Your cock is beautiful – 16

“Your cock is beautiful” Part-16 Continues…..

“I know, but…I like seeing you.” she said. She laughed gently, “I like being with you.”

I didn’t say anything.

“And I’m sorry about Mike yesterday. He’s such an asshole, I can’t believe he hasn’t given up on me.” she laughed, and it sounded worlds different from a few seconds ago. Suddenly it was cruel, and mocking. “He probably doesn’t want to try and beg any other virgins to play with his little clit.”

I felt myself tense at the mention of him. I got the feeling something was going to happen with him, and I didn’t know what. It made me nervous, so like always, I pushed the thought away and ignored it.

She slid her hand up into my hair, and started gently twisting it around her fingers.

“I talked to Becky about you.” I said.

“Yeah?” she said, continuing her gentle caresses.

“She said a lot of the time, you’re just a bitch.”

She laughed again, and again it sounded different. Cold, and bitter.

“Yeah, well that’s about right.” she said, sighing.

She dropped her arm down and wrapped it around me again, clinging tightly around my neck.

“Can you believe what Stella said?” she asked.

That was weird. Her voice sounded tense, like she was forcing herself to sound casual.

“Like, why would you even want to go out with her?” she asked, with nervous humor in her voice.

She was jealous. I didn’t know how she thought I wouldn’t pick up on it, she was being so obvious. She thought there was a chance I might want to go out with Becky, and she was jealous.

“I don’t know…” I said thoughtfully, “Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad.”

Her body instantly tensed.

“What?” she asked, terrified.

I smiled.

“I was just thinking, you know, it might be nice to have an actual girlfriend.” I said.

Mia suddenly pulled away from me, staring desperately into my eyes.

“But you have me.” she said.

“Yeah, but you’re not my girlfriend.” I said, gently stroking her face.

She looked away for a second, as if disgusted, before meeting my eye again. She seemed both furious, and terrified.

“You don’t need her. You have me.” she repeated.

I cocked my head, as if confused.

“Does it bother you? Thinking I might go on a date with Becky? I mean, she’s pretty, right?” I asked.

Her breath was getting heavy, and I could see it all rising to the surface. The fear, the tension, the strange sense of betrayal. I didn’t even really know why I was doing this, I just wanted to see her reaction.

“You don’t need her.” she said again. She was close to tears.

She suddenly leapt forward and kissed me, trying to push her tongue into my mouth. I grabbed her hair and pulled her back, but she wrapped her hands around my head and pulled me with her, locking us together. Her tongue pushed past my lips, and she kissed me deeply.

I grabbed her shoulders and pushed her roughly away.

“Stop, Mia!” I ordered.

She roughly pushed my arms away and violently kissed me again.

Anger suddenly boiled up in me. She didn’t treat me like this.

I pushed her off, struggling with her as she tried to find my lips again. I rolled her over onto her back and pinned her down.

“What the fuck are you doing?” I asked angrily.

“You don’t…you have me, you don’t need her.” she repeated desperately.

“Shut up.” I growled.

“You don’t-“

I clamped my hand roughly over her mouth and she moaned into it. Tears started rolling down her cheeks, and she struggled against me. I grabbed her hair and pulled it hard, harder than I ever had.

“Listen to me slut. I don’t need her, but certainly don’t fucking need you either. I told you before this even started that you weren’t my girlfriend, and that I didn’t give a shit about Mike, or whoever else.” I growled at her.

She started to moan again, trying to answer me. I kept my weight on her, and didn’t let her move.

“It’s none of your fucking business who I want to date, or fuck, or do anything with, do you understand me?” I asked.

The pain in her eyes was intense.

I moved my hand to let her speak, and she immediately jumped up. I couldn’t pin her with only one arm and she got free, clinging tight to me and pulling me into another kiss.

I wrapped my hand around her throat and pushed her down again, slamming her into the bed.

“Mia, stop!”

“I love you.” she moaned, “I love, you don’t need her, please, I love you…” she cried.

I knew I should have expected something like this, but the extent to which she resisted me had made me mindlessly angry. Rage pulsed through my blood like it had a thousand times before, but this time I couldn’t stop it. I grabbed her shoulders and span her around, forcing her face down into the bed. I dragged her legs up, and she automatically moved into the position, tucking them under her and thrusting her ass in the air.

“I’m sorry! Please…” she gasped.

I spanked her hard, over and over, relishing in the burning pain. She squealed and started sobbing openly. I didn’t even try to keep track of how many times I hit her, but I must have kept it up for more than a minute without pause, raining blows fast and hard down on her soft flesh.

I gritted my teeth, and finally managed to pull myself back, wrestling my anger away.

“I love you…” she sobbed.

She’d never cried like this before, never this hard.

“Shut up.” I said, my voice shaking.

“Please…” she whispered. “You don’t need her.”

“Shut up!” I shouted. Just like that, my anger flared up again, forcing my heart into a frenzy. I looked at the ground, and saw the belt hanging over the edge of the bed. I remembered my dark thoughts from earlier, and I grabbed it on an impulse.

I held it in my hands, staring at Mia’s shaking, sobbing body. I folded it over and gripped the ends. Without any more thinking, I struck.

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