Chapter 268: 268/Funking in the bathroom
Chapter 268:
Julie’s POV
The blood froze in my veins. I felt a sudden chill sweep through my limbs as I saw his dark gaze devouring my naked, wet body under the dim, desolate bathroom lighting. His facial features were terrifyingly sharp, as if carved from solid rock, and his powerful grip seemed poised to snatch and prey upon me, with zero regard for my weak defiance. A violent shudder carved its way along my spine.
I felt my pores open and quiver under the weight of his words, which stripped me of the last shred of will I had been clinging to. His breath, heavy with the scent of tobacco and the sharpness of liquor, continued to besiege and encircle me. It felt as though the bathroom’s four walls had suddenly shrunk, no longer able to contain anything but his overwhelming tyranny and the repressed desire that had begun to boil deep within me, shattering every fortress of resistance I had built during the days of my imprisonment.
I tried to pull myself together, my voice coming out husky and trembling: "Robert... you abandoned me... you left me alone in this darkness."
He didn’t respond with words immediately. Instead, he fixed his gaze deep into my eyes with a terrifying intensity that made my heart stop beating for a moment, before he whispered in his husky voice, dripping with painful longing: "I missed you, Julie... I missed you to the point of madness, and I can’t endure this distance for one more second."
That simple sentence was like a projectile that decimated the remains of my psychological barriers. My desire to resist vanished like smoke in the wind, replaced by a sweeping, volcanic longing that spared neither my dignity nor my wounded pride. He approached me again, pulling me toward him with a force that made my body collide with his solid chest. Then, he leaned down to kiss me with a mutual passion that left me with nothing but total surrender.
He pushed me with a mysterious gentleness until my soaking wet back was pressed against the cold wall tiles, making me jump. Meanwhile, he buried his massive hand around my waist to pin me in place, preventing any chance of escape from the flood of his emotions.
With hands trembling uncontrollably, I began to undo the buttons of his jacket. As soon as it slipped off his shoulders, I let it fall onto the wet floor without a care. His rough hand reached out to squeeze my breast, pressing my nipple with his thumb with a savage boldness that made me let out an audible moan that echoed through the space. I was parched for him; that touch was like a match thrown into a fuel tank, igniting the fire in every nerve of my body.
"Robert..." I said between our successive kisses that stole my breath. "Have you truly come back to me? Or is this just an illusion?"
He gave me no answer but another, more violent kiss as if to silence my questions, as if refusing to let the bitter reality spoil this stolen moment in time.
I began to unbutton his shirt with hurried, agitated fingers. As the fabric fell away to reveal his sculpted chest with its protruding muscles, I slid my palm over him slowly, feeling the heat of his searing skin and the hardness of his muscles that were tensing under my touch. He continued to kiss me with a frenzy that made me completely lose touch with everything outside the walls of this bathroom, as if the world had been condensed into this cramped space.
The silence in the bathroom was suffocating and heavy, magnifying every sound of our wet skin rubbing against each other. Suddenly, Robert dug his powerful hands under my ass. With the veins in his arms bulging from the sheer effort, he lifted me off the ground as if I weighed nothing, slamming my back with crushing force against the cold wall.
Automatically, driven by pure instinct, I wrapped my legs around his broad waist, clinging to him like a drowning person who had found her lifebuoy. I gripped the collar of his open shirt while my face met his, our breaths mingling in the narrow space. I felt the head of his massive, throbbing dick pressing with cruelty and ferocity against my pussy opening, like a beast demanding entry into its kingdom. He didn’t wait for permission, nor did he give me a moment; with one decisive movement born of an ancient hunger, he brought me down upon him with the full weight of my body.
I screamed in shock and delicious pain as I felt his dick splitting me open, penetrating deep inside me, inch by inch, with a terrifying thickness that made me feel as if my body were stretching and expanding to its absolute limits limits I had never known before.
He sank fully inside me until I felt the tip strike my cervix with a violence that made the world spin. It forced me to arch my back and bury my head in the crook of his neck, moaning in total loss, caught between the pain of the intrusion and the ecstasy of being filled.
Robert began to fuck me while carrying me with all his strength. He would lift me up and then slam me down onto his dick with a brutal force that knew no mercy.
My pelvis collided with his solid body in rhythmic, rapid thrusts, producing a wet, obscene "squelching" sound that echoed loudly between the narrow bathroom walls. I could feel every pulse of his dick as it plowed through my vitals, while his hands squeezed my buttocks with a violence that left his finger marks on my skin, lifting me to receive every stab deeper and harder.
"Robert... please... have mercy...!" I gasped in broken breaths, closing my eyes tightly as the heat of forbidden pleasure began to gather in my lower abdomen, turning into a ruthless hurricane of fire.
Robert increased the pace of his savage thrusts, turning the act of carrying me into a literal combat exercise reeking of lust. He yanked my hair back cruelly to force me to look into his dark eyes, where obsession flared. Meanwhile, his dick was teasing the spot inside me with every powerful shove. I felt my pussy muscles spasm, clutching his thickness with a madness beyond control, as wetness overflowed from me, washing over his burning thighs.
Suddenly, the shudder of climax hit me with the force of a devastating earthquake. My body stiffened completely in his hands, and I threw my head back, letting out a loud scream that tore through the silence. I began to squirt my fluids profusely around his dick, which was still grinding inside me without pause. I was convulsing and shaking violently, as if possessed by a spark of madness, as I reached my grand peak.
Robert, however, remained as solid as a towering mountain, watching with a cold, terrifying possessiveness as my body completely collapsed under his physical dominance refraining from cumming to leave me drowning in my pleasure alone, while he remained at the height of his hunger and raging heat.
"Robert... oh... you’re breaking me..." I said in weakness and defeat. "Stop... don’t stop!"
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"To my amazing Shawnnie,
I am absolutely speechless! Receiving a Magic Castle from you is beyond anything I could have imagined. This is not just a gift; it is a massive push for our story, and it means the world to me to have your support at this level.
Your generosity fuels my passion to keep writing and to make every Chapter of ’My Father Sold Me to the Mafia King’ worth your time. Thank you for believing in me, for your constant encouragement, and for being the queen of this community.
I am forever grateful to you. This castle is a milestone we share together!"
