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Jennifer

My heart raced as Vincent ’s words echoed in my mind. I could feel the weight of the moment, the air thick with anticipation. He opened the nightstand drawer behind me, and I turned my head to look, my eyes tracing his every move.

When he retrieved the bottle, my throat tightened. This was really happening. My pulse quickened, and I nervously chewed on my lower lip, unsure whether to fight or give in to the rush of emotions threatening to take over.

There was a part of me, deep inside, that was conflicted—torn between resistance and a strange yearning I couldn’t fully comprehend. It was like I wanted to fight against this moment, yet I couldn’t escape the undeniable pull between us.

Vincent ’s movements were steady and deliberate, and I couldn’t help but tense, feeling the mix of vulnerability and strength swirling inside me. There was a silence between us, a heavy anticipation that hung in the air, and for a fleeting moment, everything else seemed to fade away.

His touch was both reassuring and commanding, making me feel exposed, yet strangely connected. My emotions were a whirlwind—fear, desire, uncertainty—each competing for dominance, but beneath it all was something deeper, something I couldn’t name.

I wanted to hold on to my control, to keep my distance, but the more I tried to push away, the more I felt drawn in. It was as if the walls I had built around myself were slowly crumbling, and I was left standing on the edge, uncertain but oddly compelled to see where this would lead.

The air in the room was thick with tension, and I could feel the pulse of my heart racing, each beat echoing louder than the next. His presence was overwhelming, his every movement deliberate and controlled, making me feel both exposed and powerless.

I clenched the sheets beneath me, trying to calm the rising storm of emotions inside. The burn from earlier still lingered, but now, it was being replaced with an overwhelming sense of anticipation. My body betrayed me in ways I couldn’t explain, reacting despite every instinct screaming at me to resist.

His eyes never left me as he took his time, preparing, the silence between us hanging heavy, almost suffocating. The tension was unbearable. I could feel the heat of his gaze, and with every small movement, the weight of what was to come pressed down harder.

I wanted to resist, to push him away, to tell him to stop, but part of me couldn’t—part of me didn’t want to. My body was on the edge, caught between two opposing forces: fear and desire. The internal struggle was maddening.

The thought of what was coming next made me feel dizzy, my chest tight with both dread and excitement. Could I really go through with it? Could I truly give in?

His voice broke the silence, low and steady, sending a shiver down my spine. “If you want to take this to the next level, you’re going to have to let go.”

I closed my eyes, trying to steady my breath, trying to block out the chaos swirling inside me. But every part of me was on fire, every inch of my body awake and trembling with need I didn’t fully understand.

With one more deep thrust, his hips were flush against my flaming ass, and I whimpered softly.

I’d never felt so full in my life.

I squirmed beneath him, my body adjusting to the feeling of him inside me, the pain giving way to a strange sense of pleasure. I chewed on the inside of my cheek, my inner walls fluttering and clenching around him, which only made the deep ache return again and again.

It was like my body couldn’t make up its mind.

Did it want him or not?

Vincent began to move, his hips slowly pumping his cock in and out of me. At first, I could only feel the pain, but the pleasure followed close behind before I knew it. It was far more intensethan I anticipated, and I closed my eyes, but that only made the burning sensation seem that much more real.

As his pace increased, I gasped, the pleasure taking over, and I began to moan. I could feel every inch of his thick cock sliding in and out of me, my tight channel gripping him like a glove.

Then he began tofuckme.

Trulyfuckme.

As his cock thrust in and out of me, the burning ache transformed into something else, something deep and primal.

I groaned as he fucked me hard and fast, his hips slamming against my red-hot welted bottom, the pain and the pleasure swirling together. I pushed back against him before I could stop myself.

It hurt.

And it didn’t stop hurting.

His cock was too big, and I wanted it out, but with every thrust, that thought became hazier. My clit throbbed, my whole body on fire.

I couldn’t breathe.

Couldn’t think.

All I could do was take it and I did. I took it hard.

And then something unexpected happened. I started to enjoy myself despite the pain. My pussy clenched, and I could feel the pressure building inside me. Vincent grunted, his hips slamming into me, the sound of flesh smacking against flesh echoing in the room.

I whimpered, my inner walls clamping down tight around him, and another searing hot lash of pain struck down deep into my core. He wasn’t letting up and I knew he wasn’t going to.

“Please,” I pleaded.

I didn’t want to come. I couldn’t, not like this, but if this continued on, I slowly realized I wasn’t going to have a choice.

“Tell me what you need, baby girl,” he coaxed lightly while he fucked my ass even harder.

The pressure inside me was growing, the pleasure and the pain becoming one and the same.

I was close, so very close.

I didn’t want it to feel good, and yet, I did.

“Please! Please! Please, sir,” I tried.

I wanted his cock out of my bottom. I didn’t want to come like this, it would be too shameful, too embarrassing, too positively arousing. But the pressure was building, and I was getting close.

So close.

Too fucking close.

The pain was unbearable, and yet, it only pushed me higher and higher.

I could feel the weight of his gaze on me, his words hanging in the air. My heart raced, a mix of anticipation and trepidation swirling within me. I knew something was about to happen, but I wasn’t sure if I was ready for it.

The air between us thickened with tension as I tried to brace myself for what was to come. I could hear his breathing, heavy and deliberate, as he prepared. A sense of dread mixed with something darker, something more compelling, took root in the pit of my stomach.

He pressed closer, his hands firm and steady as he guided me through the motions. My body reacted, betraying my thoughts, a mixture of resistance and yearning. I clenched my fists, trying to stay in control of the overwhelming sensations building within me.

Each movement felt like a battle, a war between my mind and body. Part of me wanted to pull away, to stop this from happening, but another part, something deeper inside, yearned for it. My thoughts raced, and I could feel the ache intensifying.

“Are you going to hold back, or are you going to give in?” he asked, his voice low, filled with authority.

I swallowed hard, unable to respond. His words only amplified the battle raging inside me. There was no escaping the pressure, the weight of the decision I had to make.

The room seemed to shrink around us as I felt the full force of the moment. I wanted to resist, but at the same time, there was an undeniable pull, a need I couldn’t ignore. My heart hammered in my chest, my breath coming in quick, shallow bursts.

His next words cut through the silence, as if he could see right through me. “You know what you have to do.” There was no mistaking the intent in his voice, the certainty that I would surrender.

I hesitated, every fiber of my being screaming against it, but my body reacted, unwilling to fight any longer. The emotions coursing through me were too much, and I gave in.

“Please,” I whispered, unsure if it was a plea for mercy or something else entirely.

His grip tightened, and I felt the pressure building again, this time in a way I wasn’t prepared for. Each passing second felt like a countdown, the intensity growing with each breath I took.

But there was no turning back now.