A thick finger glides along the front of my wet panties before he tugs them to the side, exposing my pussy to the cool sensation of air.
This would be the moment to tell him that I’m a virgin.
But if I did that, then it would ruin this. If I tell him, he’ll probably stop, and if he stops, I might die.
It’ll be… fine.
One tiny moment of discomfort, and then it’ll be over.
Fisting the base of his cock, he drags the thick head through my lips, coating himself in the embarrassing amount of wetness pooling between my thighs.
Everything is moving so fast, and I’m thankful for that so I don’t have a second to overthink, but it doesn’t give me very long to admire him, which is truly unfortunate.
I feel the tip pressing against my entrance as he lines himself up, and I hold on tighter, curling my fingers into his shoulders.
His mouth hovers over mine as he starts to push into me, and I know that the only way I’ll make it through this moment without screaming is if he’s kissing me.
I pull his mouth down to mine as he spreads my thighs wider and then drives inside me with a hard snap of his hips, breaking past resistance and burying himself to the hilt. Every last inch.
White-hot searing pain shoots through me, and I bite down on his lip to keep from crying out.
He groans against my mouth, slipping his tongue past my lips and sucking on it like I imagine that he would my clit.
“Goddamn, you’re so fucking tight,” he rasps, the words low and weighted with desire.
When he draws his cock out of me, I whimper, a noise he takes as pleasure, before slamming back inside me.
It stings.
But also, there’s something else, something just out of reach that feels…goodas hebrings his hand between us and his fingers find my clit, rubbing fast, rough circles.
That’s when he starts to fuck me.
Rough thrusts that pin me against the wall, thrusts I feel everywhere, down to the tips of my toes. Pulling out until only the tip of his cock remains and then surging back inside.
The pictures on the wall behind me shake, and so do my legs from the rush. From the pleasure sweeping through me.
It’s morphed into a dull throb now, and with his fingers rubbing my clit, my limbs loosen, and some of the tension seeps out of me.
My head lolls back against the wall, and his lips find my neck, his teeth raking over the sensitive spot beneath my ear, and I feel… I feel like I’m going to fall over an edge, one that I’ve never been on.
“Jesus, how the fuck do you feel this good,” he murmurs against my neck, his voice cracking at the end.
I can’t even manage words right now, an unintelligible sound tumbling past my lips instead. I’m clinging to him; my nails have to be making marks in his skin with how hard I’m holding on because he’s truly fucking me like he’s trying to nail me into the wall behind me.
“Oh… God,” I pant, something tugging in my lower belly when he thrusts deep, hitting something incredible inside of me. “There. Right…”
He groans and rocks into me.
The bathroom is filled with the noise of his hips meeting my ass, the obscene sound of how wet I am for him, the sound of our labored breathing, the sound of his fingers thrumming my clit.
It’s erotic, and dirty, and completely unhinged.
Everything about this is not who I am, but… it feels like it should be.
My back arches, and I’m tumbling over that invisible ledge, my thighs trembling, my lower belly quivering as pleasure shoots through me.
I cry out, clawing at his back, sinking my teeth into his shoulder when his fingers dig into my thighs, and he groans, low and deep, following me over the edge. I can feel as he empties inside the condom, his cock pulsing.
