She sticks to her guns

Bill looked her in the eyes, before sighing and reaching over and grabbing a foil package from his dresser. “I’m telling you, it won’t feel as good. You’ll be begging me to not wear it next time.”

Emily watched intrigued as he tore the packet open and began to roll it down his cock, having never seen a condom being put onto an actual penis before. Despite looking like it would completely engulf Tom’s dick with plenty of room to spare, the condom only went about halfway down Bill’s cock.

“Ok, you happy now?” Bill said, waggling his cock at her with his hand. Emily grinned up at him and nodded, relief on her face. “I’m gonna pound you extra hard for making me wear this fucking thing.” Emily felt her heart thump at his words as she lay back and spread her legs wide, giving herself to the brutal fucking she knew was coming.

Bill leant in and held his cock up against her spread pussy, rubbing it up and down as he applied more and more **** with his body. Eventually it slipped in, and Bill kept up the pressure, forcing inch after inch into Emily’s young pussy. Emily writhed and moaned, keeping her legs stretched wide as Bill stretched her out mercilessly. She was already so aroused that the pain felt like pure pleasure. When he bottomed out, thrusting hard against the back of her pussy, her eyes flashed open and she looked up at Bill, mouth agape as her neurons all flared in pleasure and pain at once.

Bill just grinned grimly down at her before pulling his cock back most the way before thrusting in forcefully again, causing her to squeal in pleasure. The **** of the thrust caused Emily’s body to be jolted up, setting her perky tits jiggling. Bill drew back and then thrust ruthlessly forward again, then pulled back and did it again. He kept going, putting his body weight behind each thrust, increasing the pace each time. Soon he was pounding into her tight body continuously, drawing constant moans and grunts of pleasure from Emily as her tits jiggled and outstretched legs bounced in the air.

Once he’d established his brutal rhythm, he reached his hands up and wrapped them around Emily’s neck. Her eyes grew wide as she felt her airway being restricted. Her moans only seemed to grow louder. She looked up at him and saw the anger in his eyes and groaned in pleasure, knowing that that anger was only going to fuel his forceful fucking. Then she felt wetness on her cheek, and looked up to see him angrily spitting on her again. It hit her next to her mouth and she licked it up with her tongue. Bill released her neck, bringing a hand back before whipping it back to slap across her cheek. The sudden rush of oxygen back to her brain and the sharp pain of the slap caused endorphins to course to her already overloaded brain.

Soon an orgasm was coursing its way through Emily’s body. She wrapped her legs around Bill’s waist and tried to pull him deeper. He kept up his onslaught, and she began to be lifted up with each thrust as she held tight around his body, before being slammed back down hard against the bed. Emily continued to shake and convulse for almost a minute, her legs remaining clenched around Bill’s hips as he pummelled her into the mattress.

When her orgasm finally subsided, Bill stopped and slumped down on top of her, his cock still only buried a bit over halfway inside her.