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It still hurt, but not in the way it had before. It hurt because he was so terribly thick, and my body had never taken anything close to its size before. Every thrust was a struggle, but soon enough, my body opened for him little by little.

The pace was slow and steady, and I found myself deeply enjoying the mix of pleasure and pain before much time passed.

I felt every ridge of his cock as it thrust in and out of me. I moaned. I writhed.

When he grasped the base of the ginger root, I whimpered. I told myself that he was going to take it out, but in my heart, I knew that wasn’t going to happen.

He started to fuck me with the ginger while at the same time he fucked my pussy with his cock.

I was so full that I couldn’t help but squeeze and fresh juice dribbled down onto my pussy. I moaned as it slid down my wet folds and I keened when it dripped onto my clit.

My world was set on fire once again.

“Time for you to scream for me like the bad girl you really are.”

Without any more warning, he pulled out of me and slammed back inside me. In that moment, I realized that he’d been being gentle with me, and things were about to get a whole lot harder for me.

The juice had dripped onto his cock and when he fucked me, he was pushing the juice inside me and a whole different place started to burn anew.

I screamed, my whole world a blazing fire of stinging arousal. I couldn’t escape it. Even more shameful, I knew that even if I could, I wouldn’t want to. My core spiraled tight with desire. My clit throbbed insatiably and all that tension that had been raging between us all night finally exploded.

My orgasm slammed over me without warning. Even if I had known it was coming, there would have been no stopping it. Like an uncorked bottle of champagne, I popped hard.

I screamed, writhing against the table and lifting my hips in a way that a lady shouldn’t. His cock fucked me deep, slamming against my cervix over and over as if he wanted to claim that too.

My back arched and my inner walls clutched at him. He took me hard and fast, never once slowing down. He didn’t stop punishing my bottom and soon, I couldn’t tell if something hurt or if something felt good. Pleasure and pain became one and the same.

I burned with red-hot fire. I squeezed my eyes shut, losing myself in that first devastating orgasm like never before.

I knew I would never be the same after this.

It felt like freedom.

My eyes rolled back in my head and my body quaked with one savage sensation after the next. By the time that first orgasm crested and eventually faded into something more bearable, my whole body was trembling from the sheer intensity of that first one.

I tried to catch my breath, expecting him to begin to slow, but then I realized something.

He hadn’t come yet.

He hadn’t even begun to slow down.

“I’m far from through with you, little girl. You’re going to keep coming for me until you break so hard that there’s pretty little tears dripping down your cheeks.”

CHAPTER5

JASMINA

Every single part of me was burning. My no longer virgin pussy and my punished asshole blazed red hot. His grip on my hips tightened, using my body as leverage so he could pound into me harder than I thought humanly possible.

He was so strong.

I closed my eyes, horrified and ridiculously turned on at the same time. His cock surged in and out of me and despite everything I tried to do to stop it, my arousal started to bubble up inside me once again.

The stronger it grew, the more I had trouble believing it.

I’d never come more than once in my life. He lifted my hips from the table and one of his hands slid beneath me, cupping my scalded pussy that was still simmering from the ginger. I gasped as his fingers found my clit and slowly circled around it.

A delicious tremor of desire hurtled through me.

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