Page 68 of False Comeback

My cock jerked between my legs, shooting onto the bed in fast, forceful spurts as I shook wildly, unable to make a sound. Then the overwhelming pleasure eased enough for me to suck in a gasping breath. I heard Vince let out a guttural groan, his cock still pounding inside me frantically, before he stiffened and his shaking hands slid up to clutch my sides.

“Fuck,” he bit out as his hips jerked erratically and locked up. I felt his hair tickling my back as he hunched over, and another hoarse moan rumbled from my chest when his cock flexed and pumped his cum inside me.

“Fuuuck,” he groaned again, voice strained and breathless as he shook against me, fingers digging into my skin. “Jesus. Fuck.”

I moaned softly, panting into the bed as my thundering heart finally began to calm. I knew I’d just collapse if I attempted to move yet, and I could feel myself still clenching rhythmically around Vince’s cock, so I stayed exactly where I was, savouring the last few moments of it.

Because it was done. That was it. He’d said he was going to fuck me once, and he had. This was never going to happen again. I’d never get to feel this again. At least not with him.

He hadn’t even pulled out yet and I already felt bereft.

I heard Vince’s throat click as he swallowed, his breathing heavy and ragged. His hands gentled their grip and skimmed down my sides, over my hips and onto my ass, squeezing weakly. His cock pulsed inside me, and my breath hitched as he moaned and rocked his hips in a languid thrust.

Despite how unbelievably hard I’d come, my prick was already twitching and starting to stiffen back up. I whimpered, still shuddering with aftershocks, and rocked back, which made him inhale sharply.

“You want more?” he bit out, voice tight and unsteady.

I nodded frantically, still trying to fuck back onto him. “Yes. Please.”

His fingers tightened on my ass, and suddenly he was shoving me forward so I landed on my belly and clambering onto the bed to kneel between my spread thighs. The mattress compressed by my sides as he leaned over me and sank his cock back inside, making me gasp as my neck arched.

“Good, because I’m not done yet,” he snarled, already fucking me again, hard and fast. “We’re only doing this once, so I’m going to fuck you as many times as I want tonight.”

“Yes.” My eyes fluttered as renewed pleasure coursed through my tingling limbs. “Please.”

“You’re just going to lie there and take it like the needy little slut you are.”

“Yes,” I gasped again between the hitching moans that left me with every smack of his hips. “Yes. Yes.”

“What are you?” He wrapped my hair around his fist and tugged lightly, making me cry out with pleasure.

“I’m a n-needy l-little sl-slut.” I moaned desperately.

“Whose needy little slut are you?”

“Y-yours. Yours.”

“That’s right,” he snarled, tugging on my hair again, a little harder this time. “How many loads do you think this ass can take, your highness?”

Oh fuck.

“As m-many as you want to give me,” I sobbed, hands scrabbling over the sheets as he fucked me furiously. “Please. Please.”

He let out a breathless, vicious laugh. “You’re going to regret saying that.”

Chapter Twenty-Two

Perfect Little Slut

Crossbody

I lost count of how many times he fucked me.

He barely took breaks in between. He would come, pull out and arrange me how he wanted me—prone on the bed as he pushed my thighs together and straddled me, on my side as he held my leg in the air, on my back with my knees pulled up to my chest—as he waited for his cock to quickly recover, then start fucking me again.

Sometimes I came with him, sometimes I didn’t. I didn’t even care. I was mindless with pleasure. I loved it so much. I never wanted it to end.

Eventually, he stripped the cases off the pillows and used them to tie my wrists to the headboard. Then he hooked his elbows under my knees and lifted my hips off the bed as he rutted into me, forehead dotted with sweat and dark hair hanging in his face. When he came that time, he quickly pulled out to shoot his release onto my stomach and throbbing cock, making me moan in desperation and strain my hips up.