Page 19 of The Count

“Where should I fuck you? Your soaking wet little pussy? Or maybe your sore burning bottom? Tell me, little girl. Tell me exactly what you need,” he commanded.

My body folded for him.

“In my soaking wet little pussy!” I shrieked.

He slipped a single finger inside me there and I let out a broken strangled sound that was something of a cry and a moan morphed together as one. He pumped that finger in and out of me slowly. I felt every thick knuckle and he paused.

“This soaking wet, virgin pussy,” he murmured, and I gasped, blushing so hard that my face felt like it had caught fire just like the rest of me.

“Yes,” I wailed.

“Say it. All together. Out loud for me,” he instructed, his voice taking on a sternness that left no question in my mind that I was going to have to obey him.

“I need you to fuck me with your big cock in my soaking wet, virgin pussy,” I begged, my voice shaking the entire time. It was barely above a whisper, but I knew he could hear every single word plain as day.

The silence that followed was damning.

Had I said the wrong thing? Had he not wanted that?

“That’s my good girl,” he finally murmured, and the air billowed out of my lungs on one long breath. I whimpered softly, still being punished by the burning ginger and hoping that would soon end.

He stepped away from me and I arched my back, lifting my bottom for him.

“Would you please take it out now, sir?” I asked hopefully.

“No.”

My world pitched forward, my heart dropping straight down to my toes. My mouth opened, but my protests died at the back of my throat at what he said next.

“The ginger is going to stay inside your naughty bottom while I fuck you, little girl.”

Behind me, I heard him unbuckling his belt. The sound of his zipper lowering echoed loudly and a hard shiver raced down my spine. I wanted to look back, I wanted to see his cock, but he didn’t allow me the privilege.

“You were a very bad girl, Mina, and now you’re going to get fucked like one,” he growled.

The head of his cock pressed against my entrance, molten hot and overwhelmingly massive. I panicked for a moment, but his hands grasped my hips gently. His thumbs caressed my skin, chasing away my nerves at least enough to settle me.

“You were made for this, little girl. I’m going to prove that to you,” he assured me.

He started pushing his cock inside, just a little at first. I gasped, taken aback by the unexpected painful stretch that came with it. He was gigantic. From just the feel of it, it was a fucking horse cock and he was going to put it all inside me.

I didn’t know if my virgin pussy could survive that. When he pushed inside just a little, my inner walls clutched at him fiercely to push him out, but to also pull him in.

I tried to open for him. I tried to take it with grace, but I froze when he reached my virgin barrier. He leaned over me, grasping the back of my neck and my shoulder with a single hand. He kissed the arch of my spine and my pussy clenched tight around him. He didn’t move right away, and I thought maybe he was waiting for me to say something.

“Please. Fuck me,sir,” I begged.

“Anything for you,mylittle girl,” he answered.

There was no time for me to think through the possession that the addition of that single word carried because he thrust forward so hard that it felt like he’d pierced into me with an iron spike. He sank his cock into me all the way to the hilt and a ferocious volley of pain rattled through me with a terrible violence that took my breath away. I screamed, the sound of it low and desperate.

In the following seconds, the pain began to quell, and I realized the worst was over. He released my shoulder and slid his fingertips down my spine.

“You’re so beautiful like this, your bottom full and your pussy impaled on my cock.”

I shivered hard with shame and unfathomable arousal. Somewhere in the mix, the burning of the ginger had faded just a little bit, transforming from something that had simply been punishing and terrible to devastating arousal.

Slowly, he pulled out and thrust back in.

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