by Pararol, Tia
Lifting his head from where it rested, Jackson straightened his back and tightened his grip on Emily’s hip once more. Though his balls still ached with the heaviness of unshed seed and his cock could feel every tremble, breath and heartbeat from Emily’s body, he finally had control of himself once more. Determined to fuck his young virgin properly, determined to make her first time more than just a flash moment that ended too soon, Jackson had overcome his intense need to release.
With a slow deliberate pace that had Emily’s hands once more reaching blindly as if searching for an escape from the intensity of taking his cock, Jackson pulled his hips away, dragging the length of his shaft nearly all the way out of her, before pushing himself back inside her depths. Her muscles quivered around him as they did their best to hold him still within her, a futile endeavor. He pulled his length out again, reveling in how it looked for his long shaft to unveil itself before sheathing itself within her body once more.
His stroke quickened and soon he felt her internal muscles ease as exhaustion took its place over her body’s extreme exertion to keep his intrusion at bay. Her body was finally beginning to accept his intrusion inside of her. “That’s it,” he praised, “take my cock like a good girl.”
Reaching around her hip, Jackson found her tight nub with the tips of his fingers. Stroking it, sliding the flats of his fingers around it before squeezing and rolling it, he was rewarded by a gasp from Emily, her back arching and her knees pushing out in an attempt to spread herself wider for him, hampered only by the confines of the tub. She moaned.
“That’s my girl,” Jackson encouraged as he strengthened his stroke, picking up speed and rocking her body forward with his thrust. He watched as her fingers curled against the hard tiles in a different way, in a way that said that her pain was beginning to slip into pleasure. His hips quickened to match the speed at which he stroked the side of her clit. Inside her depths, she was slick and hot. Soon, his hips began to slap the soft flesh of her bottom, his thrusts quickening, growing stronger, as below him, Emily panted. “Tell me what you want,” he growled, demanding to hear her throaty voice.
“I…ohhh, I…I need to come. I need to, I need to come. Please let me come!” Emily’s eyes rolled back in her head as her nails scratched at the tub. “Please, oh, please!”
“Beg me to fuck you,” Jackson’s gruff voice commanded, his fingers stroking the sides of Emily’s clit a little harder, a little faster, as her body writhed beneath him.
“Fuck me! Please fuck me!” Emily begged as the pressure deep within her belly coiled and tightened, her clit throbbing and aching.
“Is my cock too big for you? Is it hard to take?” Jackson asked as he pummeled his full length into her soft, slightly resistant heat.
“Yes!” Emily exclaimed as her pussy screamed at the abuse of being forced to take his invasion even while aching for each driving thrust he made into her core. The tops of her heavy breasts slapped into the rise of the tub’s back with each of Jackson’s thrusts, matching the sound of his hips slapping against the creamy, full cheeks of her upturned bottom.
Jackson adjusted his position, sliding his hand a little lower down Emily’s pussy until he reached his driving shaft. Timing himself, he sank one long finger into her depths, hard and fast, the pad of his finger pressing against her upper wall. Her body bucked and she screamed in surprise and pain. Keeping his finger anchored, he continued to fuck her with a force normally saved for hardened whores made soft by too many riders.
“Nooo!” she cried, unable to handle the added girth that stretched her.
“Shhhh,” Jackson hissed through gritted teeth, his hips a staccato slap on her soft cheeks. “Your little pussy’s mine; you need to learn that. I will take you any way I want to.” Inside her, he curled the tip of his finger until it pressed into the soft swell of tissue that marked the core of her sex.
Emily’s head jerked back, a primal cry spilling from her throat as intense pleasure surged from the epicenter of Jackson’s finger. Her body jerked and bucked but Jackson rode her, sticking to her as the wave of consuming pleasure threatened to drown her. His finger pressed and milked that sweet swollen spot inside of her as her body broke down to convulsive twitches. His thumb found her engorged nub and rolled over it, sparking another torrent of ecstasy, her voice crying out to echo against the walls of the small bathroom.
Tears flooded Emily’s cheeks as she was consumed by an orgasm unlike any orgasm she had ever given herself in the private stillness of the night all alone. Every inch of her body was alive, every nerve ending on fire with energy beyond her control. Inside of her, she felt Jackson’s cock thicken, growing harder and more demanding as his large finger slipped free of her tight confines. She felt his large, rough hand twist and tighten in her hair once more, his other hand solid on her hip as his hips pummeled into her with renewed force, causing her breasts to flop and slap into the tub’s wall once more.
“Emily,” Jackson growled a half second before his hot seed claimed her. Pumping with each surging release, he thrust to his full depth inside of her to plant his DNA, willing it to make the journey to her untried womb. He needed to be the first man she knew, the first man to mark her female essence, to stake ownership of her as a breeder. His balls ached from the delayed release but at least his body was sated. He folded himself over her delicate back, wrapping his strong arms around her to hold her tight.
“I’m going to use you again later,” Jackson’s voice, low and demanding, whispered into her neck.
Emily’s body trembled, answering him with her own need, her pussy spasming in acceptance around his softening cock. While her pussy throbbed, sore from its use, she already ached to have him inside of her again, using her again, seeking his pleasure from her again.
Unfolding himself from her, Jackson helped Emily stand, his dark, hungry eyes drinking in every inch of the girl he had just made a woman. Surprise filled him that he wanted her more now than he had before taking her virginity. His excitement in a woman usually waned after taking his fill of her.
Sliding a strong arm around the curve of her supple waist, he pulled her softness against his lean, unyielding strength. With a finger under her chin, he lifted her face and immediately lost himself in her large eyes, his chest growing tight. Dipping his head, he tasted her sweet lips, luxuriating in the fullness of them that mirrored so much of the rest of her. Almost timidly, he felt her hands on his trim waist as her head tilted back further, her mouth opening in invitation for him to take his fill of her. And he did, taking her, deep and slow, moving his hand to cup the back of her head. When the kiss ended, his lips lingered on hers. “If I hurt you, I’m glad,” he said, his voice thick with renewed and growing need. Her eyes went wide, shocked at his honesty. “I don’t care who has you after me…when he takes you, I want you to feel me, think of me.”
Color flooded Emily’s cheeks as her eyes fluttered and her lips parted, her heart pounding in her chest at Jackson’s searing words. She knew he was right. He had imprinted himself on her; her insides throbbed as if his undeniable girth still filled her.
Rising to her toes, she lifted her mouth to his and he met her, his mouth bruising against hers. A second later, her body was pressed against the shower wall, her thighs open, her hips tilted forward, and his cock thrust itself like a sword to its hilt inside her used pussy. He rode her hard, mercilessly, driving himself like a piston inside her swollen and aching pussy until she cried out her pleasure and his name.
A half hour later with their shared desires washed free from their bodies, Jackson and Emily lay tangled in bed together. One of her nipples was swollen and red from the hard suckling given it by Jackson and he bore the marks of her nails across his back. As she molded herself to his warmth, her bare, round bottom pressed into his groin, he wanted to do more to her, he wanted to own her completely. His imagination heard the cry of her voice as he took her anal virginity, his teeth scoring her shoulder as he buried himself inside of her, but where hi
s will was ready, his body had succumbed to an exhaustion that pulled him down into darkness as surely as a wet blanket would drown a man in black waters. So, instead of stealing more of Emily’s innocence, he wrapped her in his strong arms, holding her to him as sleep pulled him down into sweet oblivion.
When morning came, it came too soon for Jackson, his body cold and sore. His hand reached for the warmth of the soft body that had shared his bed throughout the night but where he should have found his not-so-innocent beauty, he found only emptiness. Opening his eyes, he trained his ears to listen for her in the bathroom but was met by more, empty silence. His gut tightened, twisting into a painful knot.
Throwing the covers aside, he got to his feet, covering the distance to the bathroom in three long strides. Throwing open the door, he found the small room empty. His eyes scanned it again to be met with nothing that bespoke of Emily’s presence save for the memories they’d made there. Fear crawled up his throat as he made a dash for his jeans, searching his pockets. His keys were gone…and so was last night’s payout.
“The bitch…,” Jackson swore, his voice high with disbelief. More long strides took him to the motel room door. Jerking it open, the truth of the situation was indisputable as an empty parking spot met him where his SUV once sat. “That fucking bitch.” His mind raced to figure out what he should do, his gaze snapping to the night stand where he had put his cell phone. Gone. “That fucking bitch!” Jackson yelled. “I’m going to kill her,” he swore, suddenly feeling empathy for the police officer who had tried to do just that.
Stepping out into the morning light clad in only skin and muscle, Jackson walked barefoot into the parking lot, ignoring the worried glances by early morning risers hurrying to continue their journeys. Putting his hands on tight, sculpted hips, not caring what of him could be seen, he scanned the parking lot. “The bitch is gone,” …taking the same road out as your career, your fighting reputation, and your future…you fucking dumbass, his internal moron-meter berated him.
A smile curled the corners of Jackson’s lips, his eyes glinting with a fire hotter than he’d felt in ages—a purpose, a drive, a goal to crush. “You better run, little girl,” he said, “because when I find you, your sweet ass is mine.”
To be continued…
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Broken Fighter: BBW, New Adult Romance
Copyright © 2015
by
Tia Pararol
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or used factiously. Any resemblance to actual events, places, organizations, or person, whether living or dead, is entirely coincidental.