The Tiress And The Hacker Short Story

RE: The Heiress and the Hacker [[Silva & Quix]]
The brief thought that had flashed through Karl's mind in regards to Blair Huntington had also led to another. That, as much as he'd love to spend the entire day ravaging the bitch until she could take no more, nor walk unaided after the brutal fucking, he had other responsibilities that he needed to attend to, and provisions to make for that night. If time allowed, once he'd completed those tasks, he could return to the Heiress before Sophie Scott and Adam Levine arrived, and use her one more time. Possibly, it would be even better on the second occasion, after she'd been left alone to wallow in her own despair, and contemplate the first. However it went, Karl wasn't finished quite yet.

The moans and whimpers that escaped Lexi's mouth when he shoved his meat to the hilt in her tight, dripping cunt only served to urge him on. Each thrust was accompanied by a grunt of exertion, and his chest slapped against her back. Harder and faster he pounded her slit as he lifted her in the air, then slammed the Socialite down on the bed, as if she weighed no more than a rag-doll, and kneed the tender flesh of her thighs to keep her legs spread. The Security Chief's weight was much greater than hers, but the thought of propping himself up on his elbows, or easing himself down, hadn't even been considered, and his entire two hundred pounds slammed into her smaller, lithe form as he impaled the Socialite with his cock.
Now that he'd decided to release her to Richard, and keep her out of sight of her Father, Karl no longer cared about not leaving marks on her body, and his teeth dug into the back of her neck.
He nipped, bit, and scraped her flesh with his molars, as balls slapped against her, and the sounds of her cries mingled with the wet ones of her dripping slit being pummeled with ever increasing speed and urgency. Perspiration beaded on his forehead, and drops slid down the skin of his torso under the
shirt.

The fabric scraped against the woman beneath him, and his digits pinched and twisted a nipple, whilst his palm worked her clit. The touch followed the woman as she writhed, and pushed up against his hulking frame, and he allowed her to lift and gain space, so that each time she did, he could pull back, then hammer her sopping hole once again, The action drove her into into the mattress with enough force so that the wood frame of the bed creaked as if it were about to break, and the springs trampolined Lexi back up, to once more have her cervix speared.

Taunts and insults were replaced by animalistic grunts, groans, and pants. And that was appropriate, for how it was Karl was fucking her. Like an animal. It wasn't to pleasure himself, though his eyes closed, and teeth bit down on his lower lip in an attempt to delay his own climax for as long as he could, as a heat caused not just by the sensation of her tight walls clamped around him, and her juices dripping down his engorged shaft, but also by the knowledge of who it was he was screwing, began to spread through his stomach. Karl was close, but Lexi was closer, he could feel it, and nothing needed to be said. The reaction of her body, the noises she made, and the manner in which her hips worked up against his, said it all. The bitch was going to cum. And she did.

He continued to thrust all the way through her orgasm, and even when she fell limp. However, as her juices flowed around his shaft, and the scream died from her lips, Karl eventually slowed. Finally, his momentum stopped altogether, and with his breathing heavy, he slid out, and slapped the back of her head, as a parent would a disobedient child. "Fucking slut." He slapped her lightly again, then moved to straddle her hips, grabbed a fistful of hair, jerked her head off the sheets, and twisted it around to stare at her face, "Now, you're going to make me cum, whore'"

Karl spat the words out, and laughed as he shoved Lexi's cheek down on the mussed sheets, then, as he'd done earlier, shifted, and slid his erection, now slick from her pussy, between her buttocks, and began to lube the entrance to her ass with the head. "And I guess if you can't do it with your cunt, I'll have to use this. Something to remember me by. Don't worry, you'll like it." His tone mocked, and why not, the Heiress couldn't deny the two climaxes he'd already elicited from her. Even if the woman despised him for it.