Chapter 4—Fuck Me Without Mercy
Sienna's POV
Senorita.
The name made my skin crawl. It sounded sweet—too sweet but I didn't fail to notice the chaos it held.
"Stop holding back and give daddy full authority." He said in that same husky voice and at that moment, I lost every restriction holding me back.
"Mmm." I moaned in his mouth as he crashed his mouth onto mine, leaving no room to breathe.
His kiss silenced my thoughts, commanding and deep. I lost every ounce of sense in me. All I had in my mind was getting that one long-time dream fulfilled—fucking Soren.
"Do you want this?"
He had barely completed his words when I nodded.
"You're sure?" He grinned slyly, a mischievous smile curving at the edge of his lips.
"Fucking sure." I wrapped my arms around his back, tighter this time.
His hand found its way into my shirt, crawling up. I felt shivers as he made contact with my bare skin. It was cold, chilly, and warm at the same time.
He squeezed my boobs through my bra for some minutes, tickling my armpits simultaneously.
"You wore a bra today." He chuckled, "I'm glad and….stunned since you're fond of leaving your boobs free and you get me staring at you every damn time."
I froze.
He does that?
"I've never caught you ogling at them? Were my nipples visible?"
"Y—yeah," he growled, moving his hand to the back as he unhooked my bra and tossed it aside. "I see them even with your Mickey Mouse sweater, thick and loose. I…..do notice your twins—"
I let out a sharp gasp when he pinched my tits so hard.
"Be gentle." I winced, shutting my eyes as I held his arm.
This was the first time I'd be doing this with a guy. My first kiss was with Soren and now, my first smooch too.
He was supposed to treat me gently, I guess. Or was he going to be rough like he'd always been in those dreams when I fantasize about hot sex with him? Rough and relentless?
Either way, I wanted every inch of him. Every inch of his cock.
I could feel him hard against my stomach. He was still naked, and he didn't even attempt to slide into his clothes, even after I caught him masturbating.
"I want to have a better view of your breasts, Sienna. Lift your shirt and stand, chest out." His voice was rough, commanding, and thrilling.
I didn't bother even when he was so domineering.
I was the one who was hungry for pleasure, maybe him too. But I knew one thing was for sure and that was that I was more desperate than he was.
He moved inches away, leaning against the wall, his arms folded across his chest.
"Good girl." I saw his mouth as I stripped.
He only asked my shirt to go missing but I did away with my panties too—the g-string. I had pairs of them in my wardrobe.
I got them all for Soren. I knew we would make out one day and fuck the life outta each other. But I just didn't know when, yet I had the hope when it didn't seem forthcoming.
Now, here we were. All sweaty and eager to sin.
I had always been ready for him, for three years. Even now.
"Now, come to daddy." He beckoned, twirling his index finger in the air.
Then he gathered me by the waist as if the space between us offended him.
Possessiveness burned in his touch, but I, Sienna Cruz, cared less.
I was hungry. Not for my favorite chocolate shake and fries but for the guy I had always called my nightmare—Soren Rivera. This fucking Demigod looked like he had just walked out of a magazine.
I had always wondered how he'd look while naked. Sorry, us. And here we were, clothes ripped off and ready for sin.
"You'd be my stepsister in a few weeks, don't you care?"
I shook my head quickly, almost like cutting him off.
"No, I don't."
"This is forbidden." He pressed a smirk on his lips. He wasn't just interrogating me, he wanted to know the level of my desperation—how eager I was for this.
"Rotten Fruit tastes sweetest," I mentioned, grinning like an idiot. "Soren, now I don't care about fucking taboos."
"There are rules that bind us, even when our parents aren't married, yet it seems like it. We're doing the wrong thing, don't you think?"
"I—" I tried to cut him off, to let him see reasons why this was so right even when it was fucking very wrong. But he just won't let me speak.
"You're not supposed to see my penis and I'm not supposed to see your vagina either—"
Shit. Why was he so straightforward?
Penis and vagina?? Oh, good lord! He just makes me feel hotter and hornier.
"We kissed, I smooched your breasts and tickled your pinkies." He twirled his fingers around them as he spoke and I bit my bottom lip, suppressing a moan I knew would spill out any sooner.
"You're doing it," I said breathlessly, "—again."
"Don't you like it?" He raised a brow.
I held his face in my palms, staring into his ocean eyes that had always pulled and driven me crazy. Even now.
He shot a slight frown at me, wondering what I was going to do. He waited for my outburst, patiently and until I did, he didn't move. Didn't speak, didn't argue.
He only watched me with that cocky grin firm to his lips.
"You started this." My voice was low, cracking. Yet, I didn't break eye contact with him.
"I know it and you liked it, don't you?"
I scoffed, hitting him on the chest.
"I never said I didn't. I had always craved for this and now that you've gotten me so fucking hot and—shit!" I hissed, digging my fingers into my scalp and pulling my hair so hard.
"You know what, Soren?" I looked up again, my eyes soft as if begging him. "Please, touch me. Kiss me, fuck me, even without mercy. I wouldn't mind, just don't leave me halfway. I'm untouched, fresh. Been keeping my fucking virginity for you for years, break it, tonight, here and now."
"Sienna….." he mused. He didn't expect me to give in this way, maybe. "I was going to eat you. I just wanted to see you beg for it and now that you've done, I'd grant your wish in every sinful way."
My stomach tingled when he leaned in, taking my lips with raw and unspoken demand.
I giggled inwardly, a new desperation for ecstasy bursting through me.
He was going to finger me. He was going to give me hot sex just like I've seen in the blue films I watch at midnight.
Every kiss led us to the bed, taking it a step further.
I was held firm in his arms, my boobs being squeezed and smooched.
Then he pushed me to the bed, commanding me to spread my thighs apart.
I did. Without arguing.
"You're dripping so wet for me." His tongue slid along my slit as he mentioned.
Goosebumps burst on my skin when I felt his wet tongue on me.
So warm.
Mmmm, I like it. So fucking much.
I spread my legs wider, giving him more space. He ate me, bit my pussy lips while I moaned, helpless and wasted.
When he rubbed his dickcap along my pussy lips, I couldn't help the excitement that welled in me.
Finally, my dream was coming to pass.
"I'll push in now." He whispered in my ear, "If it feels painful, just tell me and I'll pull out, okay?" His thumb grazed my chin as he asked.
I blinked, surprise washing over me.
I had never thought he'd act this way. Not this concerned.
"Okay." Nodding, I smiled at him, imagining the pain already. I wondered how his big rod would penetrate my tight pussy.
The moment he wore the condom and pressed in, I had thought the sexual fantasies in my head were finally coming true until I heard that voice in the hallway with footsteps approaching.