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“I think you’re lying to me, little one.” His voice was almost a sing-song.
Trish bit her lip against a whimper. The sounds on the vidscreen demanded her attention, but she couldn’t look—not while Jordan was watching her, judging her.
“I think you are enjoying watching Alex and Bella get fucked in the ass.”
“No,” Trish whispered again, shaking her head. Her skirt slid higher, revealing her bottom. She clenched around her plug as Jordan’s fingers tapped the base sharply, sending a little aching sensation through her.
“Let’s make a bet, babygirl. I bet you’re aroused from watching. If you’re not, I’ll make you wet and give you an orgasm. But if I’m right, and you’re wet from watching Bella lose her last cherry, you’re going to lose yours at the same time.”
“Nooooooooo!” This time her denial was a drawn-out moan because she already knew what Jordan would find as one hand pinned her down at the small of her back and his other hand slid up between her thighs.
He laughed when his fingertips pressed into her sopping pussy, the swollen folds aching at his touch. Trish couldn’t help but struggle to get away, and she let out a little sob, already knowing it was hopeless but trying, all the same. She’d known this day would come eventually, but, with every day that had passed where he hadn’t done more than plug her anus, some part of Trish had hoped the experience would keep being pushed off again and again and again.
“So wet, little girl.” Jordan held her securely as he pumped his fingers in and out of her pussy, ignoring her struggles. Trish panted for breath as her body tightened, caught between her brain’s desire to escape and her body’s arousal.
Then his fingers slid out of her, and Jordan quickly stripped her down and placed her on all fours on the bed in front of him, facing the vidscreen. She let out a plaintive moan as she saw the Wolf’s cock sinking into Alex’s ass, while Alex’s cock sankinto Bella’s. Bella’s face was a mix of agony and pleasure, while Alex looked both tortured and as though he were in heaven at the same time. The Wolf was the only one who exuded pure pleasure, taking long, slow strokes in and out of Alex’s ass, savoring the way he was fucking Alex and using him to fuck Bella.
Jordan kneeled behind Trish, his knees outside her legs and his ankles over them, so that he pinned her legs to the bed with his own. A little sob escaped her as he tugged the plug free from her ass. Her muscle gripped it for just a moment, trying to hold it in because she knew what was coming next would be much longer, thicker, and more uncomfortable—possibly even painful.
She tried to move away, feeling the emptiness in her ass with relief, but all she could do was flatten herself on the bed in front of him because of the way he had her legs pinned down. Strong hands gripped her hips and pulled her bottom back into the air.
“Noooo!” She couldn’t turn to hit at him, but she tried to grab his fingers and pull them off her hips.
“Don’t be naughty, little girl,” he said firmly, releasing one hip to swat at her backside.
Smack!Smack!
“This can be as easy or as hard as you make it.”
Trish whimpered as the fat, slick head of his cock pressed against her crinkled rosebud, pushing her muscle open. Her sphincter widened, used to doing so by now, and then protested with an uncomfortable twinge as it was forced wider than normal by the size of his cockhead.
“Ow!”
“Shhhh, just relax, babygirl.” Jordan slid his fingers through hers as he pushed her onto all fours. His shins pressed against the backs of her calves, his body arched over her as his hands pushed hers into the mattress. She was completely caught underneath him, and the head of his cock popped into her anusand made her gasp at the sharp, painful sensation. “Look at the vidscreen… see how Bella’s starting to enjoy it?”
As much as she didn’t want to see, Trish looked at the vidscreen anyway, desperate for distraction as tears sprang into her eyes. Jordan held himself still above her, just the head of his cock clasped in her tight hole, waiting to sink into her virgin ass.
On the screen, it was clear from Bella’s expression and moans that she was approaching orgasm. She’d given in, submitted to what was happening. In contrast, Alex still looked pained—although Trish had a feeling his misery was purely emotional, not physical. The Wolf’s thrusts picked up as he rode Alex’s ass, forcing Alex to fuck Bella’s deflowered hole harder and harder. All around the trio, the Wolf’s soldiers were cheering, fondling each other, and enjoying the show.
While Trish watched, Jordan shifted, and his cock slid deeper, forcing open her tight muscles and making her squirm with the uncomfortable burning as her body was stretched. She couldn’t flatten in front of him to retreat, and, if she bucked, she would only force more of his cock into her virgin ass., There was nothing she could do but hold still and take it as he rocked back and began to thrust, pushing more of his cock into her body with every stroke.
Tears of discomfort and humiliation stung her eyes as she whimpered and squirmed beneath him. His body heat engulfed her, making her feel small and trapped—because she was.
“That’s it, babygirl,” he crooned in her ear as he finally slid home, his groin resting against her buttocks. Trish choked on a moan as her tears spilled onto her cheeks, her bottom clenching around the root of his cock. She felt unnaturally stretched, overly stuffed, and like her poor hole would never return to its former proportions.
She burned.
She cramped.
She ached.
It hurt, and yet her pussy spasmed emptily. The need coiling in her core still pulled at her. If she could have pressed her thighs together to put pressure on her clit, she would have, because the little bud was throbbing.
When he began to pull out, his cock receding, she nearly screamed at the sensation. The slick burn of her channel increased, the friction rasping over her nerves, even with the copious lubricant. Somehow, the insertion of his cock had felt easier than the retreat did.
He only pulled about halfway out before pushing back in again with a guttural moan.
Tears filled Trish’s eyes as her last virginity was claimed by Jordan. The uncomfortable glide of his cock in and out of her body, the shame of her own arousal, and the loss of her final innocence felt overwhelming. Her emotions were too much for her to face, and she found herself concentrating more on her physical response to distract herself.
