He takes her for his own

I didn’t expect him to move but he did. His hands were on me before I could breathe. One second I was taunting him, and the next my feet left the floor. He spun me like I was weightless and slammed me against the wall hard enough I thought I’d have left a dent. The cool surface shocked my bare skin.

A startled gasp broke from my throat, as his chest pressed into my back. His grip at my sides was unrelenting to the point I felt like I should’ve been afraid. That I should’ve told him to let me go.

Instead, I taunted him. “So this is it? This is what you’ve been wanting all along, huh? For you to have your chance at what you’ve been watching everyone else just take?”

His breath was hot against my ear. “Do you think you’re the only one that can tease? You let them use you, but every moan, every single orgasm, was while you were looking at me. You’ve been mine this whole time, and yes, now I’m gonna take it. It’s time you learned how to be properly fucked.”

One of his hands slid down, until I felt the blunt head of his cock pressing between my thighs. My stomach flipped at how large the head felt, just pressing against me,.

“Do you reall-” I started, but was cut off the instant he started to press forward.

The wide crown stretched me open, forcing me apart to accommodate him. My nails scraped uselessly at the wall, as I fought worthlessly to keep my body from tensing against the intrusion.

“What’s the matter, too much?” he teased, in his maddeningly calm voice.

I shook my head no even as my voice broke. “You’re- huge…”

“Then stop resisting it, and take it. This is what you’ve been wanting,” he accused, then started forward again.

The push burned. My body clenched around him at the searing stretch as he worked deeper. Every inch **** me open wider than I thought I could go.

“Breathe,” he ordered, his hand firm at my throat now, as he pulled my ear back to his lips.

I tried, sucking in air, resting my forehead back against the wall the second he let me go. The pain was almost unbearable. But the first few inches were the worst. Once that part of me started to adjust, the rest became an overwhelming fullness. A moan slipped from me as he started to slide back and forth to try and plumb the last few inches inside.

“That’s it,” he growled. “Now you’re getting there.”

It didn’t last long before he fully slid out, pulled me back from the wall, and spun me around. One of his large hands gripped me under my thigh, lifting me until my legs wrapped around his waist. The new angle drove him even deeper, as he lowered me back onto his shaft, leaving me feeling like I was being skewered. The stretch was so intense I cried out.

My arms flailed before finding his shoulders, clinging to him as he fucked into me, slow at first, then harder, with each thrust breaking me open a little more.

“There you go, baby?” His voice was a rasp against my neck. “See, I knew you can take all of it. You’re almost there.”

My head fell back when he rested me against the wall, holding me up by my ass. “I can’t! It’s… too much,” I practically cried

“No, it’s not too much.” He nipped my neck where my jaw met my ear. “It’s never too much.”

He pulled me away from the wall again, and taking a few steps over, he lowered me until my back hit the couch that occupied the room in place of a bed. He spread me wide, pinning one of my knees to my chest and the other out to the side, then driving back in.

The pressure was unbearable once more. I felt like I was being split apart until tears formed in the corner of my eyes. But beneath everything was a fire. Pleasure that built with every stroke, swallowing the pain whole, fueled by this inexplicable need to please him.

I arched against him no longer fighting, and my cries turning raw and **** regardless of any lingering pain. “Don’t stop- please don’t stop!”

We tumbled again, his grip never faltering, as he dragged me onto the floor, flipped me onto my stomach, and entered from behind. The angle was brutal from how he kept my thighs pinched together between his own, and every thrust was deep enough to make me yelp. He pressed my cheek to the rug, covered in God knows what, but my hips pushed back into him all the same.

Keeping in one position long enough, the burn finally gave way, leaving only shuddering waves of sensation, as my snatch finally started to acclimate to his size.

“Now you’re taking it,” he rasped, pounding harder. “All that lip earlier, and look at you. You’re practically begging for it.”

I could feel his pounding grow more erratic the faster he got, and I could feel him swelling more before he growled, “I’m gonna cum.”

The words jolted through me, and I turned my head to look at him over my shoulder as best I could. “On my face. Please, I want you to finish on me.”

That was all it took. He dismounted me and yanked my sweat-soaked body up. Twisting me to my knees in front of him, he stroked his gleaming cock, while I looked up with parted lips. I licked it when it was in reach, and waited impatiently for him to finish.

He broke into a slur of profanities, and a heartbeat later he gripped me by my hair, tilted my face forward, and caught me directly to the side of my nose. Each shot covered me, hot across my cheeks and lips. I kept my eyes closed on instinct, but kept my mouth parted, as his cum dripped down my chin to my chest. When he started to run out of steam, he tilted my head back again, squeezing out the last of it until there was nothing left, and fed just the tip into my mouth for me to suckle at.

When it was done, he dropped onto the couch, but I stayed there on my knees in front of him, breathing hard, letting his cum cool on my skin. My body ached everywhere he’d been, stretched and sore in ways that I knew I’d be feeling for days.

But the shame I’d been so afraid of was completely gone. I only wanted more.

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