36

Adrianna
“Wait, I’m not on the pill.” I place my hand on his chest, trying to stop him from moving forward.
He just looks me dead in the eye and then pushes forward, burying his cock inside of me with no protection. The rational part of my brain is screaming for him to stop, but the other, less rational part thinks the opposite. And the pain tearing through my body is enough to render me mute, anyway.
“Fuck, that hurts,” I groan, forgetting entirely about the fact we’re fucking with no protection.
I’ve never felt so full before, so stretched. It’s satisfying and painful at the same time.
“Oh fuck, you’re so tight.” Archer nips my lip with his teeth. “Relax, and it won’t hurt so much.”
I glare at him. “Easy for you to say. You’re not the one being broken in half by a giant pole.”
“Are you saying I have a giant cock?” he asks in that cocky, irritating manner.
“Shut up.” I hit him.
That brings his focus back as his expression darkens. “Are you going to make me gag you?” And then his palm closes around my throat, squeezing hard enough to block the oxygen. “Or should I just choke you while we fuck, as I sense you get a kick out of it? Every single time I touch your throat, your heart rate quickens. Galloping faster with each second that ticks past.”
I can feel his cock throbbing and pulsing inside of me as he holds still. “No. Just fuck me.”
He growls then and presses his lips to mine, kissing me frantically. “I’m going to fuck you so damn hard and deep, baby girl. You won’t know where I end and you begin.”
“Archer,” I gasp his name, longing to feel him move inside of me. “What are you waiting for?”
“Waiting for you to admit that you love this. I want to hear you tell me how badly you want me to fuck you.”
I bite my lip, my stubbornness still waging war against my desire for this man.
“Tell me,” he orders.
Swallowing hard, I nod in defeat. “I want you to fuck me so badly.”
His eyes light up with victory as he moves slowly at first, pulling his thick cock almost all the way out of me. So only the tip is still inside. He takes so long I’m about to scream at him to get on with it, when he thrusts into me with a violent and deep stroke, tearing a scream from my lips for another reason entirely. The pain. It feels like I’m being clawed apart by him.
Archer kisses my neck and collarbone, before dragging his tongue lower to my nipples and circling each one. “It won’t hurt for much longer.” He moves with torturously slow strokes, somehow getting deeper with each one.
“You feel so damn good,” he groans, eyes clamping shut as he looks like he’s struggling to remain in control. And I feel surprisingly powerful in that moment, even though I’m beneath him.
I arch my back and he sinks even deeper inside of me than I believed possible. The ache he had ignited being quenched by his cock, but the stinging pain of being stretched open is there, even if it’s diminishing with each stroke.
“Archer,” I moan his name, unable to help myself.
He groans. “Fuck, your virgin cunt is so damn tight.”
I bite my lip as his eyes open and they burn a hole through me. “Fuck me harder.”
Archer is no longer being cocky or irritating as his eyes darken. “As you wish.”
He quickens his pace, slamming into me with hard and forceful strokes.
My body bending to his will as he pounds into me with all his force. The pain is almost non-existent now as pure, unadulterated pleasure overtakes everything else.
“Oh fuck,” I say, wriggling my arms in an attempt to free them.
Archer notices and puts his hand forcefully on my wrists. “No. I want you bound for me.”
I grunt in frustration as he trails his finger down the center of my chest slowly, his cock still inside of me. And then he circles my clit with the lightest of touches and I combust.
“Oh my God!” My entire body shudders with the intensity of an orgasm unlike any I’ve ever experienced. “Archer!” I scream his name as my muscles clamp down around him.
He growls as he continues to fuck me through it, eyes flashing with a determination that tells me he’s not done with me yet. Archer grabs my bound wrists and pulls them down to my chest and then flips me over, so that I’m on top, his cock still embedded deep inside of me.
“Ride my cock and make me come,” he orders.
It’s a challenge, but one that makes me feel unbelievably self-conscious.
“I want you to come again.” He spanks my ass, the sensation only adding to the pleasure still coursing through my veins.
I bite my lip and then move my hips, never one to back down from a challenge, especially not from Coach.
He watches me as I move up and down, grinding my hips in a way that pushes him so deep inside of me it feels like he’s going to tear me in half. “That’s right, baby girl, fuck yourself on me.” He spanks my ass, and it only adds to the intoxicating desire I feel right now, spurring me on like a horse being spurred into a gallop.
My hands remain bound in front of me and rested on his muscular abs as I use them to push myself up and down.
“You’re so beautiful like this, Adrianna,” he murmurs, watching me with an admiration that makes butterflies come to life in the pit of my stomach. “So fucking beautiful.”
His words shouldn’t make me feel the way they do, as no doubt he’s said that to enough girls in his time here as the gym coach, but the way he looks at me makes me feel like the only fucking girl in the world. With that thought in my mind, I ride him harder, my hips finding a perfect rhythm as I chase my orgasm harder.
Archer’s finger nails dig into my hips as he helps me, pushing me up and down his cock with force. And then I feel him hit a spot inside of me that sends me over the edge for the second time, and this time is even more intense. All of my muscles tense as I come apart, my body shaking with the force of my climax.
Archer growls. “Fuck, baby girl. Your cunt is like a vise.” And then I feel his cock grow impossibly harder before he shoots his cum deep inside of me. The sensation is an odd feeling and yet it only makes my orgasm more powerful. “Take my cum like the good girl you are,” he groans, fingertips digging hard into my hips.
When he finally stops rutting into me, I collapse by the side of him, my hands still bound. And slowly, as we lie in silence, apart from our labored breathing, reality creeps in and shame hits me hard. I just fucked Archer Daniels, and I enjoyed every minute, despite all that he’s done.
What the hell is wrong with me?
It’s time for me to beat him at his own game. He may think he’s won, but I’m in it for the long haul. Taking my virginity may be the start, but what happens when he gets in too deep and wants more? I’ll break his heart, and he’ll wish he never went near me.