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I press the tip of my cock against her drenched pussy, and her eyes widen as I say nothing and edge inside, slowly and carefully, allowing her body to stretch to accommodate me.
Pain lights her eyes as she accepts me with no complaint, scraping her walls, approaching the final resistance she has intact.
She says nothing, but her eyes cloud with pain as she bites down hard on her lower lip, tears edging from the corner of her eyes as she struggles to take me in. It breaks my heart and yet swells it full of admiration and with one hard final thrust, I break through her resistance as she screams in agony for the entire building to hear.
Chapter Twenty-One
Taylor
This is the most excruciating pain I have ever experienced. It’s as if he is ripping me to shreds and will exit on the other side. My mind is ablaze, struggling to understand what is happening, and as I scream, I cry tears of all-consuming pain as he tears apart my virginity, leaving it broken and smashed to pieces behind me.
It hurts like fuck as he tears through my body as if hell-bent on destruction. He pulls out and then thrusts in again, relentlessly, hard and ruthless.
His hands wrap around my neck, shifting my focus, and as they squeeze, my mind is ablaze with fear. Nothing makes sense anymore. He is a wild animal tearing me apart with his claws, and yet as I gaze into his lust-filled eyes, a sweeter sensation replaces the pain.
His eyes are heavy with lust, stilling my screams, and suddenly the pain lessens. He hits a part inside me that drips sweet honey over his cock, and everything changes.He’s still here but the pain has gone. If anything, I want more, and as he thrusts in harder, my eyes water, and not from the pain this time.
He kisses my tears away and moves with a rhythm my body adjusts to. In and out, hard, fast. His hands wrapped around my throat are commanding me, focusing my attention on survival, breathing, feeling.
I am possessed by him and ruined for eternity. His to conquer. His to own.
My back scrapes against the silk sheets, another sweet sensation. My body is slowly opening to him, coming alive, if you like. He is balls deep inside me. I have swallowed him whole, and it gives me a sense of pride. I can do this. We fit, and I never really expected that miracle.
My body stretched to accommodate him, welcoming him even.
He squeezes further, my vision blurring as he increases the pressure, rutting inside me like a wild animal. Taking everything from me. Owning me.
I have no say in the matter. I am helpless under him, and he whispers in a hard, commanding voice, “You are mine, baby girl. I own you now.”
Delicious heat releases a wave of euphoria through my body. It spasms around his cock, clenching it, squeezing it, milking it. My airway is restricted, heightening the sensation inside me, and as he pushes in deeper with one giant thrust, his roar brings me away from the edge as he explodes inside me. Delicious streams of his cum rip through my body, capturing my spirit and breaking it, reshaping me into his woman.
He paints his name inside me, warning any other man off—this spot is taken. It’s brutal even, his cum leaking from inside me, drenching my thighs, his balls slapping against them another form of pleasure. His muscles are slick with sweat, scenting me, clinging onto mine, joining us together on every part of our bodies.
He releases his fingers from my throat, and I gasp for air, the explosion still wrecking me inside. As he pulls out, it’s as if he un-dams a riverbed, and our combined juices flow onto the sheets, acting like the most despicable glue.
He stares into my eyes and says huskily, “Look at me, baby girl.”
I’m almost afraid to witness the raw power in his stare as he whispers, “Thank you.”
I say nothing and merely smile, tears mingling with the sweat as he tosses away the girl from the woman I have become.
He is right. He does own me now.
I’m surprised when he pulls away and says almost dismissively, “Come. We haven’t finished our meal.”
“You have got to be kidding me.”
I stare down at the blood coating my thighs, the sheets and his groin and gasp, “It’s like a massacre. I can’t go out there.”
“You will and you can.”
He reaches for my fingers and clasped them firmly.
“But your chair.”
I’m mortified, and he shrugs. “I want it toresemble a painting. I will entitle it ‘Rest in Peace, Taylor’s Virginity Was Here.’
“You’re mad.” I can’t help but giggle as he tugs me after him, and I can’t believe we’re not even cleaning ourselves up as we prepare to finish our meal.
