Wholly Different This Time

Soon enough he was grinding into my thighs again, but this time it was wholly different. Whereas before he'd been hitting me on the upper part of my thighs there was still a gap between him and my eager sex. This time, though, when he ground back he made sure to push me down and hold me still. So this time when he ground into me.

He ground into me.

Moaning my hands reach for purchase on the wall as I feel his cock pressing against my panty clad sex. It catches, right at the entrance to me, dipping the cloth of my panties just past the lips of my pussy and dampening them with my wetness.

I bite my bottom lip as my hands scrape at the brick wall. Moaning and senseless I push back against him, nearly feeling him enter me as I curse my panties being in the way in my own mind.

"Do you see?" he whispers honeyed poison in my ear, "Your body aches for this. Your body needs this."

He pulls back, not enough to really lose contact but just enough to reposition so that when he thrusts forward again he presses in even more firmly.

I feel a shudder rush over me, my body flexing and begging for me to reach down and slip my panties aside so the next stroke will be my last.

"You want this," he whispers even quieter to me, "You want to get fucked. You want me to be the one to fuck you. For the very first time. Breaking in that virgin cunt of yours and making you mine forever."

One hand is on my hip to keep me still but I'm so weak in comparison to him they really only need one. So the other runs up to my breasts and paws at them, pinching my nipple and teasing it a little more so that I jump.

That's his intention, because when I come back down from tip toe he is thrusting forward in perfect time, pressing himself into me a little more.

"Let me fuck you, Emily," he growls, his grip on my hip tightening, "Let me fuck you. Let me in. Accept who you are, what you are. Accept that you were made to get fucked, that you need it. That the only way you'll be satisfied is if some asshole breaks you. Makes you into his grovelling whore."

I gasp, my eyes flying open. This is so wrong and I know it but every inch of me is begging for him to be so right.

And it would be so easy. It would be so simple.

Just one little slip of fabric, barely even more than tissue paper.

It has been building. It has been building and building and building. And he is so close and I am so fucking ready and I am dripping and aching and needing and wanting.

One little strip of fabric and it won't matter anymore.

One little strip of fabric and I can have it.

And won't that be worthwhile?

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