113. Why she fell in love with him!

ANTONIO

Erica screamed as her pussy gripped my cock in another heated release. She thrashed beneath me, her nails scoring the side of neck as she moaned my name. I pulled her up and kissed her hard on the mouth before turning her around and pushing her down on the instrument. I wasn’t done yet, far from it. Grabbing her wrists at the small of her back with one hand, I gripped her mouth with other, silencing her loud moans. “Hush. I am not done yet, I need more.”

She shook her head, her beautiful eyes glazed up as she murmured against my palm, “I c-can’t. It’s too much.”

I knew it from the beginning that I was going to lose it but the moment I laid eyes on her father, that scumbag, I had forgotten everything but the need to have his blood staining the floor and my hands. And I made it happen. I had wanted to kill him but I only refrained because he didn’t deserve that simple a death. He needed to be tortured to the last second of his miserable life and then only I’ll let him leave this