Chapter Six: Just Fucked my son's Fiance,shit!

CHAPTER SIX

In less than a heartbeat he pulled her against the concrete wall of the cell pressing his arousal against her ass. He wrapped his hands around her hair, Amanda moaned softly

“Still feel like teasing me?” he growled fisting her hair harder

She shakes her head in response the intensity of her lust stopping the words from coming out.

A rough chuckle escaped him as he tried taking off his jumpsuit with this other hands. Which was quite a difficult task because he wasn’t left handed. Perhaps it was the buildup sexual frustration he had over the years, but the orange jumpsuit was gone in seconds. He pressed his hard manhood to her naked cheeks, teasing her entrance with it, rubbing it to the pool of wetness between her legs.

“I want to fill all your holes”

“I’m going to fuck you so hard , you won’t be able to walk out of here” He growled still teasing her ,oiling his dick with her liquids, watching her eyes rolled back ,gasping ,panting for him to take her.

“Your parents should have really taught you not to walk in the dark” He whispered in her ears while mauling over her breasts.

He hummed in appreciation

“Your breasts drive me so fucking crazy”

“I knew you wanted me, the moment you walked in here” he fisted her left breasts in his hands

“Ask me how”

She shook her head, his anger flared. He clearly didn’t like that and pulled her hair even tighter

“I need words princess”

“Ho-ww” she stuttered.

“These nipples of yours, they poked through that sorry excuse of a t-shirt”

“Begging for my teeth”

He lowered his head and placed her nipple in between his teeth, the bite causing Amanda to curse out, but still withering in pleasure

“This is not the time for your stupid games!” She yelled, clearly frustrated at him for ruthlessly teasing her.

He chuckled huskily. His voice thick with desire.

“Patience, princess”

Her pulse throbbed, there was something about the way he called her princess that felt so dirty, so wrong but left her hungry for more.  Perhaps she should tell him, she was a virgin. But she didn’t want him to stop. She didn’t think she could handle it. This wasn’t how she imagined her first time to be. But she certainly wasn’t complaining it exceeded anything she could have possibly imagined. She was a planner, she had a plan. It was sex after marriage and with no other man than Marcus. The irony dawned on her that she was being taken for the first time by his father. Not in the silk sheets of a honeymoon suite but on the floors of a penitentiary.

“Daddy is going to teach you” He slapped her ass cheeks Once

“How to” Another hard slap.

Respect your elders” The final slap and the most brutal of them all

She screamed the burning sensation, leaving red marks on her cheeks. He parted them, sending his fingers inside of her, and then sucking it off.

“Your taste has become my favorite poison”

She whimpered, but her hips arched back against him.

And in one swift motion without waiting for her to alter a word, he penetrated her, slowly seeking entrance to the most secret part of her body. The pain shot at Amanda and she cried out in pain, she didn’t think it was going to hurt this much. The instinct to push him away from her was intense. The pain had been shocking to her, it ripped and burned her. She regretted in that moment not telling him that she had never had sex, but the realization soon dawned on Cyrus

His eyebrows furrowed in confusion

“It can’t be-“he paused reading her pain stricken face.

“You can’t be this tight unless-“Before he could finish the sentence. Amanda finally finding her voice

“Yes I am a virgin”

The confirmation left her lips almost like the denial on the edge of his tongue. He tried again seeking entrance refusing to believe it. But her hole tightened, denying him entrance. Didn’t she come here for this? How could she be a virgin? Her words earlier flooded his mind, fast and sharp.

“I didn’t come here for that”

“You asked me to come here”

What if? She was actually saying the truth? If she didn’t come here for a quick fuck then who the fuck actually sent her the letter?

Before he could ponder further, she arched her back into him, pushing his cock further inside of her.

“What the_” he was too stunned to speak, she leaned back repeating the dangerous move, pushing the head of his cock into her cunt and all he felt was the pleasure ringing from his head to his ears. Every sense of reasoning gone through the window and he let out a guttural moan

“Fuck!!!!!!” His eyes rolled as he felt his cock slowly become one with her. He felt the barrier and took a deep breath and he pushed himself into her moist pussy.

“Fuck princess”

“You are such a damn spoiled brat” Cyrus growled

Amanda smirked, fully aware of what she was doing. She felt him changing his mind and she couldn’t have that. It was why she never said anything in the first place. She couldn’t afford him walking away from this, she didn’t think, she just acted. Her body moved on its own. I want all of him, his cock, him, and everything. I can feel just how hard he is and I need him moving within me, with me, unraveling, wild and unhinged.

 Her victory was short-lived, the pain shot right through her, bringing tears into her eyes. Long gone was his earlier apprehension, and long gone was the shadow of doubt. He drove into her like a mad man. The brutal entrance causing her to grit her teeth in pain, with her hands being cuffed she could not use the wall to support herself from the force of his thrusts.

“Cyrus it hurts” She begged yet yearning for him to stay. Her breathing was hard, the grey orbs in her eyes glistened. She knew the pain will cease eventually she just had to wait.

He patted her head briefly in his best attempt to soothe her pain, he didn’t know how to console people in pain, he was bad at the emotions stuff but he couldn’t stop. The sexual deprivation from being locked up in a prison was driving him to the brink of madness and he was losing his control. Cyrus never lost his control. But with her, control was just a myth. He was using her, using her sweet tight cunt to satisfy his dark, animal cravings. He was hurting her, it was her first time he had to be gentler, slower giving her time to adjust. But the tears in her eyes only increased his desire.

“I’m so sorry princess” He said holding her chained hands tighter and bending her over the wall.  

“I know it hurts, but I can’t stop” Thrusting into her harder, with a force that causes her to jerk forward but his hold on her handcuffs keep her from falling.

It was several minutes before she could actually relax and then after her body finally welcomed him.  What followed could be no word less than complete ecstasy. The heat consumed her almost like her body was on fire. She could feel the build-up of something, she didn’t understand what it was. Her moans bounced over the cold walls of the prison cells. She felt her body about to reach the climax, her toes curling up, her hands trying to twist out of his grasp. She had reached the point of no return

“Yes Oh God” she cried as her body seemed to float and fall……only to float again. She could feel it rushing out of her, but she fought it.

“There is no God in here princess, I am the only deity that you should get on your knees for”

He drove into her faster, loving the sight of her ass cheeks bouncing on his cock. She was close and he knew it .He bet she didn’t even understand what it was. Did she leave under the rock? How does she not know what an orgasm is?

“Let go princess” He commanded, using his finger to rub her clit.

“I don’tt-understand” she whimpered, her eyes fluttering open to meet his gaze. The raw hunger there stole her breath. Sweat glistened on his chest, his jaw clenched with the effort of holding back his own orgasm.

“Let go now” he growled thrusting harder, deeper.

She obeyed, a broken cry escaped her lips as the pleasure shattered her, her body clamping around him in helpless waves.

“arhhhh! Daddy! She screamed as her orgasm tore through her, her body convulsed, her muscles clenching his cock and soaking him with her cum. As the white liquid flowed thick covering his sex. Amanda knew she was his. He owned her and with every wave of orgasm that followed she continued to ride the tide. I knew my moan were echoing over the walls

“Yes princess come for daddy” His voice was a dark command, rough with need.

He lifted Amanda up again and slammed her to the wall, the cold concrete bite into her skin, her nipples grazing the wall but the angle letting him enter even deeper and his other hands mauling over her jiggling breasts, slapping them hard. He released her bruised hands from the handcuffs, he had long mastered how to remove those without the keys. She yelped.

He bit down on her shoulder, his relentless strokes had her gasping his name.

“Daddy!!!!”

 His control snapped.

She could feel him harden inside of her, his length getting thicker and his movements slower. His fingers digging into her waist. The power between them shifting crossing the lines of vulnerability, she turned back to look into his eyes to watch his pupils dilate as he comes undone.

“You’re mine princess,” It wasn’t a request. It was a demand –one she was powerless to resist.

“I’m going to fill your tight little cunt”

She whimpered around him, her body aching, dripping-desperate for more.

“You’re going to take every fucking drop like a good girl”

He placed her arms on the wall, holding her up effortlessly. A harsh groan tore from his throat, his head dropped, his breath ragged against her neck as he spilled inside her, his release hot, and thick inside of her claiming her in the most primal way.

 In the height of his pleasure, the dim light of the flickering emergency bulb cast long shadows across the cold stone walls of the cell. A glint of silver on her finger-delicate familiar, he finally noticed the ring in the darkness of the room.

 He froze. His entire body going rigid.

“No”

It couldn’t be a copy of the ring. The delicate silver band, with its diamond cut chip the one he slipped into his wife’s finger, when they nearly died from a diamond heist in South Africa. He could remember the precise cut of the ring in his sleep. He nearly lost his life stealing that ring for the proposal. It is one of a kind, and only two exist in the world. The world stilled-nothing but the sound of Amanda’s ragged breaths, the slick heat between them and the rapid beating of Cyrus heart.

That was his wife’s ring.

His dead’s wife ring.

The love of his life

And the woman he murdered.

His eyes were blinded in rage, he withdrew from her as if she were hot iron. Cyrus moved before he could think, he grabbed the handcuffs that were once inside her, and placed it around her neck, choking her, watching her lose her breath.

Amanda’s eyes widened, confusion settled in and later absolute fear. She struggled to breathe as Cyrus strengthened the hold on her neck cutting her air supply with the handcuffs. The look in his eyes sent shiver down her spine. His eyes were completely dark. There was not a trace of humanity in his gaze, no hesitation, but there was something else at the edges, grief.

“Where did you get this!!!!!  His voice was a low dangerous growl.