Still fluttering.
“Did you cum.”
I shook my head.
“N-no.”
“Why not.”
My voice cracked.
“Didn’t feel like you.”
His jaw clenched.
“You’re right.”
His hand shot forward.
Slapped my p***y.
Loud.
Brutal.
I cried out. My back arched. My thighs jerked.
“Because your fingers are useless.”
He slapped it again.
Harder.
I sobbed. My cunt clenched in midair.
“Your fingers” he growled “aron’t think
You Touched Yourself Pri
“Open,
I opened.
He shoved his wet fingers in my mouth.
“Suck.”
I did.
I sucked.
Tasted everything. My own heat. His dried precum. The shame. The ruin. The ache of a girl who had humiliated herself without ever being touched.
He pulled them out.
Stood.
He unbuckled his belt.
My breath caught.
The sound alone did something to me. Something deep. Something ugly. Like the floor under me shifted and all that slick between my thighs turned molten.
I watched him unzip slowly.
No rush. No mercy.
And then he pulled it out.
I stared.
I blinked.
I forgot how to f*****g breathe.
Oh my God.
Oh my f*****g God.
His c**k was…
Huge.
Not just big. Not just thick. Not just long.
Monstrous.
My mouth fell open.
It hung heavy in his hand. Thick veins running along the shaft like punishment. The skin flushed dark with blood. Smooth and swollen and terrifying. The head was fat, engorged, flushed almost purple and dripped a strand of precum that stretched and broke, landing hot on the tile between us.
I was frozen.
Shaking.
My thighs clenched and all I could think was-
You Touched Yourself Pri
That can’t go inside me.
That can’t fit.
That would tear me apart.
That would split me.
I was a virgin. Untouched. I’d never even had a finger all the way in without wincing. I was too tight. Too small.
And he was massive.
The length alone had to be at least nine, maybe ten inches. Long enough that my throat clenched just imagining it. Thick enough to make my cunt flutter in fear. Not just around. Wide. Mean. Brutal. Like it was made for pain. Like it wasn’t meant for comfort or slow s*x or first times.
It was meant to ruin.
It was meant to hurt.
And I couldn’t look away.
My breath hitched. My clit throbbed. My p***y leaked like my body was confused-terrified and desperate and soaking all at once.
He gripped the base. Slowly stroked it once.
I whimpered.
I wanted to run.
I wanted to choke on it.
I wanted him to force it between my legs and say don’t fight it, take it, take it all, take what you were f*****g made for.
I bit my lip and moaned.
He saw it.
He f*****g saw everything.
My dilated pupils.
My gaping mouth.
The pure filth on my face as I stared at that c**k like it was my executioner and I wanted to die choking.
“You ever seen one this big,” he asked.
I shook my head slowly. Couldn’t stop trembling.
“No.”
“You ever had anything inside you
“No.”
“Not even a toy.”
I swallowed.
“I tried. Once. It hurt too much.”
He grinned.
And stepped steer so what makes you think you cO ORA – dla
I looked up at his
Felt tears prick my eyes.
He didn’s Blink
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.