"Oh my sweet angel, did you really think I was going to give it to you so easily? Anyways, when I let you cum, it's going to be from my cock, not my fingers."
Willow never expected to escape from her own personal hell, but now shes experiencing her...
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He slides his fingers back inside me, faster than the previous pace, and the pleasure starts to build quickly. As if he can sense my incoming orgasm he slows to a stop again, pulling more whines from my mouth. He continues to bring me right to the edge, just to deny me at the last second, until I'm on the verge of tears.
I can't focus on anything else, I'm desperate for a release. A release that only he can give me.
I'm waiting for his fingers to continue their assault on my desperate pussy, when instead I feel the head of his cock stroking against my dripping slit. "Please, please, please" I cry, wanting nothing more than to feel him fill me up. "What do you want, angel? Use your words" He asks with a taunting emotion in his voice, he's enjoying this.
"Please fuck me, sir! Please I want to feel you" I beg, I should feel pathetic but I feel nothing even close to that. "Good girl," He hums as he slams balls deep in one swift motion, a strangled moan comes from me as he stays there for a moment, feeling my pussy clench around him, before he starts pounding me relentlessly.
"Fuuuck you feel so good," He grunts with each thrust, my only response is uncontrolled moans and cries as I quickly start approaching that edge again, that edge I want to so desperately fall off. "You wanna cum for me baby?" he questions, satisfaction lacing his voice, "Yes sir" I nod enthusiastically, it almost makes me dizzy how fast I nod. "You better ask me nicely," he chuckles as he continues to slam into me.
"Please sir, let me cum on your cock" I cry, a single tear slipping out of my eyes, he must have liked my begging, because he reaches down and starts rubbing my clit, immediately sending me over the edge I had been so desperately trying to fall off.
My back arches far off the bed and I let out a scream. The feeling is so intense, I don't think I've ever cum so hard, and it doesn't end. He hasn't slowed down his pace or his rubbing and I can feel one orgasm turning into a second as it just keeps going. "That's right baby, keeping cumming for me. You feel so fucking good when you cum on my cock, don't stop."
And I can't, the orgasm is endless, and he is relentless, fucking me like his life depends on it. It's too much now, I don't think my body can take it any longer. Then he finally has mercy on me and takes his hand away from my clit and instead increases his pace. I feel him start to go faster, his pace becoming sloppier as he approaches his climax. I hear him groan as he releases himself into me. After a moment, he collapses on me with his head on my chest and we lie motionless, breathing heavily.
After a few minutes, he reaches up and removes my blindfold, smiling up at me. "Good girl," He says sweetly, I chew down on my bottom lip as my body hums with the after-effects of multiple orgasms "I love you Willow" He smiles, softly cupping my face, his thumb rubbing over my cheek "I love you Cillian" I finally manage to reply with shaky breaths.
He gets off and I pout as his body heat leaves with him, the cold air hitting my sensitive skin, like before when he started, he trailed soft kisses against my skin as he began untying me from the ropes, my ankles first, before my wrists, once I'm free I finally relax completely.
"You did such a good job angel, I'm so proud of you" He smiles staring down at me sprawled out on the bed, pride swells in my chest, he's proud of me.
He leans over and grabs a small bottle of something, I watch unable to bring myself to move as he squeezes the bottle into the palm of his hands, he slowly massages the skin that was once bound. Once he's finished he helps me up to the bathroom before leaving me for privacy, I do what I need to do and clean myself up.
Walking back into the room I see he's remade the bed, removed the rope completely and is sitting back against the headboard with his eyes closed, he must be so tired, I instantly feel guilty... he's been training all day and then comes home just to do all the work.
I grab one of his shirts and chuck it over my body, one of his eyes open curiously "What do you think you're doing?" He asks raising an eyebrow at me, "I'm going to get some water for us, and a snack" I smile before quickly dipping out of his room and heading downstairs, I grab two water bottles out of the fridge and a protein bar I've seen him eat before.
As I turn around I hear the front door open and close, he didn't leave, did he?.. My heart breaks at the thought, no, my Cillian wouldn't do that I shake my head to rid the thoughts.
My question is quickly answered as a strange man stands in the doorframe of the kitchen with a shocked look on his face, oh my god, is he a robber?! A murderer?! I swing around and open one of the drawers grabbing a kitchen knife before turning back around to face the intruder.
My hands begin to shake with adrenaline as we both stare at each other in shock, my shock because there's a random man in the house, his shock because I assume he didn't expect anyone to be here.
"Woah, let's take it easy now," The man says holding up his hands as if in defeat, he takes a step closer to me as I take one backwards "I've killed people, and I'll do it again motherfucker" I warn, "Look I'm-" He begins but I cut him off "CILLIAN!!!!" I scream out, he winces at the loudness of my voice, Cillian comes tumbling down the stairs, his sweatpants barely on him, panic lacing his facial features.
"What's wrong baby?" He puffs out before being face to face with the intruder, yes, beat his ass! "He broke in, if you don't kill him I sure as fuck will!"
He takes a deep breath and closes his eyes, "Why are you not beating the shit out of him?!" I yell, Cillian shoves the man out of the way and comes over to me wrapping a protective arm around me as I stand there with the kitchen knife still directed at the stranger.
"Willow, this is Rocko, my best friend" He explains taking the knife out of my hands, "You've got a wild one" Rocko chuckles, I stare at him, unsure of what to do next, "Angel, say hello" Cillian whispers in my ear.
