Page 59 of Playing Dirty

And then he pulls his cock out of his briefs and discards them. “I’m so hard for you.” He fists his cock and my mouth waters, memories of tasting him rushing to the front of my mind. “I’m so ready to fuck your tight virgin cunt and make you mine.”

I moan, unable to hold it in any longer. His words are like petrol on a bonfire and there’s nothing I can do to stave off the hunger building inside of me.

He looms over me, stroking his erection with slow, forceful strokes. And then he moves closer so that he’s between my thighs, his cock dripping precum onto my pussy. Slowly, he slides the tip through my entrance, coating himself with my arousal.

“Wait, I’m not on the pill.” I place my hand on his chest, trying to stop him from moving forward.

He just looks me dead in the eye and then pushes forward, burying his cock inside of me with no protection. The rational part of my brain is screaming for him to stop, but the other, less rational part thinks the opposite. And the pain tearing through my body is enough to render me mute, anyway.

“Fuck, that hurts,” I groan, forgetting entirely about the fact we’re fucking with no protection.

I’ve never felt so full before, so stretched. It’s satisfying and painful at the same time.

“Oh fuck, you’re so tight.” Archer nips my lip with his teeth. “Relax, and it won’t hurt so much.”

I glare at him. “Easy for you to say. You’re not the one being broken in half by a giant pole.”

“Are you saying I have a giant cock?” he asks in that cocky, irritating manner.

“Shut up.” I hit him.

That brings his focus back as his expression darkens. “Are you going to make me gag you?” And then his palm closes around my throat, squeezing hard enough to block the oxygen. “Or should I just choke you while we fuck, as I sense you get a kick out of it? Every single time I touch your throat, your heart rate quickens. Galloping faster with each second that ticks past.”

I can feel his cock throbbing and pulsing inside of me as he holds still. “No. Just fuck me.”

He growls then and presses his lips to mine, kissing me frantically. “I’m going to fuck you so damn hard and deep, baby girl. You won’t know where I end and you begin.”

“Archer,” I gasp his name, longing to feel him move inside of me. “What are you waiting for?”

“Waiting for you to admit that you love this. I want to hear you tell me how badly you want me to fuck you.”

I bite my lip, my stubbornness still waging war against my desire for this man.

“Tell me,” he orders.

Swallowing hard, I nod in defeat. “I want you to fuck me so badly.”

His eyes light up with victory as he moves slowly at first, pulling his thick cock almost all the way out of me. So only the tip is still inside. He takes so long I’m about to scream at him to get on with it, when he thrusts into me with a violent and deep stroke, tearing a scream from my lips for another reason entirely. The pain. It feels like I’m being clawed apart by him.

Archer kisses my neck and collarbone, before dragging his tongue lower to my nipples and circling each one. “It won’t hurt for much longer.” He moves with torturously slow strokes, somehow getting deeper with each one.

“You feel so damn good,” he groans, eyes clamping shut as he looks like he’s struggling to remain in control. And I feel surprisingly powerful in that moment, even though I’m beneath him.

I arch my back and he sinks even deeper inside of me than I believed possible. The ache he had ignited being quenched by his cock, but the stinging pain of being stretched open is there, even if it’s diminishing with each stroke.

“Archer,” I moan his name, unable to help myself.

He groans. “Fuck, your virgin cunt is so damn tight.”

I bite my lip as his eyes open and they burn a hole through me. “Fuck me harder.”

Archer is no longer being cocky or irritating as his eyes darken. “As you wish.”

He quickens his pace, slamming into me with hard and forceful strokes.

My body bending to his will as he pounds into me with all his force. The pain is almost non-existent now as pure, unadulterated pleasure overtakes everything else.

“Oh fuck,” I say, wriggling my arms in an attempt to free them.