He Still Gets To Hurt Me

The more his loss, but he isn't going to lose entirely. He gets my mouth and he gets my body. He gets everything and every part of me except the one thing he desires more than anything.

He still gets to hurt me, he just doesn't get to break me too.

"My face," I reiterate, breathless, "My mouth. I want you to fuck it like you mean it. I want you to use my mouth and I want you to leave me drooling. I want you to break every part of me."

"Every part but one," he growls in my ear.

I smile, almost wistful, "Can't blame a girl for leaving something to mystery."

"I don't think you know how much I can," he growls again, this time tightening his grip on my neck and following it up by reaching his other hand around to start playing with my pussy through my panties.

God he plays with it so well. Or maybe I just want it so badly. Either way it only takes a slight brush and, in that instant, I feel my knees go weak as my body turns to jelly.

Instantly I rethink my stance but that is only momentary. He can have a lot of me, but he can't have my pussy.

He can't have my virginity.

"What if I want it?" he asks, teasing me as he plays with my dripping sex, "What if I just go ahead and take it?"

"Fuck," is all I can moan out, trying to shake my head when he grabs my neck and tightens his grip a little more, making me gasp in fear.

"What if I just reach down," he nararrates as he does just that, "And push your panties to the side."

He does. I am bare. I feel them catch on the head of his dick and then pop out of the way and then it's skin on skin. Then I'm closer to getting fucked than maybe I ever have before.

I want to be clear. One hand of his is on my neck and the other is busy pulling my panties to the side. There is nothing on my hips and nothing moving my body, save for the one on my neck keeping me still.

So when my hips start to grind and push back to meet him, it's me that is doing it. It is me that is pressing a little more each time, until he is dangerously close to sliding inside of me. It's me that's choosing to tease, though whether I'm teasing him or me I do not know.

"You want this," he mocks me.

And I nod. He gives me that. I nod and I whimper and I moan on the end of it and he gives a little thrust of his hips, not enough to actually enter me but enough that he catches and slides forward, the head of his cock pressing against my clit and sending a shockwave of pleasure that leaves my resolve even weaker.

"You want me inside of you."

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