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Elias is about to fuck me.

Out here in the open where anyone can see us.

I’m unsure why the idea of someone catching us in the act is so thrilling to me, but it is. And from the way Elias slips my panties to the side to run his fingers up and down my slit, finding my pussy soaked for him, I’m not the only one who knows it.

I guess if his intent was to scare me, then being turned on defeats his purpose.

“You shouldn’t be enjoying this,” he says with that same gruff tone, making me wonder if he’s trying to camouflage his voice on purpose to confuse me into thinking he’s someone else or if his voice naturally becomes that raspy and deep when he’s aroused. “If you’re going to enjoy this, it’s only fair that I do too.”

And with that, I feel the crown of his large cock kiss my entrance just before it thrusts fully inside with one hard push.

I gasp in pain at the intrusion, my eyes squinting shut just to bear it down.

“That’s more like it,” he rasps triumphantly.

Mentally I was ready for him, ready to live out my teenage fantasy of fucking Elias like I always dreamed about. But apparently, my pussy wasn’t as prepared. I’ve never felt something so big inside me, and it’s taking me a hot minute to get myself accommodated with his girth.

It hurts.

It fucking hurts.

Tears start to stream down my cheeks as I try to breathe through the pain.

Every pounding thrust feels like a hot spear is splitting me in two.

It’s too much.

Not even when I lost my virginity did it hurt this much.

This isn’t me living out a fantasy.

This is me being completely engulfed in a nightmare.

I’m in such excruciating pain that I start to honestly believe that this is how I’m going to die, with Elias’s huge cock fucking me.

Just as I’ve made my peace with it, I hear Elias curse under his breath before pulling halfway out and ending his merciless thrusts. He then proceeds to coat his middle and index fingers with my juices before lightly pressing them against my clit. Ever so gently, he begins to knead it, flicking it until he’s sure that the worst of the pain he’s caused has subsided.

This time when he drives his monstrous cock inside me, he takes his time until my body is fully acquainted with his size. He then fucks me nice and slow as his fingers play a song on my clit that I’ve never heard before. All too soon, my body begins to submit to his orchestrated ministrations, every inch of me suddenly feeling hot to the touch. Beads of sweat start pouring down my brow as I push myself back on his length, needing more than what he’s giving me.

“Such a greedy slut,” I hear him murmur, unable to hide his own suffering for having to slow down for my benefit.

“More,” I plead, completely surrendering to the sensation.

Elias slaps my ass cheek so hard that the corner of my eyes stings with a fresh batch of tears.

But he doesn’t refuse my request. Instead, he slowly speeds up his thrusts, making sure that the head of his cock deliciously hits every wall inside me.

Never in my wildest dreams did I ever imagine that sex could be like this.

So raw.

So ugly and violent.

So earth-shattering.

My breasts feel tender to the touch that the friction of my dress rubbing against my nipples has me moaning out in pleasure. Elias continues to expertly flick my clit while his cockburies itself right to the hilt. I can barely hear the sound of laughter and music coming from the town square over the loud slapping of our two bodies uniting as one. My schoolgirl crush is obliterated and replaced by a carnal desire that only a woman could have for her man.

God, how I wish he would pull my dress down just so I could see his face.

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