Page 25 of Bloody Valentine

I stiffened, his hand toying with the belt holding the band of my skirt. I could see his shadow in front of me. The large black form swallowed my own.

“No,” I admitted.

He moaned, and I could feel his dick press into my lower back.

My mind wouldn’t work.

“That’s a good girl. It makes things so much easier when you don’t try to deny fate, doesn’t it?”

I laughed without humor. “That’s not fate. That’s just biology. Do you need me to draw you a picture?”

He snickered, and I heard the metal clinking of my belt. He unfastened the leather, and his slow, teasing hands were on my skirt, his fingers carefully tracing the hemline.

Whump.

Now, they were pressed against my core. One second later, I was very aware that my skirt had fallen to the snow-covered ground. I gasped at the chill of his hands against my panties.

I didn’t dare move.

“I much preferlivedemonstrations, Little Virgin,” he growled. “Biology. Fate. Control. It’s all the same, really. Either way, you can’t stop it.”

He pressed those cold fingers harder onto my pussy, and the friction and chill made me hiss. I started to move, but he pulled me more firmly against him while using his other hand to make circles onto my sensitive flesh through the fabric of my underwear.

The pressure and pain of the action made me bite my lip. The frigid cold air around us made me shake. I couldn’t help but keep my body pressed against him.

“You wanna know something?” he whispered in my ear, slipping those damn fingers inside my underwear and into my core.

“Wh-what?” I said, panting, his hand so foreign, the feeling near painful as he stretched my skin with his thick digits.

I had never felt this before, and I was barely able to breathe through the overwhelming pleasure and pain. Fuck, I’d never even masturbated. This man’s hands were the only thing to ever do this to me. And…I loved it.

“I know your secret, Little Virgin.” he continued, thrusting his fingers deeper inside me, using his thumb to continue that motion on my clit.

I felt like I was going to pee on him, and I started to squirm out of his hands, but he held me down harder. Every time I moved, he made it more and more difficult.

“You don’t really want this to stop. You don’t wantmeto stop. You want this. Youneedthis. For so long, you’ve resisted anytype of pleasure, and your starved body is desperate to feel what I can give you.”

I groaned, unable to stop myself from grinding against his palm. He chuckled and sunk his other hand inside my panties…the motion of his thumb rubbing those circles while continuing to pound his fingers into me was…was…

Oh, fuck….

The sloshing of his hands grew louder, the pleasure peaking. My cheeks grew warmer until I was sure they were bright red. I was losing this battle. I was succumbing to my body and his fucking will.

“Admit it, Little Virgin, or I will stop just to prove to you the truth.”

He dug his ridiculously hard cock into my back, hissing in my ear and bending me forward. The amount of stimulation around me was overwhelming. That smell of iron from the deer carcass, the distant sounds of the chattering and organ music in the chapel…it was all too much. I couldn’t think straight.

“No. No, I hate this. I hate you. Stop it.”

He laughed harder, but his fingers didn’t stop. He turned his hand and was hitting something inside me that felt so good I couldn’t do anything but whimper in response.

“Remember this, Little Virgin. You can claim your denial all you want, but your body doesn’t lie.”

I wanted to scream at him because this was just biology. This was normal, but it didn’t matter. My body felt like it was going to explode. I was going to—

“Come for me. That’s it. Let’s hear how my Little Virginscreams.”

I did scream, turning my head to bite into his shoulder. I wanted him to feel pain while I felt pleasure. I needed to make him hurt for doing this to me.

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