Page 268 of S is for SEX

Ryan’s voice was deep and confident as he released Meghan’s neck from his grasp.

As soon as Ryan’s hands released her neck, his right hand gripped her pony tail and pulled her to her feet.

She whimpered.

His eyes widened. As he held her hair firmly in his hand, he slapped her again.

“I said stand up. When I speak, you listen. Do you understand me, slut?” Ryan barked.

Meghan was confused, excited, and not quite understanding exactly who this person was that stood before her. As she straightened her legs, she felt pain in her knees. As she pressed her palms to her thighs and stood, Ryan pulled her hair sharply, forcing her to stand completely erect.

“Oh fuck,” Meghan gasped.

With his right hand gripping her ponytail, Ryan pulled Meghan’s head toward his face. His left hand cupped around her neck and under her jaw, squeezing tightly.

He curled his arm, pulling her into him as he choked her. Now standing behind her with his chest pressed tight to her back, he rested his chin on his right wrist and breathed into her right ear.

“You little slut. You can’t suck a cock to save your life. I should just choke your ass to death right now and do us both a little favor,” Ryan growled.

“No, please,” Meghan pleaded.

Ryan’s hot breath caused Meghan to shiver. The forceful nature of the sex, the not knowing what was going to happen next, and the lack of planning this sexual escapade was exactly what Meghan had always fantasized about. Her pulse now elevated, she could feel her heartbeat against Ryan’s hand as it squeezed her neck firmly.

She closed her eyes, pressed her feet into the floor, and leaned forward.

Meghan wanted to resist.

“You skinny little slut. You can’t escape me,” he growled. “You’re going to get what you deserve.”

He kicked his shoes across the floor.

His hand slid from Meghan’s throat to under her dress. As he pressed his hand into her bra and squeezed her breasts, Meghan’s eyes rolled and she released an audible sigh. Ryan widened his stance behind Meghan.

“You like that, you filthy bitch?” Ryan whispered as he pulled Meghan’s hair, forcing the back of her head against his upper chest.

Ryan began walking forward, toward the couch where Meghan was seated earlier. Pushing against her as he walked, Ryan shoved Meghan forcefully, causing her to stumble as she stepped. As he squeezed her breasts and pulled her hair with tremendous force, Meghan began to whine.

“Please, be careful. What are you going to do to me?” Meghan whimpered.

Meghan had no understanding of what was going to happen next. The elevated excitement, forceful nature, and Ryan’s deep demanding voice caused a level of sexual arousal that Meghan had never experienced. Her pussy was soaked. Now standing in front of the couch with Ryan’s chest against her back, she could feel his cock through the material of her dress, pressing against the inside of her thigh.

Ryan’s knees pressed against the back of her legs, causing her knees to bend. As she did, he pulled her hair harder.

“Pull your dress up over your ass, you whore,” Ryan growled into her ear.

Nervously, Meghan fumbled to find the hem of her dress. As her hands bunched up the fabric, she eagerly raised it above her waist. As she did, Ryan removed his hand from her breast and slid it to her neck, squeezing firmly and pulling the back of her head to meet his face.

Ryan pressed his lips against the back of her neck and breathed into her ear. “I’m going to stuff your little wet pussy full of cock, Meghan. Do you know why?”

She fumbled to find the words. “I…I…I don’t. Uhhm. I. No. Why?”

“Because I can. And you can’t stop me. You don’t want to stop me,” he said. “Because you’re a whore.”

Her level of arousal was at an all-time high.

“And I want to feel what it’s like to fuck you,” he growled.

“Before I kill you.”

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