Brad looked down and a quiet, maniacal laughter slowly began to trickle out of his throat. He looked up at Ifreeta and the laughter rose. Her eyes wet and huge; she looked scared and vulnerable to Brad. In a flash he grabbed her by the shoulders and forced her violently down onto the bed so that he was now on top of her. Ifreeta glared at him as he held her down.
“What are you doing? Listen, Brad, this isn’t something you can handle. Just keep it in your pants and if you behave there are plenty of other things we can do tonight.”
Brad looked down at Ifreeta and gave her a disturbingly malicious smile, “I don’t want to be good.” He spat. “And trust me, I can fucking handle you.”
Brad sat up and put his weight on Ifreeta in order to keep her down on the bed, but she did not struggle. He opened his belt buckle with one hand and gripped both of Ifreeta’s wrists in the other. Pushing himself up awkwardly he pulled down his pants and underwear with one free hand. Still Ifreeta did not bother trying to squirm or escape. Instead she just started at Brad, the look in her eyes changing from sorrowful to full of pity and loathing. “You really have no idea what you’re getting into. I’m trying to help you.” Said Ifreeta desperately. “I like you Brad but, I will kill you if you do this.”
Brad was losing patience. He slapped Ifreeta hard in the face and a tiny trickle of blood began to form in the corner of her mouth.
“Stop talking cunt. It’s too late for that.” said Brad stiffly.
Ifreeta glared into his eyes and for a moment he hesitated. But it was only a moment. Grabbing a hold of himself with his free hand, Brad found what he was looking for and pushed himself deep inside of her. Despite Ifreeta’s protests she was still incredibly wet and very warm. As Brad slowly continued to push himself inside of her she closed her eyes and bit her lower lip, scraping her teeth in inescapable pleasure.
Brad thrust himself back and forth inside of her, pushing harder and harder with each gyration. Ifreeta was overwhelmed with euphoria and could scarcely hold back the cries of ecstasy that tried desperately to escape her lips. Brad released her wrists and Ifreeta grabbed him by the shoulders, pulling him against her soft breasts so that she could feel his firm chest against her. She could resist no longer. Giving in to him with everything she had, Ifreeta and Brad became a whirlwind of passion. She clawed at his back and pulled his hips into hers to goad him into being more forceful.
Brad put everything he had into grinding himself against her hips as hard and long as his strength would allow him, but still she wanted more. Ifreeta dug her nails into his back, deeper and deeper until warm blood began to trickle down his back, mixing with the sweat that was beginning to bead on his skin. Brad brought his head down to her chest and wrapped his mouth around her left breast, licking and sucking on her nipple while slipping his free hand down to where he had himself inside of her. Slowly he began to rub her in a slow circular motion, clockwise then counter-clockwise, alternating again and again. Ifreeta cried out in ecstasy as Brad opened his eyes for the first time since they began. For a moment he thought he saw Ifreeta’s hair shimmer like a wave of heat, rising up from the sun soaked pavement midsummer. But when Brad squeezed his eyes shut and opened them again, there was nothing unusual about it. “Just a girl, getting what she wanted me to give her, whether she knew it or not.” thought Brad as he smiled to himself.
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