An Explosion from giggles

….and Molly broke into a fit of giggles breaking Paul’s internal spell he stood up straight.

Trying to catch her breath, she managed to squeak out, “I’m sorry, hun. That just does not work.” *giggles* he could feel something other than happiness boiling inside.

“Your legs are waaaaaaay too tan, like your arms are a ghost and you stole someone legs” fits of laughter, “and the hair on your arms and curls sprouting above the cami are just gross. And that wig, I’m sorry hun it is just so fake”

Hearing her break out in fits and seeing her knees still up as she rolled on her back just caused all sorts of blood to boil inside him. His lust was mixing with rage for a potentially bad combination.

A thought flashes through his head *she wanted to play? Let's fucking play!!*

In one step, he slips his foot out of one shoe and tosses the black strands to the side.

In the next step, he grabs the camisole off his frame firmly planting his other bare foot on the ground.

Molly misses all of this as she’s closed her eyes trying to capture her composure and is only alerted that he is anywhere near the bed by the firm grip on her thigh.

In the surprise of his touch, she holds her breath, eyes shoot open and look into his eyes. A rush of fear washes over her as she has never seen that rage focused on her before and chill goes down to her toes.

However, she loses site of his eyes as her vision blurs as he uses the grip on her thigh near her hip to rotate her body.

She yelps as she feels him drag her prone body back to the edge with a **** she hasn’t felt in ages. Sliding his fore arm under her waist, his adrenaline-fueled muscles easily lift her hips off the bed as her splayed knees settle on the end of the bed with her head still plastered to the comforter.

Seeing the shaved object of his lust before him, he reaches down and rips through the nylon unleashing a rod so engorged with blood it pushes the tear open further.

Taking a moment to grip her hips & line up into the very familiar and welcoming hole, her prep work made it easy for him to thrust his metal rod straight into her slipper sheath. Baring himself all the way to the hilt, he shoved her head even further into the comforter.

Taking just a moment for a breath and relish the warmth deep inside her permitted her enough time to turn her head and look back. She could see his eyes wide with a fervor she never really saw before; pinned beneath his power, all thoughts of laughter were gone. But to feel him fill her so completely without any effort sent a thrill straight up her spine as if she could feel his cock sending electricity directly to her mind and there was nothing she could do but take it.

Staring down at her ass, his pelvis pressing it flat, he let his eyes trail up her back to finally meet at her eyes. He could see her looking back and could see the amusement wiped from her eyes. But there was something else now..... lust? fear?

With a smirk, he pulled back leaving his tip firmly inside her, he thrust forward with **** and heard her yelp as she whipped her head straight ahead to brace herself for this.

“Still find it funny??”

“N-n-n-noo.”

*slams back in*

“Something worth giggling about”

“hu-uh”

*slaps her ass* ‘yelp’

“What was that?”

“No, Sir!” she could feel him twitch insider her from that.

Continuing a firm sold pace he continued to pound deep into her again, and again. She continued to mewl and moan at the constant onslaught feeling a heat build inside her she hadn’t felt quite before.

Over and over, he thrust into it. “You really liking that, slut?” smacking her ass before he pulls her back in.

Moaning she replies, “yes, Sir”

He kept pushing her harder & faster, and she started to push back matching his thrusts accepting his onslaught working herself higher.

Feeling her pushing back, “that’s right slut! Take it!! Be my little whore!!”

“Yes, Sir!! Use my pussy! Givemeanything! Makmeahorusmyfadk!” her words turning to gibberish before turning to grunts.

Pounding harder into he could feel an almost animalistic release as he left himself pound away using her completely. Before too long he was flailing her around on his cock. He could see her mouth hung open as he continued to push his rage through watching her over and over.

He could feel a power deep within him continuing to grow stronger and deeper, using the sheath in front of him. Pounding away before and suddenly...

From almost deep inside his chest, he felt like every ounce of his energy just burst through from his groin before finally erupting out his cock painting the inside of wet cunt before him.