Chapter 10: Not Anthony
Dear Diary,
Three months passed. Anthony and I traveled a lot together, know new places and cultures, fancy restaurants, marvelous beaches...and we had sex. A lot. Tons of sex. Anthony was insatiable.
Every time we made love, he seemed to grow more primal, more intense. I loved it, craved it even, but there were moments when his sheer ferocity left me breathless and trembling.
Today was one of those days.
We had just returned from a trip to the tropics, our bodies sun-kissed and tanned. As soon as we walked through the door of his duplex, Anthony had me up against the wall, his hands roaming my body like a wild beast claiming its territory.
I couldn't get enough of him. His touch, his taste, his scent - everything about him drove me wild with desire. But today, something felt different.
There was an undercurrent of tension, an edge to his touch that made me feel both excited and nervous. I tried to push the thought from my mind, telling myself that I was just overthinking things. After all, Anthony had always been passionate, always intense.
His hands roamed my body, unbuttoning my sundress and letting it fall to the floor in a silky puddle at my feet. I stepped out of it, standing before him in nothing but my lace underwear and a pair of sandals.
Anthony's eyes roamed over my body, his gaze hungry and possessive.
He traced the curve of my hip with his fingertips, his touch leaving a trail of heat in its wake. I shivered, my breath hitching as he leaned in to press a kiss to my collarbone.
"You're mine tonight, Isabella," he growled, his voice low and dangerous.
I nodded, my heart pounding in my chest. "Yes, I'm yours."
His hands cupped my breasts, his thumbs brushing against my nipples through the thin fabric of my bra. I gasped, my back arching as a jolt of pleasure shot through me.
He chuckled low in his throat, a sound that made my stomach clench with anticipation.
"That's right," he murmured, his breath hot against my skin. "You're all mine tonight. Every inch of you."
My breath hitched as he unhooked my bra, his hands sliding underneath it to cup my breasts. His touch was firm, possessive, and it sent shivers down my spine. He kissed a path down my sternum, his stubble tickling my sensitive skin, and I moaned, already desperate for more.
He leaned back, his eyes locked on mine as he slowly peeled off my bra, revealing my bare breasts.
My nipples were already hard, eager for his touch. Anthony groaned, his eyes gleaming with hunger as he took in the sight of me.
"You are so fucking beautiful, Isabella," he murmured, his hands cupping my breasts gently. I shuddered at his touch, my body aching for more. He leaned forward, his lips capturing one of my nipples, sucking and nipping until I was whimpering with pleasure. His free hand dipped lower, tracing the edge of my lace underwear before slipping inside, his fingers finding my wet center.
I gasped as he began to rub my clit through the thin fabric, his touch sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body.
"Anthony," I moaned, my hand reaching out to grasp his thick bicep for support. He was testing me, teasing me, and I could feel myself growing wetter with each passing second.
He chuckled, the sound low and husky. "Patience, sweetheart. I want to savor every inch of you tonight."
I nodded, my breath coming in short gasps as he continued to torment me with his touch.
He slid a finger inside my underwear, running it along my slick folds before circling my entrance. I was so close to losing control, my hips moving against his hand in desperation.
"Please, Anthony. I need more," I begged, my voice barely a whisper.
He pulled his hand away, leaving me aching and panting. I whimpered in protest, but he just smiled, his eyes never leaving mine.
"Not yet," he said, stepping back and gesturing towards the bedroom. "Get on the bed, on your hands and knees.
I want you to take your underwear off, and I want to see every inch of you," Anthony commanded, his voice low and dominant.
I complied without hesitation, slowly sliding my underwear down my legs until they pooled around my ankles. I stepped out of them and climbed onto the bed, positioning myself on all fours as he had instructed. I could feel his gaze burning into my skin, and a shiver of anticipation ran down my spine.
He took his time, circling the bed like a predator stalking its prey.
I could feel his eyes on me, raking over my naked body with such intensity that I trembled with anticipation. He ran his hand along the curve of my ass, squeezing it firmly before giving it a playful slap. I yelped, more from surprise than pain, and he chuckled in response.
"You'll know when I'm about to unleash the pain, sweetheart," he said, his voice low and dark. "For now, I just want to explore every inch of you, to learn your body and your tastes."
I whimpered, my pussy already aching for him. I wanted him inside me, filling me, claiming me.
But I also wanted to savor the moment, the anticipation. I wanted to draw out the pleasure as long as possible. I could feel the dampness between my thighs, my body responding to his touch, his words, his intense gaze.
Anthony finally joined me on the bed, kneeling behind me. His hands roamed over my body, exploring, caressing, claiming. His touch was firm, possessive, and it sent shivers of pleasure down my spine. He leaned forward, his lips pressing against my lower back before trailing kisses up my spine. I arched my back, pushing myself against him, desperate for more.
Anthony groaned, his hands gripping my hips as he pulled me back against his cock, which was rock-hard and ready.
"Fuck, you're so responsive," he murmured in my ear, his voice thick with desire. "I love how you squirm under my touch."
His hands explored every inch of me, from the curve of my hips to the small of my back, and finally, to the soft, vulnerable flesh between my thighs. I moaned, my body aching with need, as his fingers brushed against my clit.
"You're so wet, Isabella," he growled, his voice filled with lust.
"You want me inside you, don't you?"
I whimpered, my body trembling with anticipation. "Yes, please, Anthony. I need you inside me."
He chuckled, a deep, guttural sound that sent shivers down my spine. "Very well," he said, his hands moving to my hips, positioning me exactly how he wanted me. "But remember, I want to take my time with you. I want to savor every inch of you."
I nodded, my breath coming in short gasps as I felt the head of his cock press against my entrance.
He was taking his time, slowly pushing inside me, inch by glorious inch. I could feel every ridge and vein of his massive cock as it stretched me open.
"Oh God, Anthony," I moaned, pushing back against him. "You feel so big."
He groaned in response, his hands tightening on my hips as he continued to push deeper inside me. "That's right, baby. You feel that big cock filling you up? You feel like it's stretching you wide open?"
I whimpered, my body trembling with pleasure and anticipation. "Yes, it feels so good.
You're so huge, Anthony," I moaned, my body tensing as he pushed even deeper. I could feel him hitting every sensitive spot inside me, making my pussy clench around his massive cock.
He growled low in his throat, his grip on my hips tightening as he began to move. "You like that, don't you? You like feeling me fill you up?"
I whimpered, pushing back against him as he started to thrust, his cock sliding in and out of me with a slow, deliberate pace. "Yes, I love it. I love feeling you inside me."
Anthony chuckled, his breath hot against my ear.
"I bet you love that big dick stretching your tight little pussy, don't you, Isabella?"
I gasped, his words setting fire to my insides. "Yes, I fucking love it. Your cock feels so good inside me, Anthony."
He groaned, his fingers digging into my hips as he picked up the pace, thrusting harder and deeper. The sound of our bodies slapping together filled the room, a filthy symphony that made my pussy clench and my breath hitch.
"You're so tight, Isabella.
Your pussy feels like a fucking vice, squeezing my cock like it's trying to milk it dry," Anthony groaned, his voice thick with lust. His words sent a shiver down my spine, the raw, animalistic tone of his voice making my body ache with desire.
I pushed back against him, meeting his thrusts with wild abandon. "Fuck me, Anthony. Fuck me harder," I begged, my voice breathless and desperate. "I want to feel every inch of that big cock inside me."
Anthony obliged, his thrusts becoming faster and more forceful.
I could feel his cock hitting my G-spot with each thrust, sending waves of pleasure crashing over me. My moans turned to screams as he pounded into me, my body shaking and trembling as the orgasm built inside me.
"That's it, baby," he growled, his fingers digging into my hips. "Take that big cock like a good girl. Show me how much you love it."
I was lost in a haze of pleasure, my body completely at his mercy. I couldn't believe how good it felt to be taken by him, how much I loved the way he fucked me. I couldn't get enough.
His cock was hitting all the right spots, sending shockwaves of pleasure throughout my entire body. I could feel my orgasm building, my muscles tensing and my toes curling. I wanted to come so badly, but I knew he wasn't ready to let me yet.
"You're not coming until I tell you to, Isabella," he growled, his voice rough and commanding.
I whimpered, desperately trying to hold back my orgasm. I knew he loved to control me, to make me wait for my release. It was part of what made our sex so intense and mind-blowing.
He loved to make me squirm, to tease me until I was begging for release. And I loved every second of it.
He continued to thrust into me, his cock hitting all the right spots and driving me wild. My breath came in short, desperate gasps as I tried to hold back my orgasm. I knew better than to come without his permission.
"You're doing so well, baby," he purred in my ear. "I can feel how much you want to come. But not yet. Not until I say so."
I whimpered, my body shaking with the effort of holding back.
"Please, Anthony…I can't…I can't hold on much longer."
"I know, sweetheart," he whispered, his voice dark and enticing. "You're doing so well. But I want you to come with me. I want us to come together."
His words sent a jolt of pleasure through me, and I nodded, welcoming the challenge. I knew that if I could just hold on a little longer, the pleasure would be even greater.
Anthony continued to thrust into me, his cock hitting my G-spot with each stroke. I could feel my orgasm building, like a tidal wave about to crash over me.
But I held back, determined to come with him as he commanded. Anthony's body tensed behind me, his thrusts becoming more erratic as his own pleasure built. I could feel him getting closer, his cock throbbing inside me, and I knew that any moment now, he would give me permission to come.
"Fuck, Isabella," he grunted, his voice thick with lust. "Your pussy is so tight, so fucking perfect. I can feel you clenching around my cock, can't you come yet?"
"No, I'm waiting for you," I gasped, my body trembling with the effort of holding back.
Anthony groaned, his body tensing as he thrust into me hard, his grip on my hips tightening. "Fuck, I can't hold on much longer. Your pussy feels like heaven, Isabella. I can't wait any longer. Come for me, baby. Come with me."
His words sent an electric shock through me, and I let go of all control. My body convulsed as my orgasm washed over me, waves of pleasure crashing through every inch of me. My vision swam as my body shook and trembled, my pussy clenching and unclenching around his thick cock.
I could feel Anthony's cock pulsing inside me, his hot cum filling me up, and the sensation sent me into overdrive. The pleasure was so intense that it bordered on pain, but I welcomed it, craved it even.
"Fuck, yes!" I screamed, my voice hoarse and desperate. "I'm coming, Anthony! I'm coming so fucking hard!"
Anthony groaned behind me, his body shuddering as he emptied himself inside me. I could feel every pulse of his cock, every spurt of his hot cum, and I rode the wave of pleasure, milking him for all he was worth.
Every time we had sex was a session when I was passed by a wild animal, a muscular bull called Anthony. Despite Anthony being a hardcore dominant male, I was enjoying our sex. One night he made me cum eleven times. He never hurt me.
One day I had to travel to visit my family. I spent one week and I realized how much I was missing being fucked by Anthony. I couldn't resist anymore and decided to return home one day early. I decided to visit Anthony before going to my place, I was crazy for his cock.
Reaching his floor, I rang the bell. Silence. I knew he would be at home at the time. I rang again, my pussy soaking wet wanting his cock.
Then I heard a noise from the upper floor.
I took the stairs strolling.
The sound of moans and thrusts coming from the upper floor sent a shiver down my spine. I hesitated, afraid of what I might find. But the scent of sex and the knowledge that Anthony was upstairs made me curious. I moved quietly, my heart pounding in my chest.
As I reached the top of the stairs and got out to the corridor. The sound coming from another apartment. I get close to the locked door.
A man and a woman were fucking like wild animals. The man was shouting orders to the woman. Being a dominant male.
It was Anthony's voice. He was calling her the same names he used during our fucks.
I was eager to meet him again. He couldn't wait.