Mistress of the Damned

He tilted his hips against me as if displaying what he was about to do, his cock pressing against me more. I moaned and writhed, trying to coax him inside, to feel a cock inside of me for the first time. He only chuckled and moved back, leaving me on the boiling hot mattress with an agonizing need.

“Is your pussy hungry for your master’s cock?” he said with a snarl, pushing in again only to retreat when I tried to match his movements.

“Yes. Please fill me,” I gasped, shifting my weight in an attempt to dispel the energy that was running through me. It didn’t work at all.

“Then be an obedient little girl and don’t move.” I stilled beneath him as he sat up, moving my legs to cup around his hips as he cupped my ass, lifting me to the dark shaft of his cock that was so erect it was pointing straight to the ceiling.

“Let’s see how much of this cock you can take.” Alan grabbed the coiled knot of his cock, pressing it down to point at the flower that was open for him, at the lips that were starving and dripping.

I gasped as the wide tip of his erection was aligned with my entrance, as he began to push in enough that I could feel myself spread as he had promised. Although I doubted this is what he was talking about.

“You’re so wet I could slip right in, push myself all the way to the base and take your cherry in one thrust. I could uncoil myself within you, spread you and make you mine in one painful moment.” I lay still, fingers winding over the soft cotton of the bedspread as I waited. Knowing it wasn’t a question. Knowing I wasn’t supposed to answer. “I could do that. Or I could watch you writhe as I take you inch,” he leaned over me, his cock sliding in, pressure spreading through my hips as his cock slipped inside of me. “By inch.” He pushed in more, heat and want flaring with the pressure that was building in my hips as he hit against something inside of me.

I moaned, gasping for breath as he stayed there, watching me. His eyes narrowed as I worked to keep myself still, to not writhe beneath him. To not press my hips against him in a need to have his cock burrow deep. The work not to move was almost as erotic as the feeling of my first cock against me. Inside of me. I moaned louder, my fingers twisting through the sheets.

He smirked, his eyes sparking mischievously.

“You’re moving,” he smirked, eyes darting my fingers. “Guess you need to be punished.”

With one quick motion he shoved his massive member into me, the thick rod of his cock spreading everything until he bottomed out, his cock in my womb as his balls hit against my ass.

I screamed at the breaking of my cherry. The spread of pressure that flowered over my back and down my legs.

Back arching, I tried to restrain the howl of shock and pain, to keep my body still. It didn’t work, I writhed, tears welling in my eyes as he gave another quick pulse, working himself deeper into me.

“God, you are so fucking tight! I could go right here, fill you with my cum just from the grip of your cunt.” Alan leaned over me, pressing his lips to my forehead as his cock twitched inside of me, the two halves of him uncoiling in a wonderful wave. I moaned at the shift in pressure, my body squirming beneath him.

He began to laugh, the dark hollow sound echoing in my ears as he spoke, lips brushing over my skin.

“You moved, Elney.” With that, he began to move out, my hips loosening with the absence of his massive cock, although he did not move all the way out. The head was still sitting inside of me as his hands pressed against my shoulders, locking me in place on the bed.

“What did I say about moving?” Alan asked, the pressure on my shoulders increasing, my back plastered against the soft blankets.

“I’m sorry, Master,” I squeaked the words out, doing my best to stop my hips from bucking against his cock. “I won’t do it again.”

“Good.”

He shoved his way back in with a moan, his cock sliding against my wetness as he pushed himself all the way in again, balls pressing against me before his cock twitched and shifted inside of me. The ridges of him rocked through me before he pulled back out. Sighing as he leaned against me and slammed his cock back into my womb.

That same pain spread over me, the tightness softening as his cock throbbed and twisted. One tick before he pulled back out and pushed himself back in.

After a few heavy thrusts, the pain began to dissipate, pleasure flowing through me as he continued to fuck me, his pace slowing as he moaned.

“Those fucking lips,” he hissed his finger running down the side of my pussy. “They grip like your mouth, baby girl.”

He moaned and pushed in, and this time I joined him, letting the pleasurable sound rumble through me, though I was careful to keep my body still.

He froze anyway, his eyebrow twitching as the sound died in my throat.

“Like that baby?” he asked, pulling out all the way as he scuttled away. “I have something else you’ll like.”

Alan leaned toward me, hands running over my sides before he turned me over, placing me face down on the mattress.

“Don’t move,” he said as his touch became rough. Strong hands shifting me around as he hiked my ass in the air, squeezing me together until I was on my knees and chest, nearly kissing my knees.

“God.” Alan’s finger was running down the crack of my ass again, the soft touch moving over my asshole and right to my wet entrance, where he circled and tapped against my clit. From where I was positioned I could see his gleaming cock twitch as if it was hungry for me.

I licked my lips. I was hungry for it too.