Chapter 4
I made a sound of frustration as he teased me with his fingers and tongue. He was learning my body, seeing how far he had to go before I went off. I was hypersensitive now, my body writhing in heat as I tensed to cum. He drank my pussy juice as fast as I released it. My hips moved wildly beneath his mouth, and the noises I made told him I was more than ready.
He climbed up my body and settled between my thighs. I could feel the length of his cock against my thighs, and I swallowed hard.
“This might hurt a little; I’ll go as slow as I can.” He said
I guess he knew I was afraid, and he took my lips, and the kiss calmed my fears a bit.
He rubbed the fat head of his cock up and down my slit before dipping it inside me and pulling back, widening me a little more to take him. Each time he pulled out, he smacked my pussy with his cock, right on my clit, before dipping back into me again. My pussy was hot and inviting.
“I’m sorry, darling,” he said.
As he wrapped his arms around me, he pierced me, and I felt my maidenhead give beneath the powerful pressure of his thrust. I screamed; I expected pain, but not so sudden. He calmed me with soft words of comfort.
“Shh, it’s over now.”
He whispered in between kissing my lips until I relaxed, and he slipped deeper into me, and my pussy closed around him and locked him in.
“Fuck.” That was all he said.
“Can I move, Darling?” He asked in his voice. Raspy
“Yes,” I whispered.
He lowered his head and sucked a nipple deep into his mouth as he started to slide out slowly so he could drive back into me again. He pulled the three or so inches he had in me back before driving into me again. My body gave, like something deep inside unfurling, and he slipped into me with surprise.
“Fuck!” That was all he said, and he grabbed my head between his hands and kissed me hard, bruising my lips against his teeth. As he slid out before easing back in. He kept up that nice and easy tempo. Suddenly, the next time he pulled out of me, he slammed his cock back into me hard.
“Fuckkkkkk,” I screamed. It felt like he was splitting me in two. I felt him so deep in me; I felt so full.
My pussy clenched around him, and my walls massaged his cock as he nibbled at my lips, feeding me his tongue before taking mine into his mouth again, all the while easing gently in and out of me until he finally hit the very bottom of me. Something in the very depths of me squeezed his cockhead just before I screamed. He fucked me more gently until the pain eased, and I started to move again.
“Please,” I whispered.
“Do you want me to fuck you harder?” He asked; there was no amusement in his voice, just lust. I nodded my head.
“Darling, you need to answer me,” he said.
“Yes, please,” I whispered.
He went hard and deep on his next stroke. I threw my head back and screamed as my pussy flooded his cock. My body thrashed, and I fought for breath.
“Fuck,” he said with a growl. Catching my hips in his hands, he wrapped his hand around my neck and squeezed.
He fucked into me more freely, hitting bottom with each stroke. My mind was empty, focused only on the fierce pleasure he gave me.
“Why the fuck do you feel so good?” he rasped.
"I'm going to do you hard now," he warned, his voice husky.
"I'll try my best not to hurt you." He said
“Yes,” I whispered, bracing myself as he lifted my ass in his hands once and spread my legs open and drove himself deep inside me.
He fucked me harder. His teeth marked my neck, my chest, and anywhere he could reach. He sucked my nipple hard into his mouth and pressed down on my clit with his thumb, sending jolts of pure fire through me.
My pussy sucked hard at him, desperate, as my hips sped up beneath his. I felt his body tense, a groan ripped from his throat, and his voice was a ragged command. "Fuck, cum for me, darling."
I strained against him, my body lifting off the mattress before he slammed into me one last time and pinned me beneath him. I screamed in his ear as my pussy flooded, and his cock let go inside me.
My vision blurred for a split second as I felt the wave of raw sensation leave him and enter my receptive body. I wasn't sure, but I had a vague, hazy idea of the intensity that had just passed through him, a powerful, possessive release that echoed in my own vibrating core. I guess I must have passed out because I came awake to him touching my face, and I sat up immediately.
“You’re fine.” He said softly, which shocked me; that wasn’t the tone he used when I had walked into the room.
“I’m sorry, but I need to go.” I said quietly.
“Sure,” he said, moving away.
“I’ll leave you alone. There are clothes in the bathroom, also a blindfold and everything.” He said, and his tone shifted; it went back to being cold and uninterested. He walked over, and I heard a door open. Suddenly the room was filled with light. When I looked down on the bed, the evidence was there. I hurriedly went to the washroom and cleaned up. I checked the time; it was eleven. I hurriedly showered and wore the jeans and a t-shirt that was neatly folded.
It was then that I saw the envelope, and I knew what it was.
I wore the blindfold. I heard the knock on the door. I grabbed the envelope and opened the door. Someone took my hand.
“This way, miss,” he said. It was the same man. He led me out and into the car, and I left. When the car stopped, the door opened, and someone took my hand.
“Thank you,” I heard Madam G say.
“Good evening, Madam,” the man said. I heard the car start and drive off. I removed the blindfold and looked at her.
“Go to the hospital. “We never met,” she said, and I nodded. I took my bag from her and got into Clara’s car and left. I drove straight to the hospital, parked the car, and rushed in. I saw Dr. Evan in the hallway.
I didn't hesitate. I shoved the heavy envelope into his hands, my voice a desperate whisper. "Here. It's all here. Please, save her." I said I ran all the way to her room.
A flurry of activity erupted around Mom's room, nurses and doctors moving with frantic urgency, a brief flicker of hope in their determined faces. I clung to the doorway, my heart a fragile drum against my ribs, watching. Clara sat with me, holding my hands. An hour later, the frantic energy soon gave way to a somber stillness.
Dr. Evans walked out, his shoulders slumped, his eyes meeting mine with profound sorrow. "I'm so sorry, Ava," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.
"We did everything we could. Her lungs... they just couldn't fight anymore. She's gone." The words tore through me, a scream dying in my throat. The money, the sacrifice—it had all been for nothing. My world, once tethered by fierce love and desperate hope, is now shattered into a million meaningless pieces.