LAYLA
Is everything okay?
I didn't reply, knowing it would worry her more. Let her think about why I was commanding her to meet me. I left the hotel room, noticing with annoyance that my phone was ringing.
"Yes?"
"Her dad has rung. He wants another load."
I smiled to myself as I shrugged.
"Give him double. For free."
I hung up, happy in the knowledge that her daddy dearest wouldn't be alive to walk her down the aisle. Drugged-up mess. He had a shit life, and I would be happy to help him end it. I slid into the cab waiting outside, aware I smelt of pussy and alcohol. I didn't give a shit.
As the car sped through the streets, I closed my eyes, imagining how it would feel to bury myself in that tight little ass of hers finally. Once we were married, I'd knock her up, get her to have a few kids. She wouldn't be as hot after, so I'd still be fucking others.
I didn't care about anything except getting what I want.
The cab pulled up, and I climbed out, gazing at the little house. All this nice acting bullshit was killing me, so I hoped she was alone. The door was open, and I called out hello.
Nothing.
I made my way up the stairs, pushing the door open to see Layla sitting on her bed, glaring at me.
"Where have you been?" Layla snapped as I closed the door behind me, chuckling slowly.
"Feisty little bitch, aren't you?"
She swallowed as I ran my eyes down her clothes.
"Take them off," I ordered, enjoying the fright in her eyes.
"What? You know the agreement—"
"The terms have changed. Take. Your. Clothes. Off."
She hesitated, slowly lifting her t-shirt as I sighed, walking over and ripping it from her body.
"Faster," I grunted as she unclipped the tiny bra she was wearing. I grabbed her roughly, pushing her down onto the bed as I pulled her jeans down her legs. Her cunt was suddenly exposed to me, pink and glistening like a fucking peach.
"Steve, wait. You know this is my first time," she gasped as I dropped my bottoms.
"Darling, I'll be straight with you. I don't give a fuck."
God, she was hot.
I saw the tears in her eyes as I kissed her roughly, my hard cock positioned at her dry entrance. I spat on my hand, pushing it against her as I let my fingers enter her roughly. I pumped them in and out of her as she cried silent tears.
"I'm not fucking raping you; stop crying," I muttered as she stared at me with hatred.
"That's exactly what this is," she hissed as I placed my full weight on her body.
"Tell me you want me to fuck you."
I kissed her hard as she struggled against me. All she was doing was making me harder. My cock gained entrance, pushing into her as she hissed.
"Say it," I ordered, gritting my teeth as I tore into her pussy.
