Page 27 of The Wallflower

"Do you feel it building? I can feel every clamp of your tight pussy around my dick, and it's driving me crazy. You’re going to come with me. That's your only choice here. If you don’t, I’ll continue fucking you until you do, and believe me, flower, you don’t want to know how longIcan go. I’ll leave you a whimpering, cum-filled mess if you don’t do what I ask."

A soft cry escapes her lips, and she digs her nails into my wrists. The pain sends bolts of pleasure down the base of my spine.Fuck me.

"Say it," I growl.

"What?" she cries.

I thrust harder. I’m so fucking close to coming, but I need to feel her first.

“Tell me you’re going to be a good girl and come on my cock.” I hiss while bottoming out inside her. My grip on her tightens as I fight off the pleasure. The second the walls of her pussy clamp tight around me, milking me, I snap. Getting the girl off isn’t ever my concern, but this girl isn’t just anyone, and the idea of not feeling her flutter all around me, sucking my cum deep inside her and holding it there makes me furious.

“Ohgod…” My little flower groans. “I’m… I’m coming.”

She explodes a second later. Her tight pussy strangles my cock and steals the air from my lungs. I abandon her throbbing clit and move my hands to her hips, getting a better grip so I can rut into her as hard and fast as I can. I fuck her through her orgasm. The pleasure is so great, I swear I black out for a moment. All I can hear are her whimpers and the slap of our flesh against one another as I climb higher and higher.

“Fuck, you’re doing such a good job, Bel. I’m almost there.” I praise her, feeling the distinct tingling deep in my balls. My vision blurs, my chest constricts, and I grip her with bruising force, slamming deep one last time.

Then I explode. The warm heat of my release spreads through her womb, and I smile. I’ve never experienced something like this before. I gently stroke the spots where I know she’ll have bruises tomorrow before I encase her in my arms. Her small body trembles against me, and I’m unsure if it’s from the cold air or the aftermath of her orgasm. Either way, Iclutch her tight to my chest and do my best to share my warmth with her.

Gently, I nibble her neck and earlobe, attempting to kiss away the hurt. She’s so fucking intoxicating. "How did your first time feel?”

She lets out a defeated sob and folds over to catch her face in her hands. Her emotions are all out of whack, but it's not unexpected. "I can't believe I let you touch me. I don't evenknowyou."

"You know me a lot better now." I climb to my feet and pull her up with me. Then I wrap my jacket around her naked body. It covers her from knee to neck. "Are you up for another round, or are you done for the night?"

Her green eyes become slits, and her lips tighten, then she does something I never anticipated. She spits in my face.

"How can you stand here and act so casually about what you just did? Taking my virginity. I fuckinghateyou, and if you ever touch me again, I’ll go to the police. Do you hear me?"

For a millisecond, I’m shocked, mainly by the size of her balls, but also because with how smart she is, it's safe to assume she understands the repercussions of her actions. Clearly, she does but doesn’t really give a fuck. Guess I’ll have to fix that. Before she can make a mad dash and escape me, I shed the gentle, kind front and wrap my hand around her delicate little throat.

A squeal escapes her lips when I squeeze, applying ample pressure. She might have been thefirstvirgin I ever fucked, and she might be my perfect match when it comes to every-fucking-thing else, but shewilllearn who is in control by the time this is over.

Leaning in, I stare into her frightened gaze.Perfect. Exactly what I needed to see. Perhaps she can tell when to close her mouth and open it.

“Understand something, flower.I’mthe one in control.I’mthe one with the power. In every sense of the word, you belong to me. If I want to fuck you right here and now, I will. If I want to share you with my friends, I will. If I want to make you lick the spit off my face, you fucking will. Don’t tempt me to prove a point because I promise you, I will, and then you’ll regreteverfucking with me. I’ve been kind to you when I didn’t have to be, and let me just say kindness isn’t something I offer everyone, but don’t be mistaken. Kindness is not my biggest weakness, and I have no problem breaking you just to piece you back together again as I please. Do you understand?”

Beneath her fear, the anger and rage remain. I can see the flames crackle and pop. She wants to hurt me, but she knows damn well I’m not bluffing. Her cracked lips part, and I loosen my grasp ever so slightly to allow her to speak.

“Yes,” she croaks.

I release her with a satisfied smile and wipe the spit from my face. Next time she does something like that, I’ll use it as lube to fuck her ass. “Good. I’m glad we got that out of the way. And for future reference, the police won’t help you. No one will.”

“You’re so mentally unstable. You should be in a psych ward,” she growls and tightens the coat around her small frame. “If no one believes me, that’s fine. It doesn’t matter. I’ll find a way to make myself less appealing to you.”

I’d laugh if I didn’t really think she might do something like that.

I sigh. "Do what you must, but just know… whatever consequences take place are those you’ve earned.”

Sparring with her makes my blood heat. I’m addicted to it. I’ve never experienced anything like this with any other woman…and now I don’t want it to end.

“I don’t care about your consequences. You can’t hurt me any more than I’ve been hurt in my life already. All you are is a bullywith a chip on his shoulder who thinks he can have anything he wants, but you can’t. Not without force. You’re pathetic.”

I yawn directly in her face. “Are you done yet? I’ve heard all that and more before.”

Bel’s rage climbs higher, and I wonder if she’s really mad at me or herself for letting things go this far. She didn’t ask me to stop, and she didn’t say no. The only person she can blame for what happened is herself. Angrily, she turns and stomps off in the wrong direction. I follow her closely because one, it’s adorable that she thinks she can dismiss me so easily, and two, I need to make sure she gets back to campus in one piece.

We walk only a few yards before she peers over her shoulder at me. “Stop following me!!”