As he pushes into my wet passage, I know any hope of escape is gone. He’s going to do this whether I want it or not. It’s like he said before. He takes what he wants. Nothing else matters.
He holds me against the wall and pushes his cock deeper, forcing his way through. His length inside me is so painful and thick it hurts like hell, but I feel a strange combination of pain and pleasure.
I cry out but can’t form words. The slight edge of pleasure cloying to the pain forbids me from stopping him.
“Shhh, baby, it will only hurt for a little while, just a little while.”
I look away and wince, but he catches my face and guides my gaze back to his.
“Look at me,” he commands as he pumps in and out of my passage slowly. “Look at me while I fuck you, Malyshka.”
“I hate you,” I whisper while he forces me to stare at him.
He gives me a ruthless smile and pulls out of my passage just for a moment.
“Liar.”
He thrusts back in, impaling me and taking away my innocence.
Forever.
I feel the moment my maidenhead snaps because my walls stretch, and I cry out from the pain of his massive cock tunneling into me.
It continues to hurt, until it doesn’t. It’s when he begins to move faster inside me that I feel good, and I hate myself again for the thought.
Shit.It feels really good. So good I start moaning.
Hefeels good, and I’m slipping away again into an unknown pleasure that calls to me with the promise of freedom.
How the hell can this make me feel free?
How canhemake me feel free?
Yet he does.
Seeing I’ve passed that awkward stage of newness, he starts fucking me harder. Faster.
Faster and faster until we both fall into a rhythm.
The echoes of our bodies slapping together and the sounds of us having sex reverberate off the walls of the room. His deep groans and my moans combine in a forbidden symphony of sin, and the raw pleasure he gives me makes my body bow to the sweet sensation of being claimed. It sends my mind tumbling into surrender, and I let him take me.
I give myself to him knowing I can’t fight this entity that has this power over me. It hooked its claws into my soul right from that first moment we met and possessed me, so all I’d do is obey his every command.
The truth is, I’m not sure if I’d want to fight because a sick part of me wants him, too. I got a taste of that yearning yesterday after he spanked me, and once again this morning. Now I have the full meal of what he has to offer, and my body wants it.
I want it.
The moment I accept that, I come. I come so hard, the wicked sensation sends me right over the edge.
I writhe against him, hot and wild like I’ve lost my damn mind.
“That’s right, Malyshka, give yourself to me,” he growls as my walls clench around his ruthless cock.
“Mikhail,” I cry.
“Fucking perfect.” His next words are in Russian and sound like he’s cursing, then he kisses me hard and cruel, and he comes, too.
The spray of his cum hits my walls then floods my passage, hot and virile.
