and I scream out.
“Quiet sweet Rosa,” he demands sweeping his thumb over my clit. “I want you silent.
He’s loosening his jeans then I watch as they slip to floor and he steps out of them. His boxers are snug fitting. Shit, he’s big. I groan - a bit more foreplay wouldn’t go amiss. But he’s obviously not in the mood. He stands between my open legs and his fingers work me, spread me massaging into my wetness.
He slips his boxers down and the monster springs free. I’d worked out that he was big but there was no way I was prepared for this. His penis was like a huge swirling snake with a life of its own. The head alone was several inches in diameter and his balls were large and hung uncomfortable low below his rapidly swelling dick. This wasn’t normal – wasn’t human . There, I’d thought it. I’d finally admitted to myself that, incredible as it was, Anton wasn’t quite human.
I wanted to scream but I was somehow rendered speechless. I moved my mouth but no sound came out. Anton laughs and places the crown of that hideous thing at my entrance then rubs it hard along the length of my sensitive, slit. I felt him nudge my anus then along my entrance between my still swollen pussy lips to my bruised clit. He rubs furiously against my nub and I close my eyes trying to blot out the humiliation as he grins at me.
Horror, pain, passion and need all combine inside me and turn me into a quivering mass of lust. Despite what I think, despite my pussy being so sore, I need him to fuck me. I want him to fuck me more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my entire life.
Then h e’s there, pushing that thing into my hole. I tense, I wince then he slides inside me, all the way in, balls deep and I wail with a mix of pleasure and pain.
Anton leans forward and grips my arms holding them above my head as he thrusts into me. I can’t move under him, all I can do is lift my legs and straddle his waist. This has the effect of forcing him deeper, knocking the crown of his dick against my cervix. He’s merciless taking his pleasure, using me again. But I don’t care.
“You’re close,” he rasps. “You’re going to cum for me, Rosa.”
How does he know that? Confident sod! How does he know I’m not lying here outraged by his actions?
“Cum for me now, child,” he demands thrusting into me hard and slavering over my neck.
I feel him hard and deep and my vagina convulses with delight. He’s right, I am going to cum, any second now I’m going to explode in a mess of sexual gratification. He’s heaping kisses over my throat, licking at the scratches. It has the effect of intensifying what’s happening down there.
I can’t stand it, the pleasure’s too much. I feel his teeth graze my skin and scream into his hair. His penis plunges in and out fast and furious and his teeth sink into the soft skin of my neck. I raise my hips and lose it. I’m hovering on the edge of oblivion, a tidal wave of sensation and emotion rocks my very core as I float off into a dreamy orgasmic state. Seconds later I feel him shoot his hot, sticky seed high into my passage and drift off to sleep.
Chapter 4
I’m deliriously happy. Anton lifts me tenderly from the bench and cradles me in his arms like I was a mere infant.
“You will stay here with me.” He kisses my mouth lightly as if to seal this bargain.
I nod but secretly know that I can’t. I have a job, a flat, a life and then there’s still the problem of Jane.
He carries me up to the sitting room and it’s sparkling again. The French doors are open and the lace curtains waft gently in the summer breeze. This is unreal.
“I came here with someone,” I tell him. “My ex, Jason, we were looking for Jane.”
Anton laughs and strokes my brow. I’m lying all relaxed in nothing but a fluffy robe on the sofa.
“That was a long time ago, sweet Rosa,” he soothes lying