Chapter Nine
Ricardo
I lock the door to my apartment with a key and put it in my pocket, and only then do I put Angie down. I can’t leave her any chances to escape.
She doesn't seem like she wants to run anymore, but she still looks at me with rage.
I press her hard to the wall, grabbing her face with one of my hands while the other one squeezes her hip.
For a couple of seconds, we just stare at each other.
Thousands of thoughts rush in my head.
I'm angry with her, maybe even more than she is. I'm mad she believes Laura over me, and she doesn't want to listen to what I say. I'm jealous some guy tried to flirt with her at the bar. I'm furious that each time she feels insecure in this relationship, she tries to run away from me without giving me a chance.
Without giving us a chance to finally be happy. Together. Because I don't know how I can be satisfied without her in my life anymore.
"Don't try to run away from me ever again," I whisper through my clenched teeth, squeezing her face and pressing my body to hers against the wall.
"I hate you," she hisses back just as angrily.
I can see it in her eyes: she really means what she says.
"Well, what do they say? Love and hate, they're just a breath apart," I say sarcastically as my thumb brushes her lower lip.
"Let me go!" She yells this time and tries to push me back, but I don't give in.
"You're mine," I growl, squeezing her hip so hard she'll probably have a mark tomorrow.
My body is pressed to hers, and she breathes heavily as her chest heaves, brushing against mine.
"You belong to me!" I bark at her to make it clear.
"Fuck you!" She tries to slap me in the face with her hand, but I catch it in the air. I take her other hand before she raises it and squeeze them in mine, lowering them between her belly and my already-hard dick.
When her hands brush against my cock, her lower lip pouts as she looks at my lips with her eyes full of anticipation.
It's not the right time to talk. That's not what we both need now, what we both want.
I kiss her with rage, sucking her mouth hard with mine the second our lips touch, penetrating it with my tongue, trying to get as deep as I can.
I release her arms, and she starts unbuckling my belt right away, rushing, biting my lips with need.
My hands stroke her body, squeezing and gripping hungrily, crushing her dress as I pull it up to free her hips. She moans, allowing me to do whatever I want with her as she begins to tear off my shirt, the buttons scattering on the floor.
I grab her in my arms, and she wraps her legs around me, digging her nails in my hair and sucking me so hard, it’s like she’s been starving for years.
We don't break the kiss as I carry her to the bedroom. I bite her lower lip, and she moans with pleasure. I roughly throw her on the bed, and she falls on her back, breathing heavily and waiting impatiently for what's going to happen next.
I grab her ankles and pull her closer to me, spreading her legs wide as I press my body between them. I lean closer and place my hand on her throat, my lips brushing against hers.
"I forbid you to run," I threaten, still holding her neck in my palm to make her understand how serious I am. I have mixed feelings: I'm afraid to hurt her, but at the same time I'm so angry that I want to bind and flog her.
As I squeeze my palm a little harder, she moans louder, obviously enjoying my power over her, maybe even more than I do.
That sound makes my dick rock hard.
She bites her lower lip, not saying a word, looking at me with those half-closed hazy big brown eyes.
She's so beautiful. So fucking beautiful.
When I brush my thumb over her lips, she takes my palm in hers and pushes my finger into her mouth, taking it deep into her mouth as she starts sucking it.
Fuck, I'm gonna explode now.
With my other hand, I raise her dress higher, find her panties, and shove them aside. I sharply insert both my middle and forefinger in her tight pussy, and she cries out loudly, biting my finger in response.
Her nipples are swollen as they stare at me from under the thin fabric of her silk dress. I find one of them with my mouth and place it between my teeth, biting it slightly and sucking it over the material.
"Ricardo, please," she begs, releasing my thumb and arching her back. She starts working her hips, trying to come faster, as I move my fingers rapidly inside her, pulling out and shoving in again.
"Say it," I bark, inserting my fingers as deep as I can and curling them inside, reaching her G-spot. "Say that you will never run away again! Promise me!"
Her cunt contracts more with my every move, covering my fingers with her honey.
I don't know who I’m torturing now, her or myself, because I'm sure I never wanted to be inside her more than I do now.
"Yes," she whispers, gasping for air, "yes…I…I promise…"
She just did it, she promised to never run away again. I feel she's close to reaching her climax, but will I let her come?
I pull out my fingers just as sharply as I put them in, not letting her reach her goal, and I hear a displeased cry in response.
I try to tear off her dress with my hands, but the silk doesn't give in at first, so I use my teeth for additional help, tearing her dress apart like a hungry wild animal.
When the dress is finally thrown on the floor, I rest my gaze on her nude lace lingerie for a second.
She's fucking perfection: full breasts, slim waist, curvy hips, and delicate skin. There's no creature in the world more beautiful than the one lying in front of me.
Those full rose nipples under the thin translucent fabric of her bra were made to be treated right, tenderly, softly, to love them and play with them carefully…
But I remind myself that I'm not in the mood to be affectionate. I want to fuck her hard and fast until she sees stars, until she comes so many times she won't be able to count and starts to beg me to stop.
I start ripping my clothes off as if they're on fire, throwing them one by one on the floor. Her eyes are wide open now as she's pinning me with her gaze, licking her lips at what she sees.
The next moment she lowers her hand, pressing her fingers to her clit, and starts rubbing it while I'm trying to get rid of the last of my clothes.
"Don't touch yourself!" I command, but she doesn't listen, petting her clit faster and cupping her breast with her other hand, placing her nipple between those long beautiful fingers with pastel blue nails.
When I'm finally finished with the clothes, I jump back on the bed and push her hands away from her body, throwing them behind her head.
I rip off her lingerie just as fast as I tore the dress.
"Turn around!" I bark.
I don't wait until she turns. I grab her hips and spin her, shoving her facedown on the bed.
But she doesn't stay in place. She gets on her knees, leaning on her elbows, and arches her back to me, holding out her sweet butt cheeks to face me.
Her pussy is covered with her cum, and my already-hard cock now turns to steel.
It's the best view I've ever seen.
This ass was made for fucking. I bet it's as tight as it looks and feels just as incredible as her pussy.
I need to get inside this tight asshole, but we'll discuss options later after I finish fucking this sweet, tight cunt.