Free The Charade by Evelyn Rosado

That’s why I bid on you. I’m looking for a regular girl.” I melted down right in his clutches. He leaned forward and sucked my tongue.
    I fought off his seduction – just barely. I pushed him away. “How do I know you’re telling the truth? Anybody can deny it. You always see these rich powerful men on the news in some type of scandal with escorts and madams.”
    “Do you think someone who looks like me needs to pay a woman for sex?” Damn, his arrogance made him more enticing. I hated conceited men, but Victor was the exception. His ego made him seem bigger than life. It made me want him even more.
    I felt so stupid. I wanted to leave, but stayed. I would see him, wanting to tell him that I’m done and he ended up between my legs. All of the emotions held me captive. One thing was for sure, sex with him changed me inside of me. I couldn’t define it, but it felt ravenous. I wanted him to quell the feeling, but sex with him deepened the spell.
    Whenever he looked at me, I was his. And that moment was no different. He grabbed me by the hand and led me to the bedroom. In a flash, we were sweaty and naked, tearing each other apart like two wayward, rabid dogs. He pinned my writs back over my head on the pillow, his grip was iron-clad. I couldn’t free my hands no matter how hard I tried.
    The lamp next to the bed shook; the light flickering off and on. “You’re going to come aren’t you?” he asked. His face wrinkled in satisfaction. He was right, my pussy pulsated and a zenith of bliss poured over me. “You’re not done are you? You need another one.”
    He sat up on his knees and grabbed my ankles, lifting my feet into the air. My pussy stretched out, able to take more of his length. He smirked and impaled me with one long, deep stroke. He fucked me so hard, by boobs flew all over the place. I cupped them and pinched my nipples. He stroked so fast, his stamina shocked me.
    Just when I was able to adjust to his frenzied pace, he slowed down, only pumping the tip of his penis inside of my wetness. The man brutally teased me. I grabbed a clump of bed sheets and squirmed in his clutches. I couldn’t take the joyful uneasiness. “Victor, fuck me now.” My breath was jagged.
    He smiled and continued to slightly push into me. He said nothing – just smiled.
    My voice grew louder, more demanding. My pussy was near another seizure. “I need it.” I placed a fingertip in between my teeth. He eased another inch in, but still teased me in and out. “Please! Victor, please!” I shook my head back and forth. My hair stuck to my face from the sweat.
    “I love it when you beg,” he said. He grabbed my ankles and guided my body to rest on my side. His cock still penetrated me and from this position he gorged me deeper. He pushed my knees up a little and my pussy opened wider for his cock. He grabbed the top of my hip with one hand and the other grabbed my breast. In one motion he thrusted deep into me, kissing my g-spot.
    He pummeled into me, brushing the ridges of my pussy surging me to another blistering orgasm. “I knew you weren’t done,” he said.
    “Faster,” I said, feeling another convulsion wasn’t far behind. His fingernails sank into me and beat his dick into me. The headboard shook, the nightstand squeaked and both of our breathing was stilted.
    “I’m going to come,” we both shouted concurrently. Our sweaty bodies contorted from the rapture. We caught each other’s gaze as shockwaves strummed throughout our body.
    I couldn’t explain the look he gave me. He wanted to say something, but held back. This time felt different. He didn’t get up to flush the condom. He collapsed on top of me and held me tightly. Small damp breaths of relief expelled from our mouths. We said nothing, he just held me.
    Victor’s mask slipped.
    ***
    It was the crack of dawn and I lay wide awake. I still couldn’t tell if he lied to me or not. A man lying to my face was a normal occurrence. It’s always left me