Chapter 2: Owned

His hands wrapped around his thick cock, and he smacked it against my dripping folds.

"Ahh..."

I moaned before I could stop myself. My legs were already trembling.

"You like that?" he muttered, staring down at me with that cocky, dangerous smirk. His voice was smooth as sin. "You want me to fill this needy little pussy, don’t you?"

My throat was dry. I could barely even open my mouth to speak, but I tried. "Y-yes," I whispered.

He dragged his tip up and down my slit, letting it slide over my clit, slow and maddening. I whimpered.

"Please... please," I begged, hating how desperate I sounded, but who cares?

He leaned down, voice hot on my lips. "You begging already? And I haven’t even given you the first inch."

I bit my lip. Oh God. I wanted him so bad I could barely breathe.

His cock slid between my pussy lips, making my hips jerk off the bed, chasing his touch. "Fuck, look how wet you are," he rasped. "Dripping for me. This pussy knows who owns it already."

"I need you," I whispered, and meant every dirty word of it. "Please… just fuck me."

He grinned darkly. "I don’t make love, baby," he whispered against my mouth. "I fuck. Deep. Hard. Until you forget your name."

God help me, I wanted that. I wanted to forget everything. I wanted to forget my strict mother.

I nodded again, breathless. "Then fuck me."

In one hard thrust, he slammed into me.

"Ahhh-fuck!" I cried out, my back arching. He was so deep that my walls stretched around him, tight and shocked.

He pressed his mouth to my throat. "Shit... so tight. This pussy was made for me."

My fingers gripped the sheets as my body couldn’t keep still. His hips slammed into mine again. And again. Deep, fast, owning me.

"Say it," he demanded. "Say you’re mine."

"I-I'm yours!" I cried, voice breaking. "I'm yours!"

"That’s right," he said, grabbing my thighs and throwing my legs over his shoulders. "Now take it, baby. Take every fucking inch."

I could feel him hitting the deepest parts of me, probably wanting to shift my womb, bottoming out inside me with every thrust. My moans were raw, loud, messy. I couldn’t stop.

God, he's so thick.

He leaned forward, his chest brushing mine. One hand grabbed my breast, squeezing as his mouth found my nipple, sucking.

My fingers slipped between us, searching for my clit. Desperate for more.

"Touching yourself already?" he muttered, catching my hand. "Greedy little thing."

"I-I just needed-"

"No," he growled, pinning both my wrists above my head. "You don’t get to touch yourself while I’m fucking you. You don’t get to do anything unless I say."

"You want me to ruin this pussy, baby?"

"Yes," I gasped. "Please... please, just ruin me."

"You’re so sweet when you beg," he said, thrusting harder. "Tight little hole soaking my cock like a good slut."

My body started shaking. Something was building. Fast, as if maybe I wanted to pee.

"Ohhh-i think I wanna pee-"

"Not pee. You wanna cum. Cum for me," he commanded. "Make a mess all over this dick."

And I did. I screamed as my orgasm hit, jerking as my pussy clenched angrily around him, soaking him.

"Fuuuck, yes," he cursed, voice low. "That’s it, baby. Fucking soak me."

He didn’t stop.

He grabbed my throat, not hard, just firm-his hips pounding faster, rougher. "You gonna take my cum now?" he asked between breaths. "You gonna let me paint that pretty face?"

I whimpered. "Yes… yes, please…"

He pulled out fast, his hand wrapping around his cock, stroking it almost savagely.

"Tongue out," he ordered.

I opened my mouth, sticking my tongue out just like he told me.

"Urghhh... Fuck... fuck yes..." He let out a ragged sound as his hot load painted my tongue. Then more thick ropes of cum across my lips, my chin, my tits.

"Ahh... you look so good like this," he said, still stroking, cum dripping down my skin.

I licked it up slowly, eyes on him the whole time.

God, I'm filthy. And I love it.

He watched, breathing hard, his cock still twitching in his hand. "Don’t clean that off," he muttered. "I want to see my cum on you all night."

He lay back on the bed, eyes smoldering with hunger. Without a word, he reached up and pulled me down on top of him. His hands gripped my hips tight.

"Suck me," he commanded.

I didn’t need to be told twice.

I crawled between his legs. Sliding my hands down, I wrapped them around his thick shaft. One hand couldn’t hold him all because he was too big, so I used both hands. My fingers slid down his length, warm and pulsing under my touch.

"Fucckk... Look at that pretty mouth."

Then I took him in my mouth, the thickness stretching my lips.

He let out a hoarse sound, his chest rising fast.

I rolled my tongue around the tip, teasing slow.

Don’t be surprised, just because I’m a virgin doesn’t mean I didn’t learn a thing or two online.

I sucked lower, over his balls, feeling them tighten. His breath hitched, his mouth parting.

"Fuck, just like that."

Slow and steady, I stroked him up and down, my mouth sliding down to his balls again.

But he wanted more.

His hands grabbed my hair, pulling me closer, pushing me to go faster. His dick hit the back of my throat, and I choked a little, but I loved the way it burned.

I wrapped my lips around his balls, sucking and biting gently, tasting him, tasting everything.

I let out a small noise, my thighs squeezing together.

Then I spat on his shaft, rubbing the wetness everywhere, down to his balls, making him slick and shining in the soft light.

He watched me the whole time, eyes dark and heavy-lidded.

"I'm close... take it all."

And then, his hips jerked. Warmth spilled onto my tongue in hot, pulsing waves. I swallowed, his breathing ragged. Some of it dripped from the corner of my mouth, but I licked it up, even down to the root of his cock.

He sat up suddenly, grabbed the back of my neck, and kissed me hard. His tongue pushed into my mouth, tasting everything there. There was no gentleness, just raw hunger. He bit my bottom lip, then the top. With how rough he was, I could swear my lips would be swollen by tomorrow.