He'd been fucking me like this for around thirty minutes now.
My mind was horribly broken. I'm not sure any psychiatrist could ever hope to repair it. It was panic, I told myself with what little brain cells I had that were still functioning. All the other ones were acting as accomplices with my attacker. I was terrified. Miserable. That's why I was so upset. It had to be!
And yet, as much as I tried to believe that to be the reason my rationality was mostly dissolved, the primal part of my mind was screaming at me for denying myself pleasure for so long. It was true- I haven't been getting any action for months lately, due to how busy life became. But the strangest thing was, it was as if the man knew about it.
Was he a stalker?
By now, his powerful shoulders were covered in bite marks and drool, though it didn't faze him at all. In fact, anytime he made a move that made me wetter from either hole, he amplified it. A small part of me was wondering how I hadn't become dehydrated by now. Perhaps the headache would arrive after the ordeal. I dreaded it.
Suddenly, he let out a long breath, then set me down. I couldn't actually stand due to being ravaged with my legs open at a constant angle, and slid down to the floor. It was unpleasant to have my bare ass cheeks hit the sidewalk, but that was the least of my concerns right now.
"Railing a small thing like you is easy," he huffed, leaning against the wall. "But I'm not a machine."
This whole time I was lost inside my head, I hadn't even considered he was exhausting himself inside of me. I hated the fact that deep down, I was disappointed. Bitterly so, in fact.
He crouched down in front of me, noting the glassy look in my eyes. "The lights aren't on upstairs, are they?"
I gained my composure and stared daggers at him.
"Looks like the power came back," he quipped, before pushing me backwards and yanking off my jacket. Then, he lifted my blouse all the way up to my neckline before removing it from my body entirely.
"Let.. go!" I weakly commanded, not expecting him to listen. "I-"
My words were instantly cut off by the sound of a mix between a wail and a moan as he leaned forward to swoop up one of my nipples in his mouth. I was too displaced from my own mind to realize the sound was coming from me. The entire fuck session, I forgot how sensitive my breasts became when I was aroused. Without even registering it, I arched my back to offer him more to suckle. He had a barely noticeable grin on his face as he lashed his tongue all across my hard nub, just before popping off with a full blown smirk.
"I think, mentally, you're the one letting go," he pointed out. "I went for a lick and you wanted me to swallow your whole tit."
My face burned from embarrassment. "No. I was trying to- to get away. By pushing you off."
"If you really weren't enjoying this, why is half of my cock not the color I was born with? You're quite the painter."
I hung my head in shame.
"I hate myself," I muttered.
"You shouldn't," he stated. "But you've been denying yourself. That is a form of self hatred."
"How would you know what I do on my free time?" I snapped, my head now turned up to face him. "Have you been watching me?"
"I don't have to. The way your body reacts to me says it all."
To prove a point, he leaned down to suck my other tit, making humming noises that drove me crazy. He also tried to inhale most of it, which we both knew was impossible due to the larger size of my rack. Still, the D in my bra size might as well have stood for Determination, with the way he was giving almost half of my boob an oral exam. I tried to fight off my reflexes, but once again, my back muscles insisted I thrust forward to fill his mouth with soft flesh. I needed to be away from this evil monster, but I also needed him to tease my nipples until I cried.
