Chapter 9 Losing My Mind

Shirley's POV

It left me wondering if I hadn't poured him the coffee, would it have been this intimate...

"Fuck!" I screamed without realizing it and his come-hither grin eluded my thoughts.

"At your service, ma'am" he responded, imitating my voice. That wasn't what I meant.

Then he began to move with me on the bench.

He slides his dick in my ass slowly, starts slowly, then gets faster as I felt his balls hitting my ass.

I also felt his cock get harder as he pumped it in my ass.

"Argh, Larry, please...stoppp" I cried, grabbing a fistful of his shirt, while I rolled my head.

My body moved up and down on him, as I was naked now, trying to breathe.

"It's just your way of telling me to continue, ma'am" he lustfully replied, and my heart was jumpy.

He was fucking right. I just didn't know where to hold on to him as he was faster, moving erotically with me.

I felt like I was stuffed, and the pain continued until he fucked me for a while.

My butthole stretched to accommodate his size. As the pain eased, it started feeling good and emotions set in.

I felt a man was fucking me, and he was making me like it, resulting in feelings of humiliation and feminization.

His dick twitched, as it was a breathless urgency as my head rolled frantically on him.

"I like it when you grit your teeth" he growls in my ears as he squeezed my butt, my pussy was fucking wet, that I could see it spilling down my thighs.

This was a heart-stopping tenderness, his heat and power radiated inside me.

"I'd make you forget how he feels."

My body closed tightly around him as his dick bumped harder, his hands crowned my hips as he made me move on him.

My shrieking cry for him to stop only made him thrust me more. I closed my pussy with my hands, rubbing the pink morsels and moaning uncontrollably.

The hot flavor of desire lingers around my nose as I suck my teeth, his brutal strength of his passion.

I rolled my teary eyes at him, staring weakly at his plump lips, as I had surrendered to my fate of having him fuck me.

He lowered his head at me, and then captured my lips, sucking every breath out of me.

His hands cataloged every curve on my body and when he had gotten to my breast, he cupped them and kneaded them.

I was buried in his sweet heat while my body burned, trembled and yearned. My agile fingers fondled his hair.

All thoughts became superfluous but one, him Larry.

His stroking tongue as he wouldn't let go of my lips. We both made mead sounds. My pussy was spared at least and the cool breeze brushed it.

I felt sticky down there. His hands spread his thighs the more as I moved up and down on him.

He terminated the kiss and then licked my back from my waist to my neck. His wet tongue left his saliva on me.

Then I felt his heavy breath as he slowly down his thrust. I could feel it, he was staring at my back, he saw it.

"Who's he?" He suddenly asked, his tone had anger in it.

I didn't want him to stop now, if he asked me about the man from my past.

At least, he doesn't know its Greg.

My lips shook as he was moving slowly on me. He must have seen the scars on my back.

I gave him no response and only rolled my eyes away.

He stopped and took his dick out, making me rise. I let out an unintentional moan, trying to grab my dress.

My legs were trembling, and I almost stumbled, but he held me and I fell back on him.

I glared at him trying to rise up again and cover myself, but he had pinned me to his body, his free hand struck across the bench and I saw him grab my dress.

"I guess you still want more" he teased, wrapping me with my dress, and I was speechless.

My pussy cushioned against his cock. Fortunately, he had snuck it back in his pants, but I was still wet.

My head lazily rested on his chest, as my mind was void of thoughts.

I heaved a sigh, ashamed of myself for not stopping him by every means.

I guess the burn around his dick has healed up after fucking my butthole. He heaved a sigh and kissed my forehead.

"I won't ask again if you don't want to talk about him" he furthers, certainly wanting to hear my voice, but I won't speak. He had pissed me off enough!

My butthole still throbs, having that feeling of his dick. Nothing made sense to me.

The fact that I'm stuck with this man was bemusing. I don't want to be here, no one understands.

"I won't force you if you don't want to talk about him" he pressed, switching back to his initial question.

He just wanted to stir up a conversation. His voice wasn't cold as it always seemed, but calm and engaging.

I was mute, just absorbing the cool breeze, the flowers which had closed their buds.

The night was quiet and, fortunately, nobody disturbed the peace of this garden except us.

I just wanted to remain this way, relaxed on his body and navigating a way to escape from the palace in my mind.

That's the only way out. His next statement gave me unwavering hope.

"Shirley, I can't guarantee you love, but I'll protect you from him and..." He paused and raised my face a bit to look at him.

His eyes held promises, worries and I felt an unconditional care.

He couldn't be serious. Perhaps he was drunk or because we fucked that he was becoming delusional.

I inhaled as his words had a way to hit hard.

I don't trust men anymore, all he wants is pleasure, and then he'd ghost me again.

"If I found him, I'd kill him, Shirley."