Your cock is beautiful – 7

“I…I’m yours…I want to be yours…Only yours.” she repeated.

Her voice was shaking now, full of lust.

Something inside me was so satisfied by seeing her like this. But I could still feel it there, just like always. The deep pit of black rage inside me was rearing its head.

I grabbed my cock with my left hand, and slowly began to push it against her pussy again.

“Beg for this.” I said.

“Yesss…” she moaned, “Please fuck me. I want your big cock so bad…please fuck me, please…”

“Do you really think you deserve it, slut?” I asked, pulling my hips back.

“I…I don’t know…I took your whole cock…just like you told me…” she said quietly.

“Is that enough?” I asked, my anger rising, “Does that make up for how you’ve treated me our whole lives?”

She looked ashamed, and terrified.

“I’m sorry…please, I’m so sorry…I’m just-“

“A bitch?” I said.

“Yes! Yes, I’m such a bitch, I know, I’m just-“

“And now you want my cock? You think you’ve earned that?”

I felt the hot anger burn up in me, and this time I let it. My hand flew to her throat, and I pulled her close to me, choking her.

“After years of abuse, the insults? After turning my own sister against me!?” I shouted.

She didn’t try to say anything, she couldn’t. I tightened my grip around her throat for a few seconds as she gagged and choked, before shoving her back to the bed.

“Why should I give you anything you want?” I said quietly.

She coughed a few times, and rubbed her throat. A tear rolled down her cheek.

“I’m sorry…” she said, her voice ragged, “I’m so, so sorry. Do what you want to me. P…please. Please. I’m…I’m sorry.”

Her voice was so soft, so meek. So utterly submissive. As she began to cry, I knew this wasn’t an act, as I expected of her before. She wasn’t just saying what I wanted, doing what I wanted because of my cock. She really was sorry for how she’d treated me in the past because now she wanted to belong to me.

This was it. She was beaten, broken, lying before me a willing slave. All that was left now was to fuck her. And now I was ready.

I grabbed my cock by the base and pushed it against her pussy yet again. I started slowly at first, pushing with my hips until I felt her drenched pussy lips give slightly. She whimpered and began to pinch and twist her nipples. But I couldn’t push any farther. The head of my cock wouldn’t fit inside.

This felt like more than just a size issue, there was something physically preventing me from entering. I looked down at her body, disbelieving. My cock was pushing against her hymen. Her ex was so small that he hadn’t broken it.

I grinned. All I could think about now was how much this would hurt her.

“You feel that, cunt? I’m about to take your virginity.”

Every humiliating memory of every old insult, every dirty look, and every Goddamn day I’d had to spend hiding in my own house fuelled me on. I let the full force of my anger take me over, finally releasing it after years of suppression. I gritted my teeth and forced myself into her tight cunt, pushing hard against the vice-like pressure. She was screaming now. It sounded like she was in a lot of pain. But this was what she’d wanted, what she’d begged for.

I thought of those forum entries, about the women who’d been in so much pain after being with a well hung man that they’d never go near them again. They talked about how it hurt to be stretched, how it ached for days afterwards. That’s what I wanted for Mia. I was going to fuck this girl raw.

I started to push harder, forcing her pussy open. Her moaning increased, and she started that little guttural growl in her throat. It was difficult to enter her, she was so tight and I was so big.

I continued my slow, hard penetration. She was so hot, and so wet. I was barely in and it already felt fantastic. When I got about half my length into her, her pussy started to pulse and quiver around my cock. I started to pull back out, slowly. When my cock head reached her opening again, I thrust in hard, back up to half length.

At first it was slow, my muscles tensing with the effort of every thrust, but each time I got faster and faster, until I was pounding her hard with a rapid rhythm. It felt amazing, the intense heat, the tight walls of her pussy gripping and trembling around my cock. I brought my hands to her shoulders for a better grip, digging my fingers in hard, and started pounding even harder.

Tears were freely flowing down her face and she hadn’t stopped moaning and squealing, her voice jumping and shaking as I fucked her. With each thrust I forced more into her, until I was almost completely inside each time. My body was slick with sweat and my breath was ragged with effort. It felt so good, I didn’t know how long I’d be able to last.

I kept up the pace, and soon I was surprised to feel my balls meeting the heat of her pussy lips. I looked down to see I was bottoming out; my entire cock was entering her completely with each stroke. I moaned with pleasure and increased my pace again. My hips were burning and her bed was shaking and creaking with my effort. I felt her wrap her legs around my waist, tightening around me each time I bottomed, as if wanting to hold me there.

I looked down at her. Her tits were bouncing wildly. She was biting her lower lip hard, and her eyes were closed. I grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled. I wanted her eyes open.

She looked into my eyes, her face flushed and stained with tears. I felt the pleasure getting too intense. I plunged into her one last time. Her legs tightened around my back and she threw her arms around my neck. We screamed together as I shot my load into her, pulse after pulse of hot sperm filling her tight pussy. Intense pleasure fired down my cock, it felt like my whole body had gone numb except for this lightning bolt of sensation.

As my orgasm ended, the strength left my hips and I collapsed on top of her. My cock began to wilt slightly, becoming softer. With a huge effort, I rolled off of her, my slimy cock pulling out of her pussy and bringing with it a flow of semen, and some blood.

I looked at her. She was breathing as heavily as I was. Her eyes were closed, and her lower lip was bleeding, a thin, red trail running down her chin. The sensations had been so intense that she’d broken the skin by biting too hard. Tears were still rolling gently down her face, and she let out a weak sob every now and again.

We lay in silence for a long time. I just watched her.

After a while she slowly opened her eyes, meeting mine. She wiped the tears from her face. Groaning slightly in pain, she rolled to her side and moved her body closer to me. She crawled over until she was above me and set her head gently down against my shoulder. She reached up and slid her arms around my neck, hugging me.