Paying for pizza-3

Marley tried to shake her head free, but he held her fast, groping her breast and toying with her nipple. She groaned with lust even as a burst of anxiety consumed her. He was much bigger than she was and he wasn’t acting right. He seemed out of control!

He moved his hand between her legs. “What are you doing?” Marley hissed.

As his hand clamped her crotch, Marley felt the dampness between her legs. She didn’t want him to know she was wet. She tried to squirm out of this grasp, but she only succeeded in rubbing her clit against his palm and making herself even crazier with lust. Chet laughed. He said he knew what she needed, and hustled her backwards towards the couch.

“Please,” Marley whimpered. “Oh, please.”

He took the waistband of her shorts in both hands and with one mighty tug they were down at her knees. Marley squirmed, but the position of her shorts made it difficult to move. She kicked her legs, but he pushed her knees to her chest and ducked his head under her flailing feet. And then his warm mouth was on her swollen sex. Marley gasped with pleasure. He put two of his fingers into her pussy and kept his tongue on her clit. Marely couldn’t speak. Instead she groaned and breathed heavily, squirming to keep his mouth where she needed it most. He pumped his fingers in her pussy. Soon Marley clamped her legs around his head, straightened her body and came in a whimpering orgasm.

When she recovered, she found him kneeling next to her grinning and pulling pubic hair from his teeth.

“That was amazing,” Marley said.

He put his palm on her sweaty temple and gazed into her eyes. His thumb rubbed her eyebrow. Marley felt something throb in her chest and she nuzzled his hand. He petted her short hair, then took a handful of it in his fist and squeezed.

It stung and Marley had to close one of her eyes.

“Oh, we’re not done yet,” he said, giving her head a little shake. “I’m going to fuck you. I’m going to use that hot little pussy of yours.”

Marley felt a pulse of forbidden desire race through her chest again. He let go of her hair and took her chin in his hand. He looked deep into her eyes but she couldn’t hold his gaze. She hadn’t intended to fuck him, but she didn’t see how she could deny him now. She’d agreed to have sex with him. She’d only done it to save her little b*****r’s party. She’d only done it to meet her father’s high expectations. But the fact is . . . she’d done it.

And now it was time for her to make good on her word.

He positioned her on her hands and knees with her head toward the wall. As he mounted her, Marley looked up and saw the picture of her parents and the pastor smiling down at her. He began his thrusts and the faces in the picture shook and waivered each time his strong hips met her ass. She buried her head into the couch. It was humiliating to allow him to use her this way, especially since she’d been so close to letting him come in her mouth.

He swatted her rump with his open palm. She felt a sharp sting, followed by another.

“Say you’re my little whore,” he commanded.

Marley groaned with desire. His cock was big and hard and felt good in her pussy. He was trying to humiliate her, of that much she felt certain. He stopped moving his hips so she squirmed against his groin.

“Say it,” he said. “Say it for me.”

He slapped her ass in the same place and it stung.

“Ow,” Marley said. She felt so hungry. She wanted to tell him to stop trying to humiliate her. She wanted to tell him to keep moving his hips, his cock. She wanted to tell him so many things, but the best she could do was turn her head to him and say “Please, please, please.”

He rubbed her bottom where he smacked her, and it made the hot welt on her ass feel better.

“Please,” Marley said.

And then she was crying, big salty tears rolling down her cheeks. She felt humiliated. Her father had brought a house cleaner to tears one time by simply inspecting her work. Marley had been seven years old and she promised herself she would never cry that way in front of a man. Her father stopped his tirade and paid the woman, but Marley could see he was disappointed with her emotional outburst. She never returned to clean their house again.

The pizza delivery man named Chet slipped his penis from her.

Marley rolled onto her back, using the back of her hand to dry her tears. Chet put his palm against her cheek and whispered comforting words into the quiet, but Marley shushed him. She didn’t want his comfort. Didn’t want her tears. She opened her legs and motioned with her hands for him to mount her. She wrapped her legs around his strong hips, pulled his big head near her face. She whispered into his ear, “I am.”

He didn’t seem to hear her. He started to thrust, his hips beating a heavy rhythm. She let him build up a good sweat and then she tried again.

“I’m your little whore,” she said.

He came. She could feel it in her womb. He was filling her with his seed. She could feel it in his taut hips and muscular back. When he finished, he propped himself on his elbows and looked at her. He pulled his cock from her and his semen seeped from her pussy.

“You came inside me?” she asked.

“But not in your mouth,” he said.

He slipped between the back of the couch and her small body. He put his hand between her legs and stroked her weeping labia. It felt good to her.

“I’m not using birth control,” she said into the quiet.
He sighed, slipped two of his fingers between her legs.

She laughed softly. He was incorrigible. She tried to push his hand from her pussy, but he wouldn’t be denied. He curled his fingers to stroke her G-spot. Her breathing became heavier. She closed her legs on his hand.

“I’ll get you some emergency contraception after my shift,” he said.

She bit her lip and gazed into his blue eyes.

“I’ll come back,” he said.

She couldn’t believe the warmth in his eyes, like pools of rainwater glistening in the summer sun. She came, gushing onto his hand. She rocked her hips and quietly moaned. He waited for her to finish and then brought his fingers to her mouth.

“Eat,” he whispered. “Eat.”

His fingers were wet, sticky. She opened her mouth, let him slip them inside. They were covered with his salty cum, her own.

“I’ll pay for the pills,” he said. He smiled and met her eyes and she slurped his fingers. “You can suck my dick to repay me.” Her cheeks grew bright red and he grinned. He returned his hand to her pussy, collected more of the sticky dew, and offered it to her mouth.

“Eat,” he whispered.

And she did. It was a nourishing meal for Marley. He returned later that night with the pills and she took them with water. He helped pick more movies for the boys. He helped her get them ready for bed. Later, when he came in her mouth, she swallowed it all.

He offered her a satisfying protein she couldn’t get from her father.