Page 8 of Ripple Effect, Vol. 3

A dull ache swells in my balls as my dick strains through my jeans. Nonetheless, it’s this suffering that ultimately gets me off.

I don’t claim to be a Dom. In truth, that kind of sex is nothing but an illusion of control. Stiff. Predictable. Methodical. In the end, the Sub and Dom part ways, in amicably disillusioned bliss.

Safe and sound.

My control isn’t laid out and dissected into right and wrong, in some mutually acceptable contract. It’s there at all times, an ever-present cloud looming overhead. A typhoon, threatening to wipe out everything in its path. And if it offends or wounds, I’m not the kind of bastard who dries the tears in the aftermath.

Dylan precariously teeters along that fine line of keeping my control and completely losing my shit.

I take small bites and for the next minute or so, she continues to fingerfuck herself in front of me, damn near in tears.

Her body trembles, knees bouncing with every pump.

I’m holding on by a thread, my muscles so stiff from needing to fuck her myself, I can barely spit out the words, “Had enough yet, Bandit? Ready to lose?”

Her eyes narrow to slits of fury. “I’ll finish myself.”

I’m a bomb ready to explode, as I pop the last bite into my mouth and toss the wrapper onto the table. I unbuckle my belt, nab the condom from my back pocket, and push my pants to the floor, springing my cock free. After sliding the rubber on, I knock her fingers out of the way, and place my tip at her entrance, watching her tongue sweep over her lips, eyes brimming with need.

Guiding my dick inside of her is tricky business when her pussy swallows all of my hardness to the hilt, and she sucks in a sharp breath. I push against the back of her thighs to force her legs into the air, so I can see every inch of my dick slide in, and tug her to the edge of the table.

Sinking deep and slow inside her, I release a long, agonized moan at the sensation of her tight walls gripping my shaft, and hold myself there. “Fuuuuck!”

I take my time pulling out, staring down my stomach at my shimmering cock between those flawless honey-toned thighs.

Clawing at the table, she tips her head, eyes rolled back.

In a tormenting, languid pace, I roll my hips in and out of her, watching my dick disappear inside each time, and when my balls hit her ass, I grind against her, gritting my teeth and snarling like an animal at the urges begging me to slam harder.

“How’s that feel, Bandit? Huh?” My fingers dig into her shins slung over my shoulders, my willpower on the verge of cracking as I bury myself deep, so fucking deep she’s got my head spinning. “This what you wanted?”

“You know I did. That’s why you’ve been holding back. You’ve been torturing me.”

“Torturing you?” Gripping the back of her head, I keep her propped up, letting her see my dick gliding in and out. “You feel that inside you, Dylan? That’s the fucking pain I walk around with every time I think of you.” Another slow withdrawal, and she sucks her bottom lip into her teeth.

“Please!” The desperation in her voice oozes down my spine with each maddening, lazy pump that has every muscle in my body ready to snap.

“Please, what?”

“Fuck me!” She growls, her eyes angry and frantic as she stares up at me, begging me to take her. The torment is sweet and excruciating at the same time.

My balls are drawn tight, my dick so hard the bastard might just up and sever itself from my sadistic ass any minute.

“Can you take a hard fuck, Dylan?” As I enter her again, I give one rigid thrust and she cries out, tipping her head back against my grip. My fingers curl in her hair, and I groan at the sight of her, taking all of me. “Think you can handle a good pounding in your tight pussy?” I already know the answer to the question. No doubt, this woman is my match. My equal when it comes to fucking.

Doesn’t matter that she’s only eighteen or that she’s fucked a fraction of the people I have. Few women fuck as honestly as she does, as selfishly. And though she’s awkward in her movements at times, there’s a glint of crazy behind her innocence that tells me I’ve not even begun to tap into what she’s capable of. Good that she’s not quite experienced, because the moment she comes to learn what separates her from other women, is the moment she owns any man she fancies—a thought that enrages me, imagining her riding some ungrateful cocksucker who fails to see her potential.

That I wait for her answer tells me something has shifted inside of me. She’s skated across the line of becoming more to me than just a warm body to rail. I want to know I won’t hurt her, but at the same time, I want to test her limits. See how far she’s willing to fall with me into that black abyss.

“Oh, God!” Sweat beads across her skin, the dewy shine taunting my tongue for a lick. “Quit teasing and do it already,” her voice cracks to a whimper.

The sight of her is too damn much, my whole body is humming with electricity, the heat ready to lash out at the air around us. Hot breath expels from my nose, as I hold back with the strength of a wild bull seeing red.

Trying to resist her is futile.

I fuck her hard, watching her tits judder with every punishing beat of my thighs against her.

The last time I had sex with her, we were fumbling around in the dark. Seeing her face drudges thoughts inside my head. Feelings that shouldn’t be there, like how savagely I’d kill another bastard for laying a hand on her. How badly I want to claim her as mine, every ounce of pleasure that spills from her lips.