Your cock is beautiful – 23

“Your cock is beautiful” Part-23 Continues……

“Like when I’m studying Math, I spend half the time worrying that I should be studying History instead. Or when I’m proofreading some articles for the paper, I feel like I should be studying for college. Even when I’m jogging,” she said, getting a little frantic, “Which is just an hour of my time, I feel like I should be doing something else! It wasn’t so bad at first, but it started to bleed over into my free time too. I can barely even enjoy just being with Stella because my stupid brain doesn’t let me!”

She turned to face me again and sighed, calming herself. It was hard for her to say all this, I could tell. It seemed like this was the first time she’d tried to talk to someone about this.

“I put a lot of pressure on myself…which is fine, it’s what I want…but I just always feel like I’m wasting my time. Like there’s always something more important that deserves my attention. It’s so fucking stressful. Just constant worrying, constant stress, never being able to relax for a God damned second because I’m always thinking about my other priorities.”

She reached out to me, resting her hand on my cheek. She rubbed her thumb back and forth, caressing me gently, like I’d just done to her.

“But when I’m with you…it’s different. Everything about what you do to me is so… powerful. And it hurts but…but it’s what I want. When you order me to do something, it’s like it’s the only thing in the world that matters. Even when I’m just kneeling in front of the door, waiting for you to look at me…it feels like that’s where I’m supposed to be. I don’t even have to think about what else I should be doing, because that’s where you want me to be. And when you hurt me… I know it’s because I… I deserve it…and I want it.”

She shook her head. I could hear the emotion rising in her voice.

“I know it sounds like a small thing…but being with you just feels right. I don’t have to worry about my life, or school, or whether my friends think I’m a bitch, or my fucking parents or… anything else. I can just turn my brain off and just…give myself to you. It’s the only time that I can just… just… be… without… without anything else…”

She trailed off again, biting her lip as her eyes welled up slightly. She shook her head again and leaned towards me, putting her mouth in front of mine but getting no closer. Her way of silently begging for a kiss.

I kissed her softly, and slowly. She ran her fingers up into my hair as our tongues moved together, and let out a small moan as I felt a tear roll down her cheek. Oh, now she was crying, I thought to myself.

She broke the kiss and rested her head on my shoulder.

“I think this is my favorite part.” she whispered, “Right after I…after I’ve been punished, or…or fucked. My whole body’s still just buzzing with pain and pleasure, and my mind’s completely clear. We’re both just here, and I’m yours. It’s just so perfect.”

She kissed my cheek again before pulling back and looking me in the eye.

“I mean, that’s not everything I feel for you. I still don’t really understand my feelings for you. But…how could I not love someone who makes me feel like that?” she said softly.

Just at the word love, I felt a familiar twinge of annoyance that I hadn’t even recognised until now. I didn’t like hearing that she loved me. Hearing it has always bothered me. It had been what set me off when I’d snapped at her the day before. I’d been ignoring the discomfort it made me feel, but now it made sense. It bothered me because I didn’t believe it.

Because how could she?

Forget who I was, the parts of me she didn’t know, and the parts of me she used to mock. If you only take into account who I was with her, my newly discovered “Dominant” side; the darkness, the cruelty, the violence…how could she possibly love someone like that? How could she genuinely love someone who treated her like I did?

And the parts of myself that I wasn’t showing her just felt worse. I hurt her so much, and I tried to distance myself from those abusive assholes who beat their wives, by telling myself that she wanted it too…but in the end, I was hurting her because I wanted to. It felt dark, and cruel, and sick, because surely it had to be.

But she loved me. I may not have understood it, but she did. She saw the darkest parts of me, my anger and sadism, and was excited where most people would be disgusted. I almost laughed out loud as a thought struck me; I’d been so worried about hiding my growing affection from her, when it was my violence towards her that I was really ashamed of.

In response, I kissed her again. It started slowly, but got more and more passionate until I grabbed her hips and pulled her body onto mine. She straddled me and wrapped her arms around me, our tongues dancing wildly.

I tried not to shy away from the feelings she gave me. I was finished with that, with ignoring parts of myself because they made me uncomfortable. I still didn’t know exactly what Mia meant to me, but I knew that it wasn’t all darkness. When this whole thing had started, I’d had no idea how funny she was, how brilliant she was, and how…profoundly alone she was, or how hard she worked. I’d just seen her as this two-dimensional bitch because that was all she’d shown me.

But unfortunately, just because I had a better understanding of why she’d always behaved the way she did, it still didn’t excuse it. That deep seated bitterness, the contempt and hatred of her, was still there somewhere, mixing in with everything else I was feeling.

But I chose to embrace the lighter side this time, rather than the darker.

I rolled her over and kissed her deeply, and smiled as she whimpered softly into me. I ran my fingers into her hair and moved my tongue more forcefully in her mouth, causing it to roll sensually against hers. She whimpered again as her body shivered with pleasure, and I couldn’t help but moan in response.

My cock was already hard, and I quickly lined it up with her pussy. I pushed the tip against her slick pussy lips, but stopped before going any further.

“Please fuck me, Sir.” she begged, smiling, “Please fuck your little…whore.”

She really was a fast learner. I liked to hear her beg, but she said it with a much lighter tone than before.

“So you’re a whore now too?” I asked, smiling with her.

She kissed my cheek and let out a whimper of lust.

“If you want me to be your whore, I’ll be your whore.” she whispered.

I smiled and laid my cock flat against her stomach. I raised my torso up and pushed her head down by the hair.

“And what does my little whore want?” I asked.

“She wants to be fucked. Fucked by your big, thick cock Sir.”

She looked down at my impressive length that covered her navel, and let out a little murmur of desire.

“Please fuck your whore, Sir.” she moaned.

I wasted no time in sliding the head of my cock into her tight channel, then sighing with pleasure as I slowly filled her.

She let out a drawn out, “Yessssssss…”, until I pushed in the last inch or so with a sudden hard thrust, which made her yelp with surprise.

She was so slick and hot, and she quivered along my whole length. She pushed her head back into the cushions and closed her eyes tight.

“You love that cock inside you, slut?” I asked, thrusting in and out with only a few inches.

“Mm hmm…” she whimpered, nodding, “I love…I love the way you fuck me.”

I slid out a little more, depriving her of being filled to her depths. She groaned at the little frustration.

“That’s not what I asked, sweetheart.” I said lightly, “I asked if you love my cock.”

She bit her lip and stared up at me, her emerald eyes swimming with emotion.

“I do…I love your cock, Sir.” she said, as if she was ashamed.

I rewarded her honesty by picking up the pace, and sliding more of my length into her with each stroke.

“You love my big cock?” I prompted.

“Yessss…” she hissed gently, “I love it. I love your…nghh…” she moaned with sudden pleasure. “I love your huge cock. It stretches my little pussy out…and it hurts…Oh God, it’s so good…It fills me up so good…” she whimpered.

I laughed darkly and sped up again. The increased rhythm made her beautiful boobs bounce and shake with each thrust. I took the left one in my hand, and squeezed it gently. I wanted to explore these wonders more.

I leaned down and took her right nipple into my mouth, sucking and nibbling it gently. Again, I had no real idea what I was doing, but just flicking my tongue across it made her gasp with pleasure.

“Oh that feels…ungh…that feels good…” she sighed, her voice shaking.

I brought my right hand down from her hair and started to gently squeeze and knead the other boob in tandem with my other hand, while taking her left nipple between my lips and giving it the same treatment as the right.

Playing with her incredible tits like this was so deliciously erotic, and it caused my dick to twitch inside her. I suddenly squeezed her both nipples hard and buried my face in her deep cleavage, savoring the incredible softness and heat. Her hands suddenly pushed against the back of my head, and she pulled me harder against her soft chest. I laughed and twisted her nipples lightly, causing her hips to thrust against mine, interrupting my slow and steady pace.

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