Page 136 of Felonies are Forever

I thrust the head into her tight opening, making her hiss and arch upward, her eyes squeezing shut.

She screams as the first inches stretch her tight cunt and I tear through her virginity.

“Take it for me, baby. Only for me.”

Her walls clamp down, making me growl as I curse through clenched teeth. Her cherry is still fighting me and I can’t hold back any longer. The beast inside of me takes over with a roarand I ram half of me inside her tight walls, the torn strap of her opening strangling my dick.

I thrust harder. Again, again, flattening her into the floor with my body, taking what’s mine as her hands fly up and grab my arms on a wincing scream of my name.

Her walls pulse around me as I drive forward. I need all of her, there’s no stopping now. I need her to be mine completely. Mine and mine alone, bound to me by every means possible.

I’m rutting. Rutting. Like a fucking beast.

I’m fucking going balls out into her over and over, listening to her yelp, wince and scream.

Pump, pump, pump.

Harder, harder, harder. More and more until her body shudders and offers me everything.

Fuck, I love her. With every bit of my soul. And every drop of cum in my balls.

The way her nails dig into my skin as I lay claim to her purity, now and forever, I know we are bound. I was obsessed before. But that was nothing. Now that I’ve taken her tight little cherry, there’s no going back.

The hunger inside of me takes over, both hands in her hair, holding her as I pull back and ram forward to the hilt, then freeze, feeling the tight perfection of her pussy.

Ho. Ly. Shit. I’m overwhelmed with the moment. My eyes burn as I savor this once in a lifetime feeling, her warm juices dripping out and down my balls as her pussy accepts me as its one and only.

But I’m being fucking selfish now. Now and always, she has to come first.

“Are you okay, baby?” I manage, feeling her clamping down as I hold myself as deep as her body can take.

She presses her lips together. Gives me a quick, pained nod. “More than okay.”

“Tell me.”

“It hurts. A lot.” She gives me a quick smile, then arches her neck, her head pressing into the floor. “But I like how it hurts. I don’t want you to be soft. I want you to be you. And I know you well enough, Dutch, to know soft is not what you are. Not right now.”

I’m the first and only one that will ever have her like this. The thought turns me more savage. She’s offering herself to me but it’s not enough. It will never be enough. That’s the fucking thing about worship. It’s never enough.

As she pants and whimpers, her body covered in a sheen of sweat, I hook my forearm under her and turn her over. I get her positioned on her knees, then pull my shirt off, needing more.

Always more.

“That bloody, battered little pussy isn’t finished. You knew wearing that dress, teasing me with no panties, no bra…you knew what was going to happen, didn’t you?”

I line my cock up with her opening, and again take a breath.

She looks back over her shoulder at me. Straight up perfection. “Yes.”

She moans as the tension starts to build again in my balls. I look down and see the hint of pink in my white cream, dripping out of her.

And there it goes. The last shred of control.

I plug that leak with my dick, shoving my cum back up inside her with a full, solid thrust down to my balls. I hold myself deep as I stake my claim, pumping my seed into her, and doggy fucking her like a man possessed.

Mine. All fucking mine.

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