Silent Eyes

6, Unknowingly Bound

Andreas burst into the house, not giving a damn about anything. He forcefully pushed open the door, sending it crashing against the wall. With a fiery passion, he grabbed Monica by the waist and carried her into the kitchen, leaving her bewildered by his sudden shift in demeanor.

Placing her on the kitchen counter, Andreas ripped off his shirt, revealing a chiseled physique. Monica watched in astonishment as his lips forcefully collided with hers, leaving her lips bruised and gasping for air. Stunned, she pulled away, struggling to catch her breath, while Andreas hovered over her. "Strip," he commanded, his frustration evident. Blushing and taken aback, she locked eyes with his intense gaze. "Huh?"

"I said strip," Andreas repeated, growing impatient. Frustrated, he tugged at Monica's dress, tearing it away from her body, disregarding any restraint. The garment fell to the floor, leaving her exposed. Goosebumps formed on her skin as she instinctively hugged herself, unsure of what Andreas had in store for her.

Suddenly, he grasped one of her hands, forcefully pulling it away from her chest. Softening his voice, his piercing blue eyes met hers. "I can be gentle. Let me know if it hurts," he murmured. Monica looked up at him, her trust wavering but slowly building. Tentatively, she lowered her hands, allowing him to unclasp her bra. It joined her discarded dress on the floor, leaving her standing there in only her panties. Andreas peppered wet kisses along her neck, causing her to swallow hard, her grip on him tightening.

Now it was Andreas' turn to shed his clothes, his confidence unwavering. Skillfully removing his pants, he revealed his big dick, veins wrapping around it. Monica couldn't help but feel shocked! Would that massive thing even fit inside her? However, Andreas' tongue intertwined with hers, distracting her from her nervous thoughts.

While pleasuring her pulsating clit with one hand, he stroked himself with the other. Monica couldn't help but moan, her voice choked with desire. Andreas fought against his own primal urges, knowing that taking her roughly wouldn't satisfy her. He needed to build trust, to take her on a little joy ride then fuck her good. Monica, being a gentle soul, needed something more.

As she soaked his hand with her cum, Andreas slowly spread her legs wider, still kissing her passionately. With each passing moment, he drove himself deeper into her, prompting a wince and a whimper. Her nails dug into his back, but she refused to let go as he pushed boundaries and delved deeper into her core.

"Ah!" Monica cried out, her head falling back. Andreas grabbed the back of her head and kissed her messily, drool mingling with their desire. "I'm going to fuck you," he whispered, his gaze intense. "And when I do, hold onto me tight because I'm not holding back." His eyes conveyed a serious intent as Monica swallowed hard. Before she could fully comprehend the moment, Andreas thrust forcefully inside her, and she let out a loud cry. "Oh, my God!"

Andreas took charge, gripping Monica tightly as he thrust into her with force. Monica struggled to hold onto him, her trembling hand slipping from his grasp with each powerful thrust. Crying out, her back arched, and Andreas' nails dug into her skin, leaving their mark as he relentlessly moved.

The sounds reverberated, echoing like a hammer against the wall. Andreas was unyielding, and Monica clenched her teeth, her eyes tightly shut. Though she had experienced sex before, her encounters had been far gentler. This was uncharted territory for her, a new level of intensity she had never imagined.

She cried out his name, clinging to his shoulders for support as his wicked tongue trailed along her neck, leaving a trail of wetness. Suddenly, he lifted her off the counter and pinned her against the wall. The relentless pounding continued, and Monica trembled, consumed by overwhelming sensations.

Would he ever stop? Give her a moment to catch her breath? Or perhaps even give himself a break?

This was a side of Andreas she had never seen before. Gone was the playful and charming guy with his mesmerizing eyes. Now, he was a beast, his gaze filled with darkness and a lack of compassion. As he fucked her with raw intensity, Monica's stomach tightened. She felt her orgasm building, her eyes rolling back in pleasure as the climax approached.

Finally, she reached her peak, releasing herself onto him, but the beast wasn't finished yet. He withdrew from her and effortlessly lifted her above his head, his tongue delving into her drenched pussy. Monica's eyes widened at the unexpected move, and as his tongue glided inside her, she leaned against the wall, near tears. Shame mingled with pleasure, and she couldn't help but grab a handful of his hair.

Andreas continued to pleasure her orally, savoring every taste. When he finished, he lowered her back down, and their mouths met, a mix of saliva and cum. Exhaustion washed over Monica, leaving her weak and limp. She loosely clung to him like a rag doll, her arm draped around his body. Sensing her fatigue, Andreas finally slowed down.

Breaking away, he panted heavily. "Are you okay?" he asked. Monica's eyes were closed, and she tiredly nodded. A wicked smile played on his lips as he lifted her legs, preparing for another round. Time seemed to stretch endlessly as they engaged in rough sex. Monica's hands pressed against his chest as she moaned his name, following his instructions to form every position possible. His energy seemed inexhaustible, leaving Monica uncertain if he would ever stop.

Eventually, he did, but it was too late. Monica was nearly asleep when Andreas noticed her weakened state. Halting his movements, he cursed softly, gently carrying her in his arms. He placed her on the bed, her head lolling to the side. Peacefully asleep, she resembled a beautiful angel. As much as he wanted to continue ravishing her, Andreas restrained himself. She was exhausted, and it was time to call it quits.

Damn, he couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of care for Monica. She had rocked his world, and he was proud of her. Lowering himself, he planted the most delicate kiss on her lips, savoring the intimate touch between them. Grabbing a wet towel, he made sure to clean her up with tender strokes, treating her like the precious gem she was. Andreas expertly helped her get dressed, making sure she looked comfortable, and then pulled her close, wrapping his arm around her possessively. As Monica stayed asleep, he couldn't help but be captivated by her stunning beauty, realizing just how lucky she was to have him.

Andreas' fingers caressed Monica's slumbering face, his voice a haunting whisper in the stillness of the room. "You're never leaving," he softly breathed, his words dripping with sinister intent. While her conscious self slept, vulnerable and defenseless, Andreas reveled in his power, knowing that she had unwittingly signed a pact with the devil himself.

The man looked down at Monica, a hint of remorse flickered within him, but he couldn't resist the temptation. With a conflicted heart, he planted a kiss on her lips, his grin carrying a touch of pure wickedness.