The jar with the sex scenes

The tingling from your member was clouding your judgment. It was becoming more and more difficult to do anything but bury your cock into this sweet little cunt. Her firm tits weren't enough anymore, she was hot and ready and so were you. Some distance part of your mind knew there was some reason you were not fucking her but you couldn't concentrate any longer.

You repositioned yourself between her soft thighs with a sudden need that burnt fiercely. The swollen head of your rod searched for entrance into her passage urgently. She was saying something , pleading for you to be gentle, but you couldn’t imagine why. You couldn’t think of anything but the feeling of her soft body squirming under yours – you can no longer even remember her name.

The need for release is the only thought you have left. At last the moist slit that you had been seeking parts, and the heat of her cunt wrapping around you cock sends a shock of electricity through your hips. Again you a vaguely conscious of the confusion and panic written plainly on her face but this awareness is miniscule compared to your need to bury yourself into this cunt.

You take her – hard! Your hips pounding against her spread loins driving your manhood into her waiting tunnel. She cries out, but you barely even notice. The sudden heat of her cunt gripping your cock is the only thing that matters, pulling out and thrusting in again is what your world is reduced to. The pleasure is indescribable, each thrust sends jolts of pleasure throughout your entire being until the wave of pleasure is replaced by a need so intense nothing else has meaning. Only another deep lunge can ease the need sending yet another wave of intense satisfaction flooding into your brain. With each hard thrust the woman beneath you whimpers, but your desire is so strong that you doubt anything can quench the rising fire that had taken over. If you don’t explode into her soon you think you’ll die from the growing need, the sensitive skin that sheaths your member tingles with sensations that you have never before experienced. It as though every touch, every stroke, every the tiniest bit of pleasure is magnified tenfold until with a roar of satisfaction you plunge into her one final time and spew your seed deep into her core.

Collapsing onto the softness of her belly and tits you lie exhausted by the experience. Gradually you become aware of Adrianna moving under your weight. Carefully lifting your chest from hers you become aware of her tear streaked face.

Hades – what have you done! You never planned to take her – certainly not like that. As you try to brush a lock of curly brown hair from her damp cheek she shies away from your touch. You can’t even remember exactly how you ended up deep inside her although the pleasure still throbs from your cock. Pulling your member from her sheath causes her to whimper in pain and when you see the bruising of her inner thighs and the blood that covers you cock you feel a wave of shame.

“I’m sorry.” The words seem inadequate, but none the less you try. “I didn’t mean to treat you like that.” Adrianna turns her face to the side until you can see only the delicate shell of her ear and the near perfect line of her high cheek bone and jaw.

“Why not?” Her words are soft but bitter “Isn’t this what I am now? A pretty slut to be used for the pleasure of the men of Heliopolis.” Was she? You had certainly planned on turning her over to the slavers to sell for exactly this purpose. Other than your lack of control (and the resulting loss of money) why do you even care? But you do care. You never thought of yourself as a man who would treat any woman so brutally, especially not a virgin. She deserved better than the animalistic coupling she just experienced, other captive maidens certainly met the same fate or even worse, but that didn't make it right. She was speaking again, quietly but the words are clear.

“I knew when I entered these rooms what would happen." Adrianna turns back to meet your gaze with a slow sigh. "I guess I just hoped for …” she stops unable to articulate the words. “Did you find me pleasing at least?” Warmth floods your cock as you remember the waves of pleasure you felt, nothing in your experience had even come close.

She had hoped for something similar, but instead you used her without a second thought for her pleasure or feelings. How can you explain just how pleasurable the moment had been for you knowing that you gave her nothing but pain.