Forced First Time Novels & Stories

I climbed onto him, thighs bracketing his waist, and grabbed the thick length in my hand. His moan was soft, pitiful, as I lined myself up. “Rowan… please…” “Let me show you how it’s done,” I muttered, sinking down. The stretch made me cry out, my body still sore from his first use. His cock dragged through me, filling me again, inch by inch, until my ass was flush against his hips. My head fell back with a gasp. “Fuck—” Soren whimpered, clutching my waist, shaking under me. His eyes were wide, pleading, his voice breaking. “It’s… my first time,” he confessed, words spilling like a secret he’d been choking on.

Gillian Chadwick, my fiancee, has always put her adoptive brother, Jude Chadwick, first. When a new romantic trend catches on, he gets the first gift, not me. When she buys her very first car, she gives him the first test drive. Even when a fire breaks out in our house in the middle of the night, she rushes into Jude's room first and drags him downstairs. She doesn't call to wake me until she has made sure he's safe. After getting burned in that fire, I finally lose my temper and demand Gillian choose between Jude and me. She looks at me in confusion. "Thomas, Jude is the only family I have in this world. Why are you competing with him? How about this? I promise to treat you both comple

It took Daisy ten years to transform from a humble street vendor into a star investor in the corporate world. I stood by her side for every single one of those ten years. During our darkest year, I threw away every last drop of my self-respect and begged my estranged mother just for twenty dollars to buy us a decent meal. Looking back into Daisy’s heartbroken, tear-filled eyes, I gave her a soft smile and asked just one thing: "On the day the company finally goes public on Nasdaq, will you bring me with you?" She held me close and promised she would. Years later, when her company’s empire was soaring at its absolute peak, I gently brought up my old request once more. She didn't even bot

My body resisted automatically, clenching against the intrusion, and Tavian’s free hand pressed flat against my lower back. “Breathe,” he said quietly. I breathed. The tip of his finger breached my entrance. The stretch was small. Objectively, impossibly small. But my body registered it like something enormous, every nerve ending in that area firing at once, and the sound I made into the pillow was involuntary and completely shameless. “There we go,” Tavian murmured, his voice low and pleased. “The first time always feels like that.” He didn’t push deeper. He just held the tip of his finger exactly where it was, letting my body adjust to the reality of being opened for the first time.

"That's not true! I know that you... that you... love me." "All sons love their mothers." "You love my... what did you call it... honeypot." Max smiled and Fortuna did the same. "Honey pot, right, Mom. You know, I still think about that day. I can't forget about it, you and me. It was my first time, and that first time was with my own mother. With you. Who would have thought that?" "It's not that uncommon for a first time to happen with your blood mother."

Same angry signature. She shoved both files hard at his direction. He caught them instinctively. She looked straight into his burning eyes, her small chest heaving. "Satisfied?" she spat, voice shaking but loud. "You shouldn't label people with what they are not, Edward! I'm not a gold digger and I will never be one!,I'm not an opportunist,Grandpa wellington transferred those shares to me because he trusted me,He is like a father to me and I will never do anything that contradicts that trust..

"Because it's the only way I can move on. If you aren't going to give in, just let me go. There's no need to worry about me. I promise, I'll be fine." Colton cupped her face in his hands. "We just met today? Don't you find it weird for us to jump on each other?" She shook her head. "Haven't you had a one-night-stand before?" "No." He answered. "Same as me but there's always a first time for everything. Though your answer is shocking." "Why?" He asked. "You have a great body. You're handsome. Those girls at the lounge were literally throwing themselves at you and I'm sure people throw themselves at you every day. Just like how I'm doing now. Just so you know, this is my first time forcing mys

Looking at me suspiciously he takes the paper from me and looks over what I added. "My fingers don't smell like sweaty nuts," he sounds offended. "I'll be the judge of that." I raise a brow. Not taking his eyes off me, he signs it. "Why do I feel like this is your first big commitment?" "I had a two-year cable plan and it went horribly wrong, after that... I second guess everything." He flicks his gaze at me before finishing his signature. I shrug in agreement. Those plans can be tricky. "Now," he rubs his hands together like he's about to dig into an extra-large pizza. "We need to get to know each other. From our first lay, first kiss, what size bra you wear-"

The confused conformist waited patiently until his got filled with some alcoholic substance; then the man gave him instructions with what he needed to do. “Okay, what you need to do is repeat after me, then drink this after. Doing this every first of the month after waking up will give you all the luck you need the entire month. Isn’t that fantastic?” With the buttload of information he got presented with, he was just fixated on one thing. “No thanks, I don’t drink vodka.” But, he did; the chant as well, though the reason was peer pressure at day 1. The moment they downed it, that’s only the moment when the introductions began.

“Don’t be. I won’t hurt you. I’ll be gentle—it’s your first time.” My breath caught. How did he know… it’s my first time?