Man at Arms

Chapter One: F - fudge?

CHAPTER ONE

A thick veiny cock rammed inside me from behind as I was being pressed against the wall. My left leg was hooked by an arm as another hand gripped my hip, steadying it as the man I met at the bar two hours earlier pounded his hips on me.

Binaba niya ang binti ko at gamit ang dalawang magagaspang na kamay ay hinila niya ang balakang ko para mas ilapit pa ako sakanya. Para mas bumaon pa.

I screamed in ecstasy as his balls slapped against my wet slit, the head of his cock striking the spot where no man had yet reached. My walls tightened around him as he pounded and pounded, pressing my face against the wall with his hand at the back of my head.

He was an animal. I knew the moment I met his obsidian eyes that he was going to bruise, ruin, and wreck me. I didn't have much time to ask about him because his compelling lips were already on mine. And the next thing I knew, we were in a room, my red thong slid beside my opening, and his cock buried deep, deep inside me.

His terse chest pressed against my back as he drew me in for deeper penetration. I swear I could feel his tip poking and poking deliciously and deliriously in my womb.

His tongue (I'm sorry I didn't get to ask his name) licked the back of my earlobe and sucked my pierce before sliding down on my neck, nipping and biting the skin, then kissing the sting away.

I screamed, feeling my walls tightening.

Inabot ko siya mula sa likod at sinabunutan. He groaned, liking the pain I provided.

"W-your what's name?" I asked as he pounded me even harder. My eyes rolled back in my head.

"Anton." His thick Italian accent grows on my skin. I almost orgasm. "You?"

"Jane." I moaned.

Syempre hindi iyon ang totoo kong pangalan at alam ko na hindi rin iyon ang kanya. This is what I like about one-night stands with strangers: the ability to strange yourself with a stranger. Make sense?

Anyway, his cock stiffened inside me. I tapped his arm wrapped around my stomach, and he withdrew, spraying all his hot cum on my butt cheek as waves and waves of orgasm ripped through me.

"Fuck, Bambina..."

 
"Bambina?"

Kinurap-kurap ko ang mga mata at bumalik sa realidad nang bahagya akong siniko ni Ariadne.

"What?"

Her sea-green eyes looked at me with curiosity. Pero hindi na siya nakasagot nang tumayo ang pari sa altar para sa gospel read.

Uminit ang buong mukha ko at kinurot ang sarili sa likod ng itim na belo na nakatupi at suot sa ulo ko.

Kung alam lang ni Betty ang tumatakbo sa isipan ko habang nasa loob ako ng chapel tiyak na gugulong siya sa hukay niya, babangon upang kurutin ang singit ko. Then after the mass, she would ask forgiveness to every saint she believed in because she had raised an immoral woman like me.

Part of me wanted that to happen. Iyong bumangon siya sa hukay para sermonan ako buong araw. Kahit paluhurin pa niya ako sa bilao ng monggo buong hapon at babasbasan ng mga latinang dasal, ayos lang. If it would makes me see her, touch her, and hug her again, so be it.

Basta h'wag lang butas-butas ang mukha niya at inuuod na dahil baka mailibing ko ulit siya.

The thought of her made my mouth taste bitter and my chest wrenched. She was my adopted mother. Napulot niya ako sa labas ng chapel na 'to, balot pa sa lampin, namumutla, gutom at panay ang iyak. Kinupkop niya ako sa kabila nang kasumpaan na ginawa niya sa panginoon. Tinalikuran niya ang paninilbihan dito sa chapel at dinala ako sa Greece kung saan niya ako pinalaki.