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“That sweet cunt of yours must still be feeling the pounding it took,” he said, and I nodded, my fingers slipping down there on instinct.
“It’s sore,” I told him. “Sore, but nice. I’ll take it. I’ll take whatever you’ll give.”
He let out a groan at that, a good one. I felt it in my ribs. The pride.
“Let’s see then,” he said and held his arms open for me to climb on up.
On him.
He wanted me on him.
It was the strangest movement I’ve ever made to straddle him. I felt unsteady as I lowered my weight, my body on full display with all its curves and dips. I’m sure it made me look even more like a jittery little girl out of her depth, but he seemed to like that. Maybe it only served to replace the innocence of the school uniform he’d stripped from me.
“That’s my girl,” he whispered, and put his hands on my thighs.
I hoped he meant those words, because he was right. I was his girl, and always would be.
My breath caught as he slipped a hand between my legs. His thumb pressed tight to the nice spot, and he worked it. He worked it so well I had to spread my thighs further to ask for more.
“That’s it,” he encouraged. “Let that pussy lead you.”
I rocked my hips and tipped my head back, daring to lean my weight behind me. I knew his cock was pulsing hard, I could feel it close. And it felt so big all over again. Too much to imagine taking all over again.
“You’re going to show me how much you want me,” he said and I nodded.
“Please…”
I was sore, but I didn’t care. My clit was dancing to its own tune without holding back, and I wanted it. I wanted it so much.
My body moved for itself as he raised his cock to upright. I hitched myself up without question, letting out a moan as I felt the head of him against my belly.
“Show me,” he said again, and I did. I lifted myself onto my knees and he positioned himself under me, and I did it. I lowered myself until he was blunt against my pussy, and I had to press my weight down, wincing as he began to open me up.
“Take it,” he said. “Take it like a good girl.”
I was meeting his eyes as I forced myself down onto his cock. It was sore. Really sore. Enough that I let out some murmurs and stopped a little way down.
His thumb kept working my clit, and I wanted it. I wanted it even though it hurt.
“Good little girl,” he said again, and I was a good little girl. I dropped onto his cock even though it made me cry out, and he stretched me so wide I could feel him in my belly.
I couldn’t stop my smile as he looked down at my pussy with filthy eyes.
“Now ride me,” he said when I was settled. “Show me how horny you are for cock like a sweet little slut.”
It hurt again, worse, but it was easy to move up and down on him. My pussy was stretched, but it was wet. Dripping and wanting and needing more.
So hungry for more.
“Ride me,” he said again, and this time he bucked up to meet me. I couldn’t hold back the cry.
And then I did it. I gave it my everything.
My thighs strained like I was back in horse riding lessons when I was a tiny girl. I found the rhythm and pushed it, moaning to match his grunts as I found my flow.
He was ready when my tits started bouncing, his hands grabbing hold and squeezing tight, and it was just another stream of sensation in the mix that sent me reeling.
It hurt.
Oh hell, how it hurt.
It ached and stretched and strained and felt like he was tearing me up, but there was more. Something deeper. Something building up inside like a dam taking a load.
I hadn’t felt this kind of pressure building before. This was different. Not like the way I usually rubbed my clit quick and sharp. This was slower, more brutal.
Enough that I was out of my mind as it took me, slamming up and down and crying out like a dirty girl possessed.
“That’s it,” he said. “Fuck me, princess. Fuck me!”
The explosion went off in my head as well as the rest of me. The waves rippling through me as I flung my head back and moaned like the slut he wanted me to be. Only this wasn’t for him. Not even close.
“Good girl,” he encouraged again, and I could feel him unravelling too, shunting back up into me with enough force that I was gritting my teeth to take the hurt.
But I didn’t care about that, not anymore. The pleasure far outweighed the pain.
