Page 27 of Quiet Rage
“You look beautiful when you come,” Kellen surprises me yet again, this time with a compliment. I don’t know how to take it, so I say nothing back.
His fingers slide through my now wet folds until he makes it to my entrance. He pushes the tip of his finger inside, making me tense up. He holds still until I can force myself to relax again. He pushes in a little further, and pressure builds between my legs.
“I can feel your virginity,” Kellen whispers. “I think it will hurt less if I break it with my finger.”
He doesn't give me time to think about it, let alone respond. He shoves his finger inside of me, breaking through my hymen with a sharp pain.
I squeeze my eyes shut, and my lips part on a cry, but Kellen’s lips descend on mine, silencing me at once. His kiss is soft and sweet, the way I always hoped my first kiss would be. I just didn’t think it would be with him.
The pain between my legs subsides, and now I just feel full. That changes when Kellen starts to move again. He slowly pumps in and out of me. The friction causes a pleasant sensation.
He is still kissing me when he presses his thumb to my clit and curls the finger inside of me. Bursts of pleasure have me squirming beneath him. My hips move, and I’m not sure if I’m trying to get away or closer. My body is confused, my mind even more so. His touch should hurt, yet it feels so good.
He adds a second finger, stretching me out while keeping pressure on my clit. I feel another orgasm approaching, and I already know there is no fighting it.
Kellen moves faster, his skilled finger working me until I can’t hold it in any longer. My back arches, and my thighs quiver as a wave of pleasure washes over me.
My fingers grab hold of the sheets beneath me. I moan into his mouth, my whole body spasming before I relax back into the mattress, breathing heavy.
He breaks the kiss, but stays, hovering close to my face, so I’m forced to look into his heated eyes. He slowly pulls his finger from inside of me before he pushes himself up on his knees.
Without a word, he dips his fingers into my waistband and pulls my shorts as well as my panties down my legs. Nervously, I let my thighs fall apart and watch him unzip his jeans. He pulls out his cock, and fear takes hold of me once more.
How am I going to take him inside of me?
My breath quickens when he guides himself to my entrance. The smooth head of his cock presses against me, and my pussy is forced to stretch around him. Pressure turns into pain as he pushes in further. A whimper falls from my lips, and he stops moving.
“Try to relax,” he says, like it would be easy.
I breathe through the pain until it becomes a dull ache. Kellen waits for me to get adjusted before he gives me another inch of him. Pain flares again, but this time it fades a little quicker.
He repeats the motion, slowly forcing his way into my body until I’m so full, I feel like I’m being split in half. I look down to where we are joined, realizing he is only halfway in, but I can feel him pressing up against my cervix.
Kellen leans back over me, covering his body with his before he starts to move again. He pulls out a few inches just to thrust back into me. This time it doesn’t hurt badly, but I still have a hard time relaxing.
He brings his face close to mine and starts peppering soft kisses over my forehead, down my temple, and across my cheek. He snakes one arm around me, pulling me against his chest until there is no space between us.
With each stroke I grow wetter, more pliant, and Kellen moves in and out of me easier. My pussy still feels overstuffed, but itdoesn’t hurt anymore. I finally relax my stiff muscles, letting my body sink back into the mattress.
“I want you to come again,” Kellen says, his voice strained like he is trying to hold back.
I shake my head. “I can’t.”
“You keep saying that…and I'm going to keep proving you wrong.”
He shifts his body, hitting a spot deep inside of me that has me squirming in his hold.
“I want you to slide your hand between us and touch yourself,” he orders roughly. When I don’t do it right away, he adds, “I have all day, dragonfly. I won’t stop fucking you until I feel you come around my cock.”
His threat has my hand moving on its own. I slide it down my stomach until my fingers brush against my swollen clit. It’s very sensitive, and I keep my touch light as I rub circles over the small bundle of nerves until pleasure sparks.
I continue working myself, concentrating on the pleasant feelings between my legs. Kellen starts kissing my neck just when a moan slips from my lips. Embarrassed, I close my mouth.
With my fingers on my clit, it doesn't take long before I can feel another orgasm approaching, only this time it feels different, more intense. Pressure builds and I feel overwhelmed. I want to stop rubbing myself, but Kellen’s words loom over me. He won’t stop until I come again.
My legs shake, and my pussy clenches around Kellen’s cock, making him groan against my skin. I throw my head back intothe pillow, squeezing my eyes shut as my whole body tightens. I bite the inside of my cheeks, keeping me from moaning again as I come apart.
Pleasure like I never felt before floods through me, making me forget that I didn’t want this.
