His To Breed

~ Micheal ~ “f**k, yes!” The b***h I’m balls deep in screams as I f**k her against the wall. It’s bad enough that she’s making sure the whole building can hear her. But what pisses me off even more is when she turns her head to look at me over her shoulder. “Don’t fuckin’ look at me.” I say as I smother her face with my palm, forcing her cheek against the wall, so I can f**k her p***y without judgment. I don’t want to see this girl's face any more than I want to listen to her pathetic noises. I don’t need a reminder that she isn’t the girl I want. That these screams sound nothing like the ones I really want to hear, or that this brittle, striaght hair isn’t soft between my fingers the way her curls were the last day we saw each other. All the years I’ve spent restraining myself from reaching out to her and watching her from afar have developed my imagination, but even that doesn’t enable me to pretend that this little w***e is anything close to being as perfect as Trinity. “That’s so f*****g good, keep going. I’m coming,” she calls out, no doubt in the same way she did for the guy who she was with before me, and I shake my head and laugh at how pathetic she sounds as I pump her p***y harder. Unlike most of the men who come here, I don’t enjoy my visits. I detest every minute I spend here. But every now and then the beast inside me has to be fed and there comes a point when f****d up fantasies and endless nights of putting my d**k through my fist fail to take the edge off. Times when I can feel myself on the verge of losing control. “I said don’t fuckin’ look at me,” I growl into the w***e’s ear when I notice her eye staring up at me from between my fingers. I’m angry at her for not being who I want her to be. I’m angry at myself for being helpless to f*****g desire, but most of all I’m angry at the world, for all its cruelty and the monster it’s turned me into. A monster ruined beyond repair, who’s obsessed with a beautiful and innocent girl that tool my virginity but refuses to reach out. I scrunch the girl’s hair tighter in my fist, close my eyes, and think of my sweet, delicate girl. Everything would be so different if this were her. I’d want her eyes on me so I could watch how she took me. I’d want to hear her cute little moans. I tell myself that she’d purr like a needy kitten. But in reality, she’d probably whimper the way she does when she suffers one of her nightmares For years, I tried telling myself that what I feel for her is obsession, but it’s not, it can’t be.obsession isn’t supposed to hurt, and I’ve been in pain since the day I graduated and moved away to run my family’s company. There have also been some dark times when I wish that she could feel, even for just a moment, the burden of what I feel. I’ve tried to make those kinda thoughts go away, but they're rooted inside me just like my obsession with her. An obsession that over time has spread through my veins and seeped into my soul. There’s no cure for it, just torment and the promise of a lifetime spent suffering. The louder this w***e gets the deeper I have to delve into my mind as I try to imagine the shower gel and moisturiser Trinity uses; they smell so much better than the stench of this w***e’s perfume. I trick my brain into believing that when I finally shoot my load, it won’t be inside the rubber that's protecting me from a p***y that belongs to whoever can afford it. I’ll be f*****g it deep into Trinity’s tight, unprotected p***y. Filling it to the brim and ensuring that I gave her something that binds her to me… For so long, just the idea of touching Trinity again would be enough to get me off, but my obsession with her has escalated. I need so much more these days, and the thought of her carrying and birthing something of mine inside her never fails to have my balls ready to blow. I grip the girl’s hair tighter with one hand and press her face harder into the wall with my other. My thrusts get more aggressive when I have to pretend that I’m someone different, too. The kinda guy Trinity remembers from university not the beast I've become who would stretch her thighs wide open and pound into her relentlessly in order to knock her up. All of a sudden my thoughts trigger my release, and my whole body stiffens. I crush my fingers tighter and hear a loud screech come from the girl, which I’m not sure stems from pain or pleasure. For a few seconds, I feel free from her, but the rush never lasts for long within seconds, the pain of being a stranger to her is back. I’m a monster again, this girl’s just another a w***e, and Trinity is still out of my reach. I quickly drop my hands, releasing the girl from my grip and pulling away. Then snapping the rubber from my c**k, I dump it into the trash and rid my brain of everything that just happened. “Why are you always so angry?” The girl turns to face me, pressing her shoulders back against the wall. The way she plays with her hair in attempt to be cute only agitates me further. I don’t answer her, I don’t even look at her. I just pull up my sweats and take the cash I owe her out of my wallet. “The girls talk about you, you know. They say you're quite famous around .” She smirks. “You got friends you can introduce us to?” She says as she steps over to the dresser where I’ve laid out her money. Then she continues by saying “and I notice, you always seem to finish faster with me than you do with the others, and it’s obvious you don’t like being here. Maybe you could ask my manager to make you one of my regulars.” I wait for her to pick up the money before I snatch her under her jaw and force her to look at me. The gasp she makes, followed by her playful little giggle, confirms that this girl likes to take it the only way I know how to give, “Open your mouth,” I order, and when she does as I command, I take birth control the pill that’s between my fingers and press it onto her tongue I never leave anything to chance in a place like this I always bring my own rubbers and ensure the girl takes the Plan B when I’m done because there's no way I'm getting any girl except Trinity pregnant. And since I mostly f**k this girl, she doesn’t bother to ask me what pill it is. she just rolls her eyes before using the bottle of vodka from the table to wash it down. “Happy?” She sticks out her tongue to show me that it’s gone, and I nod in gratitude before leaving her to get ready for the next sorry son-of-a-b***h who will use her as a distraction.