Chapter 5

• The minute the words were out, I knew I was in trouble.
• He was back, standing before me, his shoulders heaving with fury as he snarled again,
• ’An underaged little wh*re. Answer me, girl. Who sent you here, you little bi*ch?’
• My eyes filled with tears at his abusive words and my mouth trembled as I looked at him and said, shaking my head, the fight going out of me,’ Please Sir. I …it was a mistake. And I am not a ...not a…’
• My face flamed as I saw the dawning realization on his face.
• “So why did you come here, little girl?’ he asked gruffly, his expression stony, the thick hands clenching and unclenching...
• I looked at him and said, “With …uh…friends…’
• They are not your friends, said my heart, and my voice must have lacked conviction.
• I yelped as he placed a hand on my throat, forcing me to meet his eyes, terrified. He was close enough for me to inhale the man, the musk of his body, the expensive cologne he was using, and I trembled, with a longing I did not recognize. His lower body was barely touching me but I shifted and my nipples brushed his hard chest.
• ’ Sir, puh…please…’ I began.
• His eyes glowed and he said through gritted teeth,’ Stop saying that girl.’
• I stared at him, wide-eyed, aware of the heat from his body, rolling off in waves. Awareness swept through me, my stomach clenched and wetness flooded my core as I felt his nearness; and I sighed.
• He moved so swiftly, so suddenly, that I was taken totally by surprise.
• With an oath, he gripped a handful of my hair and brought his mouth down on mine, his hard lips slanting as they claimed my mouth. His heavy, strong body forced me against the wall and I trembled with need and fear…
• I was rigid for a while, unable to understand what was happening. My body begged me to hold his shoulders, to stroke him, to let go. But my almost Puritanical upbringing made me stiff and resistant. Till he sank his teeth into my lower lip and I opened my mouth in a gasp.
• His tongue was inside my mouth, probing, tasting, and suddenly, I could not hold back anymore. I felt my hands go to his hair, the thick, vibrant hair, buying themselves there before sliding down the strong shoulders and the wide back helplessly, reveling in his strength.
• His mouth was moving down and I squealed as he took a nipple in his mouth, sucking, nipping at it, while his other hand slid further down, to work its way into my lacy panties.
• “The f*ck…’ he growled hoarsely,” You taste of honey and sweetness, little girl.’ And he was breathing heavily as he tore my dress, what was left of it, off of my body. Obligingly, my full breasts sprang out and he made a low growling sound as he took in the rosy nipples, large and hard, inviting him to do what he wished to them…
• Belatedly, I tried to hide my body but he was forcing me onto the ground, rolling on top of me and I felt the soft, thick carpet beneath my bare back.
• ’I do not know who the f*ck you belong to, little girl, but hell, I need to f*ck you now,’ he growled as his hands moved over me expertly, touching me, bringing me alive as I thrashed, raising my hips off the ground, my body begging him to take me.
• I moaned, trying to tell him I was not a possession but then he was taking out his member. I glanced down and almost did a double-take. It was massive, thick, and heavily veined, beads of precum on it already as it reared, waiting to thrust into me.
• I gulped, meeting his eyes fearfully.
• His firm mouth twisted.
• ’You know the drill, little wh*re,’ he said and I felt a flash of hurt. He thought I was a common wh*re,’ I can see your pink pu*sy glistening and wet for a c*ck.’
• He touched me there, thick calloused fingers roughly feeling my sex and I tossed my head from side to side, losing whatever control I had.
• “You are a horny little c*nt, aren’t you ?’ he murmured, almost hypnotized by my abandon.
• And with that, he was astride me, forcing himself into me. I cried out even as he grunted in some amazement,
• ’ So f*cking tight. A sweet little girl. And soaking wet. Dripping wet for my coc*k, eh?’
• His massive mushroom head was probing demandingly at my wet entrance and I whimpered as he pushed himself into me with one final shove; I screamed out as pain dazzled my eyelids as I thrashed, digging my nails into his muscled back, thinking wildly,
• “ I cannot do this, I can’t take his thickness and his length…!’
• But my body relaxed as the powerful body over me stilled and allowed my sex to stretch wider to accommodate him. He halted for a minute, his powerful naked body hovering over me, a look of confusion and surprise flashing over his craggy features.
• But the pain in me was subsiding and I felt a wave of pleasure as he shifted.
• My body screamed at me; I want this!
• Softly, I raised a hand and whispered as I traced the ugly white scar on his stubbled cheek, ’Please Sir. Don’t stop.’
• He seemed to hesitate, the pale eyes narrowing to slits, taking in my flushed face and mouth, swollen from his demanding kisses. The big man above me seemed on the verge of pulling out but in a desperate reaction, I shifted, raising my hips and gasping as I felt him in me, my full breasts jiggling uncontrollably, the peaked nipples begging him to take them in his mouth. That was the last straw for him; the urge to do what he had set out to do was too great and with a groan, he was riding me.
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• I was not a virgin; back home in Charleville, I had lost my V-card; and had had just one lone, dismal sexual encounter with a senior from high school on Prom Night. But the star field-back of the school team, who took my virginity, an egotistical prick called Bobby Rhodes was not interested in me; I was just a knee-jerk reaction to his sweetheart who had cheated on him. So when he pushed himself into me in the back seat of his friend’s truck, he did not care that I was a virgin and it hurt like hell.
• It was another thing that after that one disastrous outing, I had never made love to anyone. And Rhodes, cruel as he was, had spread the word that I was a Cold Bi*ch.’
• But this…I cried out as the man touched me, rubbing my sensitive little clit in such a way, using his thick, calloused fingers that I moaned in ecstasy as the world crashed into a million pieces. His hot mouth on my sensitive nipples made me rake my nails down his back.
• And then, my world shattered as I felt the release in me.
• I was still sobbing, my body shuddering as he raised his head to look at me and kissed me hard.
• His eyes dropped to my full breasts, the nipples hard with need and he cursed.
• ’Little girl...’ he breathed and then, hoarsely,
• ’F*ck, you but I can’t…’ he grunted, and then he was pounding into me, a look of intense concentration on his face, as he rammed his manhood into my willing womb. My thighs were wet, and the sound of flesh against flesh as his balls slapped me, our ragged breathing, was all the sound in that room as he made me his.
• I felt his warm cum splash into me, long thick ropes of it and I gasped. I held him to me, nails digging into his strong back and I heard him grunt. We danced in that age-old dance of man and woman, I was clinging to his hard, strong body as I sobbed out and felt another orgasm hit me, sweeping me away, the tingling reaching down to the tips of my fingers and toes. I gurgled, laughing in wonder as I felt a whiteness wash over me and then I was floating away into another realm…
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