Page 19 of The Big Scoop

My mind was still spinning as I looked back over my shoulder at the Adonis man who was taking me like I belonged to him. Not even an hour ago I’d been raging—I hated him and hated myself for being attracted to him.

Now I was bent over his bed wearing nothing but a pair of heels with my skirt pulled up to my waist, having just swallowed his enormous load, begging for him to take me for my first time.

He’d tasted so sweet, and the way that he’d commanded me to get down on my knees in front of him had turned me on so badly.

I’d never taken orders like that from a man before in my life. I was best classified as “strong and independent” (although I hated that label), and even Jeff knew better than to bark orders at me. Even my professors in college had treated me differently, knowing that I wasn’t afraid to talk back and wasn’t going to take any shit off anybody.

But when Harrison had told me—not asked me—but told me to get down and open my mouth, I’d been turned on more than I’d even believed possible.

It was like he could read me. He knew that I’d do whatever he told me to do and he was making me do exactly what he wanted. I was his, and he’d realized it even before I had, and as he pressed the tip of his cock against my dripping wet slit, I braced myself for him to make it official.

Take me, I thought.

And he did.

He’d warned me it was going to hurt, but I hadn’t anticipated just how much. A sharp stabbing pain shot through me and I arched my back as my body tried to get away, but Harrison wasn’t having any of that.

His hands held firm on my hips and he pulled me into him as he gave me all of his inches—there must have been eight or ni

ne of them.

“You stay right there, princess,” he told me as he continued to slide into me, stretching my virgin pussy open to his fit. “Take a deep breath and take it. The pain will be gone soon.”

“You’re—you’re so big!” I cried out.

“I know. I know, princess. It’ll be okay. I’m almost all the way in.”

I couldn’t believe he had more to give me, and my mouth hung open in shock until finally he bottomed out inside me and I felt his balls press against my pussy lips.

“There you go,” he cooed, stroking my back as he relaxed his grip on me. “Good girl. That’s it. You’re mine now.”

I’m yours.

He held his cock inside me while I got used to it. I couldn’t believe it. This was way beyond the two fingers he’d put inside me before.

After a little bit of time—I couldn’t say just how long—the pain started to subside and my body relaxed. Harrison noticed immediately and started to fuck me, but slowly at first.

“Oh, fuck,” I groaned as I slumped down on the bed. Harrison let out a long, deep sigh of satisfaction as he pulled back, letting me feel every single one of his inches again. I was full, and could barely believe what was happening.

“Your pussy looks so good grabbing my dick, baby,” he whispered.

“I want to see,” I said, lifting my torso off the bed and looking back between my legs.

Holy shit…

Harrison’s balls hung from his body and all I could think of was the huge load that he’d just shot into me and how much more cum he had in there ready for me. It was so masculine, so animalistic, and as he pulled back and I saw his cock, shining and wet coming out of my pussy, I could hardly take it.

“That is so hot,” I moaned as he thrust back inside me, this time a lot harder.

“Take this cock,” he grunted as he did his best to hollow me out.

“Fuck!” I cried out, snatching the duvet in my hands as he started to fuck me.

A hint of the pain came back but was gone in a few thrusts. And then there was only pleasure.

It’s happening…I thought as he gave it to me. He was fierce and dominant, driven wild by my body, but he wasn’t fucking me…

…no, I wouldn’t classify it as that.

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