The feeling of him against me felt so good. I wanted everything. I wanted him to keep teasing me like this forever and I wanted him to thrust inside me roughly, viciously, so hard and fast that I screamed. ‘Serafina’s Gift’ is an M/f erotica with rough, bareback sex, female submission and dubious consent.
Read Chapter 1 here.
Serafina’s Gift: Chapter 15
‘I think you should ask for my cock,’ the man behind me said. ‘You need it, don’t you?’
I just moaned in response. Why was he still talking and not fucking me already?
‘How many days is it since you got a good fuck? Whoever it was, they left you hungry. You’ve been feeling emptier and emptier, haven’t you? And your own hands or whatever toys you’ve got just don’t satisfy you, do they?’
‘No. Yes,’ I whimpered, my voice begging. ‘Oh please. Please, I want your cock.’
‘I want to hear the words,’ he said, still teasing my slit with the head of his shaft, while his hands closed around my breasts. ‘Tell me that you’re a hot, horny slut. Tell me that you need my big cock inside you, filling you up.’
I moaned in desperation, his words and his hands on my boobs just making me needier.
‘I…,’ I gasped. ‘I’m a h-hot, horny slut.’ Oh gods it was embarrassing and it was true but I wasn’t going to stop. ‘I n-need y-your b-big c-c-cock inside me. Oh please. Oh gods. Please?’
‘Good girl,’ he said, his hands moving back down my hips. ‘Such a good little girl.’
Then I felt his head pushing against my needy entrance and I moaned loudly.
Oh fuck, it felt so good.
The man shoved himself into me hungrily and I shrieked at the feeling of a stranger’s hard shaft pushing straight into my most private place. His skin felt so deliciously smooth and silken against my insides as he split me open. He chuckled under his breath, pulling out of me slightly, only to shove himself hard and fast, deep all the way into me.
I shrieked and almost stumbled in my high heels. His strong thrust had filled me and I could feel him stabbing into my deep inner wall.
‘That’s my slut,’ he said, rich enjoyment in his voice. ‘Beg me for it, darling.’
‘I…’ I moaned, so needy I was almost unable to process thoughts.
‘Beg me for it,’ he said again, holding himself still inside me, rocking slightly back and forth. ‘You’re the best thing I’ve found in months and I’m going to make you earn it.’
Oh gods.
I must have said the words aloud, because he laughed again. ‘I’m not a god, darling. I’m a man with a hungry dick who’s going to empty his load right into you.’ He sniggered and I blushed at the thought of him cumming inside me. ‘But you can call me ‘god’ if you like. I’ll get you to worship me later.’
His hands were hard on my breasts, holding them like handles. I was worried he might bruise me but I also didn’t care that much. I loved this feeling of being objectified. The feeling that a stranger like this could just strip my breasts bare and use them roughly.
He started grinding into me with a teasing, circular motion.
‘Well?’ he asked. ‘You going to beg for it or not? Tell me you want it rough. I haven’t got all day.’
‘Please,’ I said, ‘oh p-please. Please. I want it r-rough.’
‘I know you do, honey,’ he squeezed my breasts harder, rocking his hips back and forth slightly to continue teasing my needy vagina. I was so wet down there that I felt like a hot, wet swamp. ‘You’ve got to earn it, love. Beg me for it hard.’
‘P-please,’ I moaned, embarrassed as I felt saliva dripping out of my mouth. I couldn’t face the thought of what I would look like if anyone walked into this empty lounge – my upper half bare, my breasts naked and in this man’s hands, my body bent forward like a slut, with his shaft deep inside me. ‘Please fuck me hard,’ I said. ‘Oh, please?’
‘Good girl,’ he said, rich approval entering his voice. ‘I’m going to fuck you so hard you see stars.’
There was a short pause while he pulled slowly out of me, then he thrust himself viciously back into me, all the way up to the hilt. He stabbed himself into my deep inner wall and I screamed. It felt so very good, deliciously halfway between pleasure and pain. I wouldn’t cum like this but I also didn’t care. I just wanted to be fucked hard, so hard that I felt like he would annihilate me.
I didn’t have time to process the sensation though because he immediately pulled out and thrust himself back in again, moving in a fast, punishing rhythm.
I started screaming, unable to process the intense sensations. The stranger inside me seemed to take this as encouragement, and he started pounding himself into me. I was trying to use my inner muscles in time with him but he was moving so fast and his thrusts were so strong that I kept losing the rhythm.
‘Fuck,’ he groaned, his voice deep and raw. ‘Fuck, you’re good. So hot and wet. You’re going to take me. You’re going to take all of me. That’s what you’re for. Bend you over. Pull your skirt up. Shove myself inside you. Treat you like a toy.’
I was wailing so loudly that I started to choke, then I fell into a coughing fit, spluttering, embarrassed as more saliva dripped out of my mouth onto the floor. The man ignored me, lost deep in his own desires. I could tell he was going to cum and I couldn’t believe that I had let a third man fuck me bare in as many days. Fuck, I was going to have his seed, his semen, inside me, sticky and warm.
He seemed to read my thoughts. ‘Yeah you are,’ he grunted, still hammering himself into me. ‘You’re going to take it all. Fill this slutty hole up with my cum. Make you drink it.’
Then he thrust so hard that I did in fact stumble, tripping in the high heels, but he caught me with strong hands on my hips, and then he was actually supporting me off the ground, and I could tell from his deep groan that he was cumming inside me, deep inside me.
I was gasping and panting, struggling to stand on trembling legs, but he held me up, keeping my hips pulled tightly back against his groin. He was still inside me, still hard and my body kept clenching uselessly around him.
‘You’re a good girl,’ he groaned, slowly getting his breath back again. ‘You’re a good fuck. Well done.’
I moaned at the humiliating words and the intense feeling of what we had just done together. I didn’t know his name or even what he looked like, but his seed was drifting inside me now. I knew we needed to move, knowledge which became certainty when I heard footsteps approaching.
I tried to step away, thinking the man inside me might let me move away and sit down, but he just laughed and held firmly onto my hips. I could probably break free but it would be ungainly and awkward.
‘No, you don’t,’ he said, grinning. ‘You’re going to stay right here until I’m hard again. And then we’re going to do this all over again. You didn’t think I was letting you get away with just one go at you, did you?’
I tried to say something but my words had fled in terror at the thought of the people approaching. I tried to move away from him again by shaking my hips, but he just held on tighter.
‘Nah, darling,’ the man grinned, holding me fast back against him. ‘That was just the warm up.’
I stammered as I tried to talk. ‘Th-there are people c-coming, oh god, please…’
It was too late. I heard the person who had been coming down the stairs walk right up to me. I saw his black shoes and grey trousers next to me. Icy cold swept over my skin. I had to get out of here. This was so embarrassing. I would be lucky not to get arrested. Fuck, what had I been thinking?
Then I shrieked to feel a cool hand land on my breast, caressing the soft flesh without asking. I could feel the fabric of the newcomer’s sleeve against my upper arm and my mind went blank.
‘Well, well,’ said the newcomer’s voice. ‘Who’s this little darling?’
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