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“Shhh,” he coos, “you’re doing so well.” He lowers himself on top of me again, his head resting in the crook of my neck as I try to breathe through the pain. The way he pushes me into the mattress somehow calms me.
For a few moments, he just stays like this, buried deep inside of me until the pain slowly subsides, and my breathing returns to normal. He must sense it too, or maybe he doesn’t care enough, but he suddenly starts moving again.
Pulling his cock out slowly, he pushes it all the way back inside until I feel his balls pressed up against my skin. This timethere is almost no pain, only a feeling of being extremely full. He repeats the motion, thrusting in and out at a leisurely pace.
“You feel so amazing,” he moans. His praise feels wrong somehow, or at least it’s not what I’m used to coming from his mouth. For the first time, I wonder if he might be on some kind of drug too. He’s certainly acting out of character, not that I’m complaining.
I throw my head back onto the pillow and my eyes flutter shut. I don’t want to think about who is fucking me right now. I just want it to feel good.
Keeping my grip on his arms, I pretend he is someone I actually like, someone who doesn’t bully me and makes me do things I don’t want. I pretend he is just some guy I met and invited into this bed. Ugh, that feels wrong too. I don’t want some random guy, but I don’t want Briggs, either.
My thoughts evaporate into thin air when Briggs shifts on top of me. He reaches down, hooking his hand under my knee and pulling it up to get better access to my pussy. The new position has him going deeper and hitting some spot inside of me that has me squirming in his hold. There is a flutter in my core I’ve never felt before, something deep and primal that has me panting with need.
“Fuck, your pussy is clamping down on me like you are about to come,” Briggs says against my neck, his breath fanning over the sensitive skin there, drawing out a shudder. “Are you going to come on my cock like a good girl?”
His question should fill me with shame and disgust, but all I can do is nod while he plows into me. A low chuckle shakes him, but I don’t care about that either. I’m so lost in the sensation between my legs. Nothing else matters. I chose to block everything else out.
He continues his onslaught on my pussy, thrusting in and out of me at a steady pace for what feels like forever. I don’twant him to stop. There is a thin sheen of sweat over his body. My hands, working on their own, glide up and down his bulging biceps.
The heat in my core grows with each shove of his cock inside of me. I’m so close to coming, I can taste it, but then he suddenly pulls out of me with a grunt. I open my mouth to say something, but before I can make my throat work, Briggs peels himself away from me and grabs my hips roughly.
“Turn around,” he orders while lifting me off the bed and spinning me so that I’m on my stomach. My face lands on the fluffy pillow before I can turn my head completely. I gasp into the pillow and turn my face so I can breathe.
Briggs positions me like he wants. Pressing my legs together, he climbs on top of me, straddling my upper thighs. I feel his heavy cock against my ass cheeks. He drags the head down over my asshole and to my pussy. Then he enters me from behind in one hard thrust that forces me into the mattress.
I moan into the pillow loud enough to be heard over the wet smacking of skin as he plows into me from behind.
“That’s it, moan for me, little bird. Let me hear how much you like my cock.” He leans down, shoving deeper inside of me while his mouth finds a spot on my shoulder. His hot tongue glides over the skin, making a shiver run down my spine. He pulls back his lips until his teeth graze gingerly over my tingling flesh. Then he bites down. His teeth sink into my skin, a sharp pain erupts in my shoulder, ripping through my body with a shock. Before I can even react to what he just did, I notice his arm has snaked underneath me, and his fingers are on my swollen clit.
Everything happens at once—the pain, pleasure, hate and fear mix together and become a huge tidal wave of pure ecstasy. My core clenches, my back arches, and I come so hard I don’t know where my body ends and his begins.
While I’m still riding my high, Briggs thrusts become rougher, more erratic. He pounds into me like a man possessed, prolonging my intense orgasm until he suddenly stills inside of me. With a loud groan, he reaches his own high. His cock swells, pulsing against my tender walls while he empties himself into me.
We’re both breathing heavy as Briggs collapses onto me, his weight making it a little hard to breathe but in a good, calming way. I can feel his heart beating rapidly against my back and suddenly the moment feels incredibly intimate. We lie there for a few moments, catching our breaths together.
When Briggs composes himself, he slides out of me, leaving me feeling oddly empty and alone. He lifts himself up and rolls over to lie next to me. Out of the corner of my eye, I see him reach for the bedside lamp. A click descends the room into darkness.
I’m still lying on my stomach, naked, with come dripping out of my sore pussy, while Briggs is sprawled out next to me. And then it hits me. There is come dripping out of me. “You didn’t use a condom,” I say, my voice slurred and raspy.
“Are you not on birth control?”
I shake my head, forgetting that he can’t see me. “No,” I croak. I should probably feel more freaked out but right now I can’t seem to care much.
“You’ll be fine,” he murmurs and I have no idea what he means by that.
Silence settles over us. I guess we’re done with that conversation.
There is a small voice in the back of my mind that tells me I should be scared. I should try to get away and leave, but that voice becomes smaller and smaller as my mind is drawn to the darkness, providing me with so much comfort. Before I know it, I let the night swallow me whole.
The first timeI wake up, I don’t really wake up at all. I’m somewhere trapped between sleep and consciousness. My mind is hazy, my body useless.
I’m vaguely aware of lying on my side, curled up in the fetal position while my whole body is shaking. I’m so cold. My skin feels icy, and I realize I’m naked.
Yet again, there is a voice in the back of my head that screams at me to get up. To make a run for it, but my limbs are nothing but dead weight. I can’t make myself move.
Something thin and cool is draped over me, making me shudder more violently. Then suddenly, something else is slung over me, something heavy and warm. I immediately feel better, cuddling into the warmth behind me.
My trembling stops a moment later, and my body relaxes back into the mattress. I let my mind drift back off.
