In a flash, I’ve removed my own clothes, my cock springing out now that it’s not restrained by my boxers and jeans. She eyes it hungrily, and I’m a little unsettled at seeing she wants it just asmuch as I do.
What’s wrong with her? I bullied her mercilessly for the past three years. I just spanked her so hard I’m pretty sure I’ve turned her ass purple. But her pussy is soaked, and she’s panting hard, clearly wanting me to do my worst to her.
Guess neither of us is normal.
I fall back on top of her, ready to push into her, when she suddenly says, “Do you have a condom?”
Fuck. No. And I realize I should probably care about getting her pregnant, because we’re only teenagers and it would destroy our lives or whatever the fuck it is they say in health class. But I don’t care right now. Nothing could prevent me from sinking my cock in her. And nothing could destroy my life, as long as she’s mine.
But she twists away from me for a second to reach into the first drawer of her bedside table. The one that’s got a banana peel jutting out from it. She doesn’t even have the grace to blush when my eyes take that in, before she’s grabbing a box of condoms.
I raise an eyebrow. “What the fuck? Why do you have those?”
Jealousy strangles my heart again as I wonder if she’s fucked anyone else. If she has, they’re dead. And I don’t care how much I hurt her the first time, I’ll punish her again, this time with my belt.
“Dad bought them for me,” she says. “He’s kind of over-the-top with his protectiveness. I’ve never used them, obviously. He doesn’t realize no one would touch me with a ten-foot pole.”
She glances up at me, as if hoping I’ll address the fact that I’m pretty much the reason no one at school will go near her, to fuck her or touch her or even talk to her. But again, I don’t feel an ounce of remorse.
They fucking better not touch her.
No onetouches her.
No one looks at her.
No one says her name.
My possessiveness since we started high school has definitely grown uncontrollable, but I don’t care. I only care that the plastic film covering the box is intact. She reallyhasnever used them before. The minute she’s torn off the plastic and opened the box, I whip out a condom and push it down over my dick.
“I’m a virgin,” she says nervously, as I angle my cock again at her folds.
“So am I.”
It’s her turn to raise an eyebrow, but it’s true. I’d rather kill myself than touch any other girl. The only girl I’ve ever wanted to touch was her.
Though it’s only very recently I’ve wanted to touch her for any reason other than to inflict pain.
Not that I don’t still want to inflict pain.
I take a deep breath, willing the nerves that have suddenly reappeared in the pit of my stomach to calm down. I’m not usually the nervous type. She does weird things to me.
Then I push in slowly, very slowly, even though I’d like to ram my cock inside her. But she’s tiny, and her walls squeezing my dick actually hurt a little. Not enough that I lose any of my arousal as I penetrate her, groaning at this new, intoxicating sensation. It sure beats jerking off.
At last I’m inside her fully. I slide my hands under her waist and pull her to me, kissing each of her stiff nipples almost reverently before crushing her to me so she’s in a sitting position, straddling me.
But I still don’t let her move much, pinning her arms behind her with one hand, as the other slides up in her hair, wrapping itself around her coils, tilting her head back, and devouring her mouth and neck.
Meanwhile, my cock is driving in and out of her, gently atfirst as she tenses and hisses in pain, then faster when I see her getting used to the intrusion.
Fuck, it feels amazing. Like our bodies fit each other perfectly. I let go of her hands to grip her ass, squeezing it as she hisses once more in pain, and I remember how bruised she is back there. Which only makes me grip her harder, the desire to be gentle giving way once more to darkness.
As I fuck her, she brings her arms around to squeeze my shoulders, then runs her hands along my back, softly at first. But when I pick up my rhythm, her light touch turns into nails raking my skin, so hard they’ll probably leave angry red streaks.
It’s good. It’s so fucking good. But it’s not enough.
I pump into her wildly, flipping her around on the bed so I can enter her fully, restraining her with the weight of my body. She groans and huffs, pain battling it out with pleasure, as I own her pussy, feeling like I can’t go hard or fast enough to satisfy my bottomless need. My hand is still pinching and kneading her ass as the other alternates between pushing down on her back and reaching around to twist and crush her nipples.
Though I’m fucking her hard, she’s meeting each of my thrusts hungrily, arching her back toward me as it feels like I’m destroying her cunt. The sensation is so relentlessly intense, every nerve in my body humming, that I’m not even aware of the orgasm hovering over me before it comes crashing down. I fall over her, nearly crushing her as my body shudders in hers.
