Page 27 of Massacre Monday
My stomach swoops as his handsome face considers me, contorting into a serious expression. “Did I just eat your virgin cunt?”
A gasp escapes my throat as I stammer for what to say. It hits me then—at the Massacre, and now here—this is only the second time in my life someone other than me has made me come.
And both times…it was him.
His gaze bounces back and forth from one of my eyes to the other as he grows a look of intense curiosity. “Fuck…pink cheeks. You havenoidea how turned on I am right now. I’msogoing to enjoy this.” With a wave of his hips, he slips through my soaked pussy lips as I clamp my legs tighter around his waist.
The mere thought of this stranger slamming inside, the agony it could cause, is enough to make me beg him for mercy. I slap my hands against his chest and plead, “Please, no. I…Please.”
Finally, he removes those piercing eyes from my face and looks down at where we’re practically joined. He grips the base of his cock and runs the bulbous head over my clit in circles. Familiar heat simmers deep in my belly as he swirls it through my wetness, his thighs situating under mine like he’s settling in for a long stay.
As he watches what he’s doing, he dips the tip of his dick lower, toward my entrance, until my body stiffens, and I swiftly inhale to brace myself. The second I do, he glances back up at me, monitoring my reaction. Seemingly satisfied, he does it again.
“Stop. Please,” I beg.
“Stop what?”
“D-don’t put it in.”
“That’s not how this month works, little sister. You lost. I won. You’re mine and have to do everything I say. It’s that simple.”
My fingers grip his shoulders, afraid of what may happen if I relax too much. “It’snotthat simple, and Ididn’tlose.”
A grin crosses his mouth as he continues that maddening pattern, causing me to moan when he hits my clit and straighten my back when he sticks himself at my entrance. “You certainly didn’t. You won me, you lucky girl. You got this huge cock to pleasure you for a month. Can’t wait to make you bleed all over it.”
I feel myself going over the edge, yet at the same time, I want to yell for him to get away. “No. Please.”
“‘Please’ makes it sound like youwantit, pink cheeks. Is that it? You want to be forced? ’Cause I can do that. I’dloveto bust through your virgin cunt right now. Listen to you scream as I ravish you. I won’t stop. I’ll keep going while you dig those nails into my skin, carving me up. Marking me as much as I do you.”
With a formidable shove of his hips, the thick head of his cock breaches my entrance and stops, electricity shooting through his body and straight into my pussy. “Oh god.”
“Yes, dear? You want me to go deeper? I certainly can.”
Some wild battle in my mind ensues. One where saying yes or saying no makes my desires muddle until I have no idea how to answer him. Relief hits me when he drops his head into the crook of my neck and sucks in a long breath, continuing to press that thickness in slowly, stopping when he bangs on my barrier. Pain causes me to seize up as it replaces the pleasure, but he releases a frustrated grunt against my skin, hesitates, and pulls back.
“Please…” I whisper, not even knowing what I’m begging for at this point. For more of that sharp pain? For more of the pleasure? The wires cross in my neurons until I think I’m experiencing both at the same time.
He does the motions again. And again. Building me up as his pubic bone hits my clit in a rhythm that makes me desperate for more. Part of me wants to scream,just do it! Just fuck me!But I remain silent.
“That’s it, baby. I love watching you come. You’re the hottest fucking woman I’ve ever seen, you know that? Especially when those pink cheeks turn bright red and those amber-colored flames light up your eyes. Watching these huge tits bounce as I play with your pussy.Fuck…gonna come.”
At the mention of him losing it, his voice growing coarser, I escalate to detonation. My breasts arch toward the ceiling with a wail that matches his rough growl. Warm cum sprays over my pussy, covering it completely, and Ryan sits up on his calves to make sure all of me is coated. Then, as I suck in heaping breaths, he watches my face and gathers up his spend, shoving a finger filled with it all the way inside me.
“Wait!” I scream and grasp his forearm, sitting up with terror overtaking my body.
He’s so close to me now, he pecks a kiss on my forehead and continues pumping his cum-covered finger. “Youarea virgin… Damn.Supertight. I can’t shove my dick in here.”
Slapping his arms away, I scramble off the bed and search for a towel to wipe myself with. I’m still wearing my T-shirt, but my panties and shorts lay in the pile of clothes on the floor.
Ryan slumps his fully naked figure against my headboard and gets comfortable on the mattress. A crumbling cathedral inked on his upper right arm shifts as he flexes, its spires collapsing with every ripple in the muscle.
“This is going to be more fun than I expected. I get to pop ripe Penelope Freidenberg’s cherry whenever I want. Make you fall in love with me in one go.”
My narrowed eyes snap to his. “Thatwill never happen. And how do you know my name?” Hurriedly, I grab some tissues and try to clean myself, inside and out, then throw on some sweatpants.
He tosses his arms behind his head while his now flaccid cock lays heavy against his thigh. That thing isnotgoing to fit insideme.One of his knees bends as he tries to balance on the tiny bed and looks at me. He’s like one of those Greek statues that should be propped up in a museum, not laying casually in my space.
“Penelope Lynn Freidenberg, age twenty, birthday June tenth. Share it with your brother, Oswald Gerald Freidenberg. Blood type is a rare B negative, and your favorite color is purple, like your bedroom back home at the manor. You also enjoy s’mores and the movieCluelessmore thanBreakin’, but you watch because that’s what Oz likes. Sophomore at Northview University in Criminal Justice with a three point three grade point average. You dance ballroom competitively with your partner, Mitch McCloud, a junior inBeta Kappa Eta. We’ll deal with him later. What Ireallywant to know”—he sits up suddenly, placing his elbows on his thighs and stabbing me with a sharp gaze—“is why thefuckyour social media was filled with that walking STD Nico Griffin instead of me?”
