Mike raised his head, his eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that made my breath catch. “Don’t you dare come,” he said sternly, his voice carrying absolute command. “Not until I give you permission.”
“Please,” I gasped, my whole body trembling with the effort of holding back. “Sir, I can’t?—”
“You will,” he said, his lips glistening with moisture and solvent. “Or you’ll be punished.” His tongue traced his lower lip, and I watched, transfixed. “You taste just the way a naughty virgin should taste. Sweet. Desperate.” He paused, his eyes never leaving mine. “I like to savor a girl’s cunt before I fuck it.”
The crude words sent a fresh wave of heat through my core, and I bit my lip hard enough to draw blood. Before I could respond, he lowered his head again, his tongue returning to its work. I could feel the seal beginning to give way, feel my labia slowly separating as the solvent did its work. The sensation was unlike anything I’d ever experienced—wet heat alongside the most delicate, intimate touch imaginable.
And then his tongue found my clit. He kissed it first, so gently, and then began to lick. I screamed, my back arching off the bed, my hands flying from behind my knees to grab at his hair, anything to ground myself against the overwhelming pleasure. I struggled against his restraining hands, my hips bucking wildly as I fought to get closer, fought to get away, fought against the orgasm that was building so fast I knew I couldn’t stop it.
“No!” I sobbed. “Please, I can’t—I’m going to?—”
But somehow I didn’t. Somehow I held on, teetering on that knife’s edge while Mike’s tongue worked magic between my legs. Tears streamed down my face from the effort, from the desperate need, from the sheer intensity of being held right there at the brink.
Finally—mercifully, terribly—he raised his head again. “I’m going to get you nice and ready,” he said, his voice rough. “You’re even tighter than I was expecting.”
My heart jumped at those words. Tighter. Which meant it would hurt more. But my newly opened pussy was aching to be filled more than it ever had before, throbbing with a need so intense it bordered on pain. I watched through tear-blurred eyes as Mike kept me pinned in place with his hands on the backs of my thighs and looked down at my finally open pussy with an expression so possessive it made my vagina clench.
“Oh, god,” I whimpered as I felt him taste me again, his tongue tracing through my folds with deliberate slowness.
He was savoring me. Taking his time. Playing with my pussy as if he owned it, which… which he did.
His. His to taste. To fuck. To use with his huge, hard cock… to enjoy in every way.
Every lick, every gentle kiss against my clit, every moment his tongue explored my newly opened folds made me feel utterly dominated, sending waves of desperate need through my core. My hands gripped the comforter beneath me, knuckles white, as I fought against the orgasm building inside me.
Then he stood up, and I heard the rustle of fabric as he removed his swim trunks. My eyes flew open, and I saw him there—his massive cock jutting out from his body, thick and hard and terribly intimidating. He wrapped one hand around the shaft and stepped between my spread legs.
“Look at this pretty virgin flower,” Mike murmured, moving the broad head of his cock up and down through my wet folds. The sensation made me gasp, made my hips jerk involuntarily. “So pink and perfect. So ready to be fucked.” He dragged the head slowly over my clit, and I cried out. “I’m going to enjoy fucking this hot, wet cunt so much.”
“Please,” I heard myself beg, the word torn from somewhere deep inside me. “Please, sir, I need it. I need you inside me. Please fuck me.”
The desperation in my own voice should have mortified me, but I was beyond shame now. I needed him. Needed to be filled. Needed to finally know what it felt like to have a man’s cock stretching me open the way nature intended.
Mike positioned himself at the entrance to my sheath, the broad head pressing against the opening. I felt him encounter resistance—my hymen, that last physical barrier of my innocence. His hands moved to grip the backs of my knees, taking over from where my own hands had been trembling. He held me there, pinned and spread and completely at his mercy.
“This is going to hurt,” he told me, his voice rough with desire. “But you’re going to take it anyway.”
Before I could respond, before I could prepare myself, he thrust hard into me.
I screamed. The pain was sharp and immediate, a tearing sensation that seemed to radiate through my entire core. My body tried to buck away from the intrusion, tried to escape, but Mike’s grip on my legs was iron. He held me exactly where he wanted me and began to fuck me with deep, powerful strokes.
“Oh god, oh god, oh god,” I sobbed, tears streaming down my face. But even as I struggled beneath him, even as the pain made me want to push him away, I felt something else building. The fullness of him inside me, the way his cock stretched me much too wide, the utter domination of being held down and taken—it was arousing me in a way I still couldn’t understand, but that seemed to be getting stronger every time I submitted to my sponsor… my master… sir…Mike.
The pain and the pleasure tangled together until I couldn’t separate them. Every thrust hurt, but every thrust also hit something deep inside me that made my whole body light up with sensation. I was being deflowered, claimed, used—and I was crying and struggling and feeling more like a woman than I ever had in my life.
I felt like a virgin and a whore at the same time. Like something sacred was being profaned, and like that profanation was exactly what I needed. My pussy clenched around Mike’s thick shaft, and I heard myself making sounds I’d never made before—desperate, animal noises that should have embarrassed me, but only seemed to spur him on.
“Please,” I sobbed, not even sure what I was begging for anymore. “Please, sir, I need—I can’t?—”
“You need to come,” Mike growled, his thrusts never faltering. “Don’t you?”
“Yes!” I cried out. “Please, may I come? Please, I need it so badly?—”
His hand released one of my legs and moved between us, his thumb finding my clit and circling it firmly. “You’ve been such a good girl,” he said, his voice rough with exertion and desire. “Such a brave little slut, taking my cock in your virgin pussy. You may come as much as you want now. Come on my cock, Laura. Show me what a good girl you are.”
The permission was all I needed. The orgasm that had been building since he first put his tongue on me crashed over me like a tidal wave. I screamed, my whole body convulsing as pleasure so intense it bordered on pain radiated through every nerve. My pussy clenched rhythmically around his cock, and I felt him groan above me, felt him drive even deeper as my body milked him.
But he didn’t stop. He kept fucking me through the orgasm, and before the first one had even fully subsided, I felt another building. And another. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me until I couldn’t tell where one orgasm ended and the next began. I was sobbing, screaming, my hands clawing at the comforter as Mike used my body exactly the way he wanted.
