Page 33 of Everything After

What happens when you take a sheltered and traumatized woman and give her sex? Well, apparently she turns feral. I told Sierra that for at least right now, if she wants to have sex, she needs to initiate. This has led to this woman wanting sex two or three times a day for the last week. We haven’t said anything to anyone, but I’m sure at least Bella has figured it out. We don’t want her to be able to shame herself, so no one is pointing out that she is visibly more relaxed. I don’t think that necessarily has to do with the fact that she enjoys sex so much as it is that she is finally in control of her own body for the first time in years. I love that she is finally getting a chance to learn about herself.

I am sitting on the couch with my phone. I hate going through my email, but I force myself to do it every few days. Mostly junk, but a few important ones.

“Bex?” Sierra calls out from the bedroom.

“Yes, my love?” I reply.

“Come here!”

I lock my phone and walk down the hallway. When I open the bedroom door, I find my beautiful girlfriend with her knees on the edge of the bed, resting with her head in her arms. Her pussy is on full display for me as she is fully unclothed.

“Now how can I resist that?” I ask, unbuckling my belt.

“You don’t!” she giggles. As I free my cock, I smack her ass hard enough to earn a gasp. “Do that again.”

“This?” I ask, smacking her ass harder.

“Oh!” she yelps. “Yes!”

I smack her three more times, and she moans. I then grab her hips and bury my cock into her with one brutal thrust, making her cry out as she pushes back on me. We realized early on that she liked to be savagely fucked. That works perfectly because I just so happen to love fucking like a savage. I’ve been pretty easy on her today, but this time I slam into her over and over again until she is gripping the sheets and screaming as her cunt tightens around my cock.

“FuckFuckFuck! Yes! Oh, God. I’m coming!” she cries out, pushing her hips back to take me harder. “I need your come. Oh fuck, please. Come in me.”

Why is it that when this woman tells me to come in her, I promptly do? Fuck, I love how she works me, even if I am in control of our movements. I pound into her harder and harder before the feeling breaks and I fuck my come deep into her pussy. She whimpers every time I slam into her, the aftershock of her orgasm trembling through her body.

“Fuuuck!” she groans, falling flat. “I need a hobby that isn’t penetration.”

“I’d say reading, but you read about penetration, too,” I laugh as I grab a towel and return to clean her. “Why do you say that?”

“Because I feel like all I’ve done this week is make you fuck me,” she sighs. I grab her hands and pull her up to stand before kissing her.

“You haven’t made me do anything, Kitten,” I say, kissing her again. “I quite like fucking you, actually.”

“Can you initiate now, too?” she asks. “Because I kinda feel like a needy whore.”

“You are not needy, but yes,” I say. “I wanted to make sure that you were making this step because you wanted to, not because you were brainwashed by Anthony into believing that you had to.”

“I just love… well… You,” she says, smiling. “I love cuddling you, kissing you… I really like riding you…”

“You might need some practice, Kitten, because you get tired fast,” I tease, and she laughs. “What are your limits?”

“What do you mean?” she asks.

“I mean, do public fucking? While you are sleeping? Road head? Force or no force?”

“Uh…” she laughs. “Yes to all of that.”

“All of it?” I ask, raising an eyebrow at her. “So I can wake you up buried in your pussy?”

“Absolutely. I think you have more than proven you aren’t going to hurt me,” she says.

“What if I hold you down and fuck you as hard as I want?” I ask, testing her.

“Will you praise me and call me your good girl?” she asks.

“You are my good girl, though,” I say with a grin.

“Then yes. Can I fight back?”