He was a sick son of a bitch. Jerry stared up at the ceiling. There was no denying the fact that he was manipulating her to do what he wanted her to do. Her mental struggle to fight the effects he had on her was amazing to watch. He was right. Her "nos" were meaningless. She proved it when he let her answer her mother's call and didn't ask for help. Not that he had much of a choice in that matter.
She didn't have to say it, he was already thinking about what would happen if her parents called and she didn't answer. They were rather strict and kept close watch over her. Her mother would have worried and most-likely headed over within the hour. And of all time, her mother had to call while they were fucking. What a clever girl, though. Coming up with the absolutely perfect excuse as to why she sounded breathless.
He smiled. What kind of weekend he was having. She was spoiling him.
That was a fantasy he always wanted to explore but never had the chance. Have a girl talk on the phone with someone while getting railed without that person knowing. And the person on the other side wasn't just anyone. It was her own freaking mother.
His cock twitched as he relived that moment. The high he felt. The fear of what she was going to say and then the absolute triumph as she lied. Would her father call next time? He wasn't sure which parent was more satisfying.
Jerry ran his hand down to his cock and gently stroked himself. He glanced over at Angelica. She was sleeping on her stomach. Her arms under the pillow, back to him. That moment had brought a lot of ideas in his head. Things he could explore that he hadn't been able to explore with anyone else. Fantasies that he wanted to try. He could have spent all of yesterday playing out different fantasies instead of only fucking her whenever he felt like it. But, oh well.
His large shirt covered her body, but underneath she wasn't wearing anything. He lifted it up and stared at her bare ass. God, he loved watching it jiggle with every thrust he made. Every connection and slap of his skin on hers. The way it turned red when he spanked her. He felt like a horny teen again. He'd fucked her more times than he probably would have fucked his ex-girlfriend.
The smile on his face disappeared as he thought of that woman. All the money he'd spent, buying the perfect seats to the concert she desperately wanted to go to. Getting one of the best hotels closest to the venue and then paying for a more expensive room. Hell, he even paid Angelica more money than he needed to, just to not have her ask questions. Just so that he wouldn't have to go looking for anyone else to take care of his dogs. Sure, he could have found a place to board his animals for cheaper, but he didn't want his old pup to have to deal with that.
His cock pulsed and twitched in his hand as his anger grew. They'd been dating for a few months and not once did they fuck. He'd been patient with her. Waited for her to feel ready to start their sexual relationship. Lavished her with gifts, and yet the bitch chickened out at the last minute. He'd been planning this for a month. He even told her he was planning something special for this specific weekend.
His anger spiked.
Jerry reached over his nightstand and grabbed the bottle of lube. He squirted just a little bit out, enough to wet his cock. Angelica didn't move as he got up. He'd make it up to her later. But he needed to get out his pent up frustration.
He threw off the comforter and quickly straddled her. Trapping her legs, he aimed his cock and pushed in. He let out a loud moan as her sweet tight cunt gripped him. Angelica gasped and then cried out into her pillow as she tried to move. He ignored her efforts and started ramming into her.
Stupid, fucking, bitch.
She flailed her hands behind her, trying to grab him, but he ignored her. Running one hand into her hair, he pushed her head down, keeping full control over her body. It wasn't her he was fucking right now. It was that stupid cunt who played hard to get and then quit before the game was over. Quit to make a fool out of him.
"Take it, bitch," he snarled. His anger, the rapid pace he'd set and her tight cunt allowed him to reach his end quickly. He let out a bellow of aggression, slamming into her hard as he came into her fertile womb. Fuck! He slammed into her a few more times, emptying his balls until he was completely spent.
With a loud sigh, he moved his hands off her body and placed them on either side of her. He kept his cock buried, enjoying the feeling of her walls rippling around him. He panted heavily as the anger that took over him quickly dissipated.
A loud sniff brought him out of that darker part of his mind. Angelica wiped her nose with the back of her hand then glanced back at him.
"What did I do?" she squeaked.
Played hard to get. The darker, colder side of him reminded him. Reminded him of Friday and how she flaunted herself around him, only to reject him. How he had to take control of the situation. And now she was fucking him willingly. Well, not now. This, this he would consider rape. Not that it mattered. But yesterday. She had the perfect opportunity to ask for help. Hell, even when they went to bed, she willingly submitted herself to be fucked. She didn't even bother putting on her panties after.
He didn't answer, just massaged her ass with one hand. Her eyes widened more as he leaned in and then kissed one of her shoulder blades. With a sigh, he moved one of his hands to go under her and dropped back, pulling her to his chest.
His flaccid cock slipped out of her, much to his disappointment.
"Sorry, Little Angel," he whispered in her ear. She whimpered and grabbed his wrist as he trailed his hand down to her cunt. "Your perfect cunt is hard to resist." He didn't dip his finger in, slowly rubbing her vulva first before slipping into her folds. Her jaw trembled and her body remained stiff. Not that he could really blame her for being afraid.
Part truth, part lie. He wasn't about to tell her that he punished her for someone else's mistake. Technically, he had already punished her for her own attempt at playing him and trying to make him look like a fool. Maybe there was just a little bit of humanity in him. A part of him that didn't want to decimate her. He did enjoy fucking her. He found her interesting to say the least. But, he did notice she was quite fragile mentally. He didn't lie to her, when he said he wasn't trying to break her. Not mentally at least. He was trying to twist her mind, twist the way she viewed the situation so that they both ended up okay in the end.
What he wanted was to fuck her. He wanted to explore his own fantasies and she was just perfect to try them out. And, in his own way, he was helping her figure out what she liked. Which, oddly enough, was things he liked to do. She liked it, when he took control. Although she couldn't admit it. Liked it when he forced her to do things she didn't think she'd like to do. Because, in the end, she got off on it.
He made her look at him. Yes. Her eyes were just a little bit more hollow. If he wanted to fuck a doll then he would have bought one. No, he wanted a woman. Someone alive under him with emotions. It was time to turn on that bit of him to make her question her own sanity. He found it interesting. Watching her confusion as two truths clashed against each other. The part of her that insisted she was a victim in all that was happening. And the part of her that wanted to be used and submit to him.
And the truth was, he loved her cunt. It felt so right, so perfect. Yesterday he had been harsh and short with her. Maybe a little more than necessary, but she didn't understand how hard it was for him. How much he restrained himself. How many times he wanted to put her over his knee to spank her ass and then fuck her. How many times he resisted because she was still new to sex. It was such a struggle. He had so little time to truly explore her. He had to throw her into the deep end. So, when he fucked her, he didn't have the patience for her little games of resistance. The sooner he got his cock in her, the sooner she started to submit to him.
"Relax," he commanded as he slowly rubbed his fingers in her folds. The other hand he gently massaged her breast.
It took a moment for her to follow his command, but then she submitted. Her hips started moving and her ass grinded against him as he slowly worked her up to an orgasm. He did have to make things up for her. He resisted the urge to stick his fingers in her cunt at first until her eyes were slightly glazed. Until her hips started to seek his fingers.
"I'm going to... I'm..." She let out a low moan, her body tensed and shuddered as she came. Her walls gripped his fingers.
He kept his movements firm until her whole body relaxed. Pulling his hand up, he placed his fingers on her lips, making her taste their mixed come. Her eyes shone but she opened her mouth and licked them. He placed his lips on her neck and gently sucked as he moved his fingers in her mouth. He had to be careful not to leave a mark on her. He didn't want her family asking. He'd do that for her at least.
Finally, he pulled his hand out and sighed, leaning back. Angelica relaxed in his arms and let out a little sob.
"Did I make you angry?" she asked, still focused on the rough fucking he'd just given her.
"No," he stated.
Her eyes glistened with unshed tears and worry. He brushed his hand on her face to comfort her.
Poor little angel. She was used to fucking up. Or at least, used to being told that she'd fucked up. The first time he'd called her perfect he noticed the effect the word had on her. The shock and surprise on her face as if no one had ever told her that before. And he had a feeling that no one had. It made it easier for him. He rather liked complimenting a woman while fucking her. There was something about getting them to believe his words that he enjoyed.
That character trait of his had come in handy. He'd managed to manipulate her, manipulate the situation in his favor. What should have been the worst weekend of his life (and arguably hers as well) had turned into one of the best. He'd gotten to fuck a virgin. And she, when she stopped fighting, she was quite eager to please him.
Her ass pressed against him. One last thing for him to claim. And that, he was going to do today. She wasn't going to be happy about it. But, most of the women he'd met weren't into anal. Not that it mattered if she wanted anal or not. She was going to take his cock in her ass. Whether she liked it or not was up to her. How she felt about it, how rough things got, the pain, that was all on her.
He leaned in and bit her shoulder lightly. It caused her to shudder, making him smile inside.
Good.
"I am sorry, Little Angel," he said, putting on his best apologetic voice. "Feeling better?"
She looked at him. Her eyes searched his face for some sort of hint of a trap. Looking to see if he was lying about being sorry.
