Samantha's mind was foggy, her senses dulled by the alcohol. She felt Jake's hands on her skin, his lips on hers, and she couldn't resist. She didn't want to resist. For once, she wanted to let go, to feel something other than pain and fear.
As they fumbled with each other's clothes, Samantha's heart raced with excitement and nerves. She knew this was a mistake, but she couldn't stop herself. She wanted to feel alive, to feel wanted.
And so, she let Jake take her, let him claim her virginity in a messy, drunken and painful encounter. She couldn't forget the dark look in his eyes. It was over quickly, and Samantha felt a pang of regret even before it was finished.
But Jake just rolled off her, his chest heaving, his eyes closed in satisfaction. Samantha felt used, discarded, and she knew she had made a terrible mistake.
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As I paused above her, I realized she was different from the others. She was untouched, unexplored. A spark of surprise ignited within me and I could feel my eyes darken with excitement of tainting and eating an untouched fruit.
My instincts urged me to proceed with caution, to gentle my movements. But my desire proved too strong, my restraint faltering. I couldn't hold back the fervor and need that drove me.
In the end, I yielded to my passion, my actions no longer gentle as I rammed into her with vigor while hearing her painful cries. I was like an unsatiable beast , driven by the craze and feel of how she milked me.The moment consumed me, and I lost myself in its intensity.
I could feel her body quake and shudder under me as my lips sucked her tips hungrily and roughly like a starving child. I bit into her breast, inciting a moan from her as I quickly licked it sucking it intensely again while hearing the wet slaps of our skin with the dirty sound of suckling as I latched unto her breast. To say it was a vulgar scene is the least.
She began to shudder with more frequency and her body rocked back and forth- all thanks to my enthusiasm, and I felt her drip over me as she released, chest heaving with difficulty as I felt myself close to the finish line.
I began to pump with urgency, the slapping sound grew more frequent and she moaned into my mouth as I swallowed her cries and dug my tounge into her throat.
I felt myself shudder as I released into her collapsing on her as she contracted against me with a painful yet pleasurable squeeze
Afterwards, I rolled away, my chest heaving, my mind reeling. I knew I had crossed a line, my mind infiltrated by pleasure.
She lay beside me, her eyes closed, her body still. I wondered if she was okay, if I had hurt her. But I didn't know how to ask, and I felt the beast in me awaken again as I saw her smooth skin which i itched to leave marks over.
The silence between us grew thick and heavy, like a fog that refused to lift. I knew I had to say something, to acknowledge what had happened. But words failed me, and I remained silent, stretching my hands over I pulled her back to me, sliding my finger into the sheets and caressing her.