Page 36 of Scrimmage

My fingers tangle in his hair and I hop up. His palm smacks my ass as my legs wrap around his waist. He squeezes me against the wall and steals the breath from my lungs, choking me so hard that I see black dots. I need him inside of me or I’ll scream. My fingers fumble for his zipper and he takes my wrist, slamming it against the wall.

“No,” he growls.

I moan. I’m starving for him to fill me up. I’ve gone over the edge, scrapped my common sense, and now I’m going to reap the benefits and wash down the shame with more sex. He unzips his jeans and slides them down his hips enough to spring him free. His cock is truly magnificent. The veins pulse up his thick shaft and end at a pronounced head. He’s going to stretch me so so good.

He rubs his palm back and forth over my underwear. “You’re fucking dripping, Ashland. Are you gonna be a good girl and soak my cock?”

I nod enthusiastically. He uses his fingers to push the fabric into me before forcing me to stand.

“Take them off,” he commands.

I slide them down around my ankles and step out of them. Using both of his large hands, he grips my ass and lifts me back against the wall.

“Good girl,” he purrs into my ear. “Do you want your reward?” I shudder and my hips buck.

He tsks. “So impatient. Here, Have it.” I feel the head as it stretches me. I can’t help the sound that comes from my body. His hand clamps over my mouth. “Shut up.”

He shoves into me without warning, his palm silencing me.

“Goddamn. You’re so fucking tight.”

I’m aware that he isn’t wearing a condom and that I have no idea what his history is. I have a few guesses. All I can do is breathe through my nose and moan into his hand. He knocks his forehead against the wall next to my ear as I adjust and whine.

“Suck." He shoves his fingers into my mouth, pushing them down my throat until I gag. I bite him out of some idiotic defiance.

“Bad girl." He rears his hand back and smacks me across the face. I almost come. “Maybe you need some motivation.”

His hips move, sliding out to the head. He teases me with his tip, and I can’t help but beg. “Fuck, fuck, please.”

“Please, what?”

I can’t answer. All I can do is groan in frustration.

“Do you want me to fill you up?”

Oh, fuck. I nod my head furiously. “Yes, Chance.”

He slaps me again. “Say ‘Koda, please fill me up’.”

“Ko-Koda p-please fill me up."

“Good girl." He pushes back inside of me. I can feel the resistance as he stretches me again. The friction is almost too much, and his praise is making me weak.

I toss my head back and whine. “Fuck, I’m gonna come.”

He painfully grabs my jaw and forces me to look at him. “You don’t come until I fucking say you do, bitch.”

“I-I can’t.” I grit my teeth and moan in pain. Sweat is beading on my forehead with my effort to focus.

“You want to be my good girl, don’t you, Ashland?”

You wanna be my good girl, don’t you, Ashland?

I heard that sentence thousands of times and my answer right now isn’t any different. I nod and feel tears well up.

“Say it,” he growls.

“I w-want to be your g-good g-girl,” I cry.

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