Sexcapades

His hands work between us at his zipper, freeing himself from the last barrier between us, his black slacks. Releasing my mouth, he steps back as he slides his pants off, wearing nothing underneath them. With a gasp, I get my first look at him, and once again become convinced he'll kill me if he enters me with the monster between his legs. It's at least ten inches long and about the width of both of my hands if they wrapped around his giant member. "You'll never fit!"

"I swear to you, this c*ck was made for that tight little p*ssy of yours. It'll fit," he says with a husky laugh, grabbing himself and stroking as he looks my body over.

I moan, and I'm not sure if it's from fear or desire, as watching him stroke his member does something inside of me, heating me to my core.

Still, I have to try one more time. This is my virginity he's about to take. And he was taking it; there was no asking involved. "Please, Gabriel, please, I beg you one last time, don't do this to me."

"Enough," he barks, "you've had your chance. Now you're mine." And with that, he reaches down, lines himself up to my entrance and starts to push.

He's so big, too big, and I am far too small. As he pushes his tip into me I try to scoot back on the desk, away from him and the pain he's causing. But he grabs my hips and yanks me toward the edge of the desk, pushing into me even more as he positions me right where he wants me.

I squirm from the pain, the burning sensation too much as he pushes his first inch into me. "Pet, christ, hold still if you want this to go well. The more you squirm the more I want to sink deep into you."

At his words I go perfectly still under him, clenching my nails into my palms instead as he works his way into me, too afraid to move now. If this was what it felt like when things were going well, I couldn't imagine what they'd feel like if they went bad.

"Fuck me, you're so fucking tight. Christ, I can't tell you how much it's killing me not just sinking deep into this tight, warm little p*ssy of yours, pet." I wiggle again as the feeling of fullness gets to be too much. "Hold!" he practically shouts at me. "Fuck. Just hold still, goddamn it." And then he stops, going still as he comes to my barrier.

"You're a virgin." His voice is low in what could only be awe. Raising my head to look at him, I bite my lip as I nod my head once, acknowledging the truth of his words.

"Fuuuuck," he groans. "Never in my wildest dreams would I have thought this was a possibility. How? You're twenty-four and look like a goddess. How are you still intact?"

But before I have the chance to answer he growls, "Then you're truly going to be mine in every way." His eyes go dark as they lock onto mine, possession clear in them as he reaches up to gently wrap a hand around my neck. Though his touch is soft, I feel the implied threat as his fingers tilt my head up. I am his, whether I want to be or not.

He pulls out of me to the tip, and for the first time since he sank into me, I feel like I can breathe. It only lasts half a second, though, as he pushes back into me, slowly taking himself to my barrier again before pulling back out. He's getting me ready, I think, letting me adjust before he breaks through and claims my virginity.

"This will hurt." His voice is gentle despite the bluntness of his words. "Only for a moment though, I swear."

I nod my head, closing my eyes in expectation of the pain. "No," he says. "Keep your eyes open. I want to watch them as I claim you." And as I open my eyes he slams into me, breaking through my barrier and owning me in every possible way.

"Fuck!" he says, as he sinks to the hilt within my slick folds. "Christ almighty, pet, so, so fucking tight. This p*ssy was made for me; it was made for my c*ck, do you understand?" As he speaks, he slowly withdraws, before pushing back in again. "This p*ssy is MINE. If you ever let another c*ck near it, I'll cut it off before I kill the bastard who would think to take this from me."

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In. Out. In. Out. Slowly, he pushes in and out of my wet folds, grabbing my legs to spread them open as far as they'll go as he spears me with his tool over and over again. And eventually the pain that came with him pushing into me begins to fade, the burning sensation starts to change to a tingling. Without fully registering the change I'm moaning, not from pain but pleasure. He reaches between us and strokes me, causing me to cry out.

"You are mine, Lillian. Say it," he demands as his strokes take on a different pace, as he pulls out and slams into me to the hilt. "Say it!" he commands.

"I'm yours!" I breathe out, my back arching off the desk as he leans over and claims my nipple with his mouth. "I'm yours!" I promise as he sucks, mixing pleasure with just the tiniest bit of pain.

"Say my name!" he growls, as his pumping gains speed. "Say it, damn you!" He slams into me, the desk moving with the power of his thrusts.

"Gabriel!" I call out. "Gabriel, oh god, Gabriel. Please, please, please..." I beg as I feel myself coming up to a precipice, unsure of what I need but knowing if I didn't get there soon I'd burn up into a thousand flames. "Gabriel, please, I need... I need..."

"Say it," he says, his voice thick with desire. "What do you need, Lillian? Goddamn it, you're so fucking tight. No one will ever know what this p*ssy feels like except me, do you hear me? No one. Now say it, tell me what you need!"

"oh god," I moan, so awash in pleasure that I barely register his words.

"Say it, Lillian!"

"I need... I need to come! Please, Gabriel, I'm so close, just please, please, I need this," tears roll down my cheeks as the words come out almost like gibberish. I'm so frantic to reach the end I can feel pulsing towards me, I'm clawing at the desk under me.

"Tell me your mine, and I'll make you come. Tell me you need my c*ck - that your p*ssy craves this c*ck -- and I'll make it so good for you, baby, I swear I will." He grabs my hips, shifting my a*s forward so he can slam into me harder.

In a flash, I look up at him as he watches us, as he watches himself slam into me, biting his lip in concentration while he takes me over and over again. "I'm yours," my words come out as husky gasp.

"What else," he demands.

I try to focus on something other than his tool as it strokes into me, try to remember his words from just a second ago, my brain a jumbled mess of pleasure and desire, before it comes to me. "oh god, I need your c*ck," I moan, tripping over the word "c*ck," having never said it before. "My p*ssy craves your c*ck," I cry, embarrassed by my words, and by the need in my voice.

"Good girl," he says with a devilish smile. Now beg for me to make you come, baby. Let me hear you beg like the good little girl that you are."

And I don't even have enough pride to try to disobey him, because I need what he's promising me. I need it so bad. So even though I know that under any other circumstances I would tell him to fuck off, I do what he says. I beg him, beg him to make me come, to give me what I need. This man has taken everything from me. He took me when I begged him not to, stole my virginity from me, and yet I'm about to beg for him to finish me off. And I don't even care. I'm like an addict trying to get her fix; I need it and he's the only one who can give it to me. I'll loathe myself later for this, but for now, I do what he demands and I beg. "Please, please, Gabriel, make me come. I need to come. Oh god, I'm so close, just make me come!"