Free Rubbed Raw by Bella Jeanisse Page B

“Ow!” I cried out, before moaning, starting to enjoy his roughness.
    He grasped my thighs tighter and spread my legs more. “Hurts, huh?” He pounded me harder several times before driving in as deep as possible, grinding slowly. His voice was soft, yet harsh. “You fucking deserve it.” His lips touched my ear, and a soft groan escaped me. “Now you know how I feel.”
    Tears sprung from my eyes. He was in so much pain, and it was all, my fault. “I’m so sorry.”
    “Fuck you,” he growled softly and slammed into me brutally. He smiled down at me while I whimpered with the aching inside me. “That’s it.” He rammed into me again.
    Then he gave me several fast, deep strokes, each brushing my G-spot at just the right angle. My head went back in pleasure. I closed my eyes and moaned again. “Giovanni… damn… Giovanni…” My pitch and volume rose with each mighty thrust. “Giovanni… oh… Giovanni… oh God!”
    I screamed and pulled his hair while my pussy contracted around his cock. As I trembled like crazy, he pulled my hair also as he moaned loudly. Then he began hammering his hips into mine so hard, my inner thighs ached. His cock drilled into me so deep, I felt him touch my cervix each time. It felt so amazing, even with the pain.
    “Oh!” I cried out, as he ground his cock into me even further. His hips swiveled, and I screamed his name and clawed at his back with the intensity of my quivering. “Fuck, Giovanni… Oh!” I screamed again, taken by surprise. Back to back, it was unbelievable.
    He started grunting louder, as he pulled out further and slammed back in even harder. I grimaced at the pain while he did it again and again and again. The pain started to create a strange feeling of euphoria. I moaned loudly. Then he squeezed my thighs so hard, I yelped, but it still felt good.
    He soon pushed my legs open wider, stretching them beyond their limit. I shut my eyes tightly, blocking out the strain on my muscles. “Take the pain, slut.” He growled and crushed his hips into mine, stroking me up and down. He brushed up against my clit time after time, sending me into a frenzy.
    “That’s it… Oh shit… Giovanni… oh… please…” He paused. I looked at him and cried out, “No, don’t stop, please!” He smirked and went back to grinding me into rapture. “Yes… oh… yes… just… like… that… Oh God!” I shouted even louder, my voice cracking.
    Then he withdrew from me. I was shocked. He was done? I didn’t feel him cum. Suddenly, without warning, he plowed back into me with such force, I cried out in agony. Yet again, there was that odd pleasure from it.
    “Bitch,” he whispered into my ear. “You fucking cheated on me.”
    He started slamming into me hard, deep and really fast. I clung to him as I quaked within, madly. My tears fell from pleasure and pain at that point, as well as guilt. With each thrust, his hipbones hit into my flesh, and I knew I would feel it for days.
    I closed my eyes again, feeling overwhelming ecstasy inside. It grew and grew until I cried out his name, long and loud. My voice started to sound hoarse as I clung to him. “I can’t… take… anymore… please.” I sounded like I had a cold.
    He gave me that look. The one that told me I could always take more. It was still laced with anger. His eyes told me how hurt he still was, and I didn’t blame him.
    Suddenly, he took me away from the wall a little and shoved me back against it. “I hate you.” It was less than a whisper.
    I let out a groan, hurting even more, physically. I should have been hurt emotionally as well, but I knew he didn’t mean it somehow. Well, at least not as much as I thought in the beginning.
    Then he moved his hips faster than I ever thought anyone could. Each thrust lasted maybe a second. He was almost growling with each hit.
    I was crying by then; overcome by my emotions and in real pain. He leaned down and licked the tears from my cheeks, then pressed his lips