Chapter Four
His face seemed to be drained of colour, but he barely made a move. I whimpered out of frustration, my hips almost lifting off the ground of their own accord. When my crotch lightly touched his chest, he lost all restraint he had, and climbed on top of me so fast that I barely had time to register his movements.
He opened my mouth with his again, and I actually relished in the taste of my own cum. I groaned against his lips, lifting my body up to press against his as he placed himself in between my legs again. He surprised me by putting more of his weight against me, and I made an "Oof" noise when he pressed my body down against the ground with his own. He grabbed both my wrists and lifted them up above my head, then pinned them down forcefully with his left hand.
Part of me felt a sliver of unease when he held me down too tight, too hard, but I found that the force behind it, the potential that he would do me without taking no for an answer thrilled me even more. He reached down between my legs, grabbed his dick, and guided it to my opening.
I cried out when I felt his head spread me open before he slid into me forcefully. He was a bit on the bigger side, and him going in so quickly hurt a little, but I found the pain so erotic that my head was spinning. Everything about this was wrong, and it felt so fucking good.
He continued to slide his tongue into my mouth as he started to hump me in a rhythmic, circular motion. Every time he thrust inside me he rubbed against my clit, and it would send sparks off in my stomach. I writhed against him, rocking against his hips and making far much more noise than I ever thought necessary. I wrapped my legs around his and pushed up against him, wanting him to screw me harder, needing him to fill me more. The need that I'd been harbouring was only getting stronger as we fucked, and I desperately tried to get him to move stronger and faster in order to appease it.
My moans and yells had only gotten louder, and Doug surprised me by sitting up a little and placing his other hand against my mouth. My eyes flew wide open as he put pressure against my face; he was holding my whole body down by the force he was placing on my mouth. I had a sudden instinct to scream, but then he started to pump into me more fervently, the heat of the moment displayed on his face β he wasn't intending to harm me. So it all only served to make me go reeling.
I closed my eyes as they rolled back into my head, and nearly screamed in pleasure against his hand and willingly let him pound me. I was starting to get pins and needles in my hands, and the pressure against my face was starting to hurt vaguely, but the burning in my groin was the only need I wanted attended to at the moment. The way he was dominating me, holding me down while borderline raping me was just so fucking hot that the ache in my pussy was almost starting to be satisfied.