Theirs To Own

Chapter Four Continues

I began begging to slow down, but all was to no avail, and I came on several occasions; my p***y would be sore right now, as I thought. Mico left his seat and bent me to sit on all fours on the table. He used his fingers to take some of my c******l juice and use it as lubricant, then pushed them into my a*s and began scissoring and f*****g them fast and hard. My nails were scraping and scratching off the skin of the table while I was taking some f***s from behind. When he was sure it was nice and ready to f**k, he slammed his c**k all in and didn't one bit wait for me to get used to it.

He began f*****g me furiously as if he were trying to get out the hard on he had while it wasn't too long ago he came, hammering out my a*s and Andrew was going hard. f**k, this felt amazing. Having too much c**k in me at once wasn't the dream I pictured, but in reality, it was everything I wanted. I was moaning like a freak and shaking at the way I was feeling, and when I came, I quivered uncontrollably so that I heard a growl and realized it was me. I never knew I could do that, and Andrew kept going and saying some dirty words to me, and it kept making me cry anytime he spoke those words to me.

My shame had no degree, and here I was, taking two c***s at once. After sometime, Andrew came inside me with a groan, and I thought it ended, not knowing it was just the beginning. Mico switched sides with Andrew and Mico slapped my a*s and held my flesh in his hands, telling of the wonderful tight holes that I had, but he wanted to be deeply buried in my cunt and live in there forever. He told me to look at him while he f****d me and watch the way I drove him crazy. When I did, it looked really erotic, and seeing his body was what triggered my curiosity. His body was sexy, with an arm tattoo and a leg tattoo that covered him like a sleeve of a shirt, at his left and he looked yummy, and I was never going to let him go.

I asked him if I was his, and he replied yes. But that wasn't what I wanted, and I wanted him to say he was mine. I tried to call him Daddy to see if it had any effect on him, and when I did, he grabbed my throat and growled, choking me. My eyes were on cloud nine, and so was my body as they moved to his beats and my a*s was jiggled by the force of his c**k. He told me that I wanted to be a bad girl, huh, and told me to call him daddy immediately, which I did. And when I called him Daddy, he told me to finger f**k my p***y and feel his d**k inside me. When I touched him, I felt him shiver, knowing that I was the only one who could make him feel that way.

You love calling me that huh I bet you do love it, and now here I was thinking to take it slow with you, but you didn't want that right s**t. I have never heard him say that before, but when he did, I was looking at him with so much need. He held my neck so tight, not to kill me but to turn me on in which it did. You know, the moment I saw you walk in, I knew you would be perfect, but not this perfect. Wanting daddy's c**k, huh, what a w***e you are, and now I am going to break you and bend you to my world of b**m. You will wish you never said that, and when he talked, my mouth opened on its own accord and I said, "Master Sir, can I speak now?

When I did, Mico growled and slammed all fourteen inches of his c**k so hard that I felt it on my stomach region. He said put your hands up and do not bring them down, and do not c*m unless I say so. You like that, huh? He chuckled, but he got angry at me, telling me I that was what I wanted and that if we crossed that line, there would be no more going back. I nodded half-dazedly at him as his c**k was the only thing that I could think of. No going back, he said, and I foolishly nodded at him. I wanted to have the kind of s*x that the rumors carried about him and I wanted to feel it like a real woman.