1. Lauren #3
“That’s it, pretty girl. Scream for me,” he demands, slamming me again and again until I am in tears. As I am sniffling and shaking, he slowly pulls my thong to the side.
“Gunner,” I whine.
“What, pretty girl? Afraid for me to see how fucking turned on you are?” he asks, slowly pushing two fingers into my pussy. I groan and tighten around him, making him chuckle. “You are soaked, Lauren. “Do you like pain?”
“Y-Yes,” I pant as he slowly fucks me with his fingers. When he pulls out, he starts rubbing my clit. “Oh fuck! Oh my God, Gunner!”
My thighs start shaking, and a warm pressure builds in my belly, and I’m moaning loudly.
When he abruptly stops, I whine, and he slaps my pussy over and over again until I am screaming in pain.
Still, it feels fucking amazing. He repeats this process, playing with me, and then abusing my pussy until I am crying.
“You’re doing so well, baby. Ready to step it up?”
“Yes,” I say quickly.
“Five, and then I pause for a second. Okay?” he says.
“Mhmm.”
I hear his belt buckle, and I’m a bit confused.
Five and then a break… I realize what he means when his belt snaps across my ass.
I scream and fight the rope while he hits me with the belt over and over again.
The break only lasts a few seconds before he starts up again, but then he shifts, and the belt hits my back.
“Fuck!” I scream, my voice breaking. He hits me again.
And again. And again. I feel like I’m on fire, but I don’t realize how turned on I am until the feeling hits me hard.
My whole body tenses as he hits me, not taking a break, and I involuntarily try to rock my hips.
I moan loudly, and the belt slaps across my pussy.
He does it again, and I am sobbing. One more time, and arousal floods from my pussy and he stops.
Gunner gently rubs my back, ass, and thighs as I violently tremble from the aftershock of coming so hard.
“Someone has hurt you before,” he says, gently pressing his lips to my burning ass cheek.
It’s so soft that I hum with pleasure. “You thrive with pain. You need it to feel alive.” He has lowered down now, because I gasp loudly and dramatically when he gently kisses my pussy, his lips brushing my overly sensitive clit. “I’m addicted, baby.”
“Gunner,” I whimper.
“Shhh, baby. Let me make you feel good,” he says, and the most unhinged moan spills out of me when he drags his tongue across my clit before pushing into my still dripping cunt.
“Oh!” I gasp. He starts flicking his tongue across my clit, and my thighs tremble. “Oh, God. Oh my God. Gunner. Please. Oh, God.”
“Fuck, you taste so good,” he growls, grabbing my thighs to bury deeper in my pussy. He starts tucking on me, and my eyes roll back. When my orgasm quickly bursts out of me, he doesn’t stop. He keeps licking and sucking me through orgasms until I am in tears again.
“FuckFuckFuck. I can’t! I scream. “Oh my God, please! Fuck! Mango. No wait. Please, fuck me. Please. Goddamn it, please fuck me.”
Gunner doesn’t hesitate to stand. I hear his zipper, but then he stops. “Fuck,” he hisses.
“Oh no. No, no, no. You better be fucking kidding me,” I whine.
“I don’t have a condom. I thought I did,” he sighs.
“Are you clean?” I ask.
“Yes. I always wear one.”
“Well, I’m a virgin, so just…”
“Jesus, Lauren. Really?” he asks. “You are a virgin?”
“Don’t be weird now,” I snap.
“Sweetheart, you deserve more for your first time than being tied to my truck,” he argues.
“Stop being sweet and fuck me like it’s a punishment,” I whine.
“Are you sure, Lauren? We can go…”
“If you don’t want me, all you have to do is…
Fuck!” I scream and start thrashing against the rope when he grabs my hips and suddenly buries his cock deep in my pussy.
He is so goddamn big that he stretches me far more than I can handle.
I whimper and whine as my cunt involuntarily tightens around him.
“Jesus, you’re tight,” he groans.
“M-Move. P-Please, m-move,” I beg. He starts slowly rocking his hips, and my entire body relaxes. I groan when he lightly smacks my ass.
“God, you’re perfect,” he praises as he slowly fucks me. “You’re mine. Say it. Tell me you’re mine.”
“Gunner, please. Too slow,” I whine.
“Say it,” he growls. “Tell me you are mine.”
“I’m yours,” I pant. It feels natural saying it, too, so I say it again. “I’m yours. All yours. Please, Gunner. I’m all yours.”
“Mine,” he growls again, pulling out to the tip and slamming back into me.
It forces a grunt out of me, so does it again, only harder.
He finds a rhythm of fucking me so deep that my belly aches, but he quickens with every thrust. Soon, he is slamming into me so hard and fast that I am screaming through orgasms, completely helpless to the brutal fucking.
He keeps going and going, forcing my arousal to flood out of me.
When his thrusts falter, he starts ramming into me harder and shoving deeper.
He forces me through an orgasm so intense that everything goes dark.