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When he finally freed his cock from the confines of his clothing, I was nearly writhing with need for it. I tried to push back my desire by focusing on the beauty of his muscular form, but that only made my arousal that much greater and stronger.

As if he could read my mind, he grinned knowingly.

He climbed over me and pressed his hands to either side of my head. He held himself just above me and when the heated shaft of his cock pressed against my needy pussy, I cried out with arousal. Teasingly, he slid himself back and forth along my soaked folds and I bit my lip as a tremor of pleasure rattled me senseless.

“Please,” I begged.

He swallowed my pleas with a hard, bruising kiss that would leave me swollen long after it ended. I moaned, pressing up into him as I arched back and forth in his grasp. My pussy dragged against the hard length of his cock, and I quivered against him, my desire quickly taking over every ounce of my being.

“I’ll give you one last chance. Do you want me to be gentle, Zoe?”

His cock stroked my clit lazily, back and forth, far too slowly for me to gain any traction. He had me pinned enough so that I couldn’t move beneath him. I wanted to roll my hips. I wanted to rock myself against his hard length. More than anything though, I wanted to come.

“No, sir,” I answered shakily, trembling beneath him.

“Good girl,” he whispered as he pulled his hips back. With care, he lined up the head of his cock with my pussy and jerked his hips forward without warning. With one unfathomably hard motion, he forced every inch of his massive cock into my sheath and a quick flash of agony ballooned inside of me. I hadn’t expected the pain to be as intense as it was. A soft keening sound escaped me, and he kissed me, swallowing my screams. When the pain finally

began to ebb away, he started to move once more although much more slowly.

“You’re too big for me,” I gasped, and he chuckled into the side of my neck, thrusting into me a few times as if to prove me wrong.

“No. I’m not. I’m just right for you,” he purred. With one hand, he reached down and grasped my hip, using it to thrust into me harder several times.

My inner walls squeezed tight around him, greedily clutching at his length as if my body was agreeing with him. I tried to ignore it, but the more I felt all of him inside me, the weaker my need to fight him became. With every thrust, it was like he was reaching deep into me. It almost was like he was grasping at my heart.

I buried that feeling deep, trying to convince myself never to think it again. In an effort to push it away, I attempted to lose myself in the physical connection between us, but with every hard stroke of his cock into my pussy, I knew that it was inevitable.

I could already feel it beginning, a gentle pulse inside my core that told me that I would fall for this man one day.

I would fight it, but right now, I was going to use him just as he was using me.

I rocked my hips, taking his cock deeper with every motion. He arched back and moved the hand that was grasping at my hip to between my legs. His hand flattened on my lower belly and his thumb lightly teased over the top of my clit, making me shiver hard with blatant need. He must have felt my body’s reaction because he did it again just a little harder.

“Oh!” I cried out and he pistoned his cock into me harder than before. It felt so good to have his thumb on my clit and the massive length of him inside me that I spiraled headfirst into a world consisting of his body on mine and the tumultuous pleasure that was surging inside me. My core twisted hard, causing a delicious sequence of pulses between my legs, and his thumb started to move faster.

“I can’t!”

“You will, little girl. I want to feel that pussy milk my cock when you come for me,” he coaxed, and his filthy words did something so tremendously unexpected that I was almost too ashamed to admit it. It was far too late for shame though. This man had already done several mortifying things to me and as the memories flashed before my eyes, my thighs began to shake. I didn’t know what to make of it.

I wasn’t naïve to my body. I had sex toys at home, not many, but a few. I knew how to use them to make myself come before. Those orgasms had been good, great even.

At least, they had been back then.

My legs trembled harder. They’d never done that before, and I knew that this coming orgasm was going to be the hardest one I’d ever had in my life. I could feel it building inside me, bigger and bigger, and there was a part of me that was beginning to fear it when it broke.

His hand wound around my neck, clutching the back of it and using it to hold me still so that he could fuck me even harder. I never got used to the size of him. With every hard stroke, my body both grasped at his length and tried to push him out. It hurt at the same time that it was so wonderfully good. Pain and pleasure became one and the same, a turbulent twisting sensation that held me captive from the beginning and didn’t let me go.

His thumb continued to tease my clit, torturing me and I knew it wouldn’t be long now.

“I… need,” I began, not really knowing what I was saying anymore.

“I know, my beautiful bride. Come for me,” he coaxed.

His cock slid in and out of me, rubbing against a place within me that only made my legs shake even harder. His presence surrounded me. His scent intoxicated me.

There was nothing left in me to fight. I only had to feel.

His thumb grew more persistent. My inner walls clutched at his thick length slamming in and out of me and I knew I was fractions of a second away from the hardest orgasm of my life.


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