17. Lola #2
He licks me gently at first. Slow, teasing, licking stripes up and down my cunt until I feel the wetness drip onto the sheets.
My hands tangle in his hair. His hair is so soft but messy, dark and wild, perfect for grabbing.
I pull him closer, like that will save me.
He moans into my cunt. The vibration lights me up.
My clit throbs; I think I might die if he stops.
His tongue circles, relentless, and my whole body tightens, straining, begging.
“You taste so sweet, Bambi.” He looks up at me. His eyes hold hunger and an intensity so immense, it makes me speechless. I bite my lip and rotate my hips, begging for more. Brody chuckles. “You want it that bad, huh?”
I nod and lay my head back, moaning while he continues to lick up and down in a teasing motion. He pulls off again, and I whine. Brody shakes his head and gets off the bed.
“I want you to cum when my cock is buried deep inside of you.” Brody yanks my legs towards the edge of the bed. He stands in front of me, jerking his cock, slow. Taunting.
He stares at me as if I were a platter of juicy meat. I love it. I hate it. My body goes hot, then cold, then hot again. His cock is perfect. Bulging, thick. I can’t stop staring at it. That’s how much he wants me. It should scare me, but my thighs just squeeze tighter. My body aches for it.
“You want it?”
I nod, head dreamy, lips parted. He rubs the head along my pussy. Up and down, the length hot and smooth and sticky with arousal. My clit throbs. I almost gasp, but clamp it down.
We don’t want to wake anyone in the house.
“Look at you, Bambi,” he murmurs. “So wet for me. You need it that bad?”
I blink up at him. I’m shaking. “Nobody’s ever… Nobody’s ever touched me there. Not like this.”
He grins. “I know. I can tell. You’re tight as fuck.”
He lines his cock up. Hands on my knees, prying them apart, spreading me open wide, like he wants to see everything. He does. Then he pushes, and I yelp. It’s not supposed to hurt this much. The sting is intense, ripping through my core.
He slows instantly, and I can see the panic in his eyes. “Hey. Bambi. You okay?”
I nod, fighting for breath. “I just… It just surprised me.”
He strokes my thigh, then leans forward. Kisses my cheek, my jaw, every inch of my face softer than I thought possible. “First time is rough, babe. Tell me what you need.”
I squeeze his hand on my thigh. I want him inside me. I want to be ruined. I want to belong to him, only him.
“Just… Slower?” I say.
Brody hisses through his teeth, then does it slower. He pushes again, this time letting me stretch. The pain is there, but not as bad. It’s a fullness, a burning, a splitting.
But I want it. I want him to break me open.
He watches my face the whole time. Pure focus. His hands shake as he holds me still, groaning when he finally goes inside. My pussy is tight. So fucking tight. I feel every ridge, every throb of his cock moving through my walls. He keeps it slow, and the pain fades.
I go soft. Melting into the bed, moaning just a little, because I can’t help it. It hurts, but it feels right. Like his cock was meant for me, only for me.
He thrusts in. My back arches. Fuck. I blink and see stars.
He groans, low, hungry. “Shit, Bambi. So fucking tight.” His lips brush my throat, jaw, mouth always greedy for contact, for skin, for taste.
One hand fists in my hair. The other claws at my hip, anchoring me open for him.
I grip his shoulders. Nails dig, helpless.
My thighs shake with the effort, my whole body tense with pain and wanting.
He moves again. Not all the way out, not all the way in.
Shallow thrusts at first, careful, like he’s teaching my body how to take it.
My pussy spasms, clutching him; every inch he pushes, I choke out another little sound.
Sweat drips down my ribs, pooling under my tits.
I’m already gasping, desperate for every scrap of air.
His mouth latches on my nipple. He sucks, bites, lets it go with a wet pop. “You okay?” he mutters.
I can barely nod, but I do. “Yeah,” I whimper. “More. Please.” I sound destroyed. I love it.
Brody’s hips stutter. He wants to lose it, wants to ruin me for good, but he forces it slow for a few more strokes.
Each thrust is torture, burning through pain into something better.
Every time I think I’m at the edge, he presses deeper, grinding his cock against my clit, making me shatter with the friction.
I’m so fucking wet. It leaks down my thighs, drenching him. My cunt milks him, makes these nasty noises, every bit of me wide open and exposed. He watches my face, drinks down every gasp, every broken plea.
I wrap my legs around him, desperate for more pressure. His cock pounds in, harder now, relentless. My bones rattle. I want to scream, but I bite his shoulder instead, stifling the sob.
He likes it. I can feel him shudder, cock twitching inside me.
His hand covers my mouth, muffling every cry. “Quiet. Everyone’s asleep.”
Humiliation hits, hot and dizzy. His family, right down the hall. I could die if anyone found out what we’re doing. I don’t slow down, though.
He holds me down so tight I can’t move. “Take it, Bambi. That’s it. Let it hurt.”
I take it. I grit my teeth and let it rip me open.
The first time, you always hear stories. Girls say it hurts, or sometimes it doesn’t hurt at all, or sometimes you bleed buckets and scream. Nobody ever tells you that it feels like your whole body is being rebuilt from the inside out. Destroyed and rebuilt.
He continues to hold me down, one palm clamped flat over my mouth, the other tangled so hard in my hair it stings. I love that it stings. I love being pinned. I love the sick sound of skin slapping, of my wetness squelching as he rocks in and out of me.
Brody leans in close, mouth on my ear. Too rough, too deep. “You’re so fucking tight. I can barely move in you, Bambi. You’re squeezing the life out of my cock.”
All I can do is nod and take it. Take everything he gives. My nails rake down his back. I feel his muscles flex. The rhythm picks up, harder, faster. He slams me into the mattress, making the bed creak.
I wonder if anyone will hear us. I hope they do. I hope his parents wake up, or the sister down the hall, or anyone in this ugly world who thinks I belong to someone other than Brody Voss.
He owns me now. He carves it into my skin. He fucks me like I’m his only salvation and his only ruin.