Pounding the Virgin Cunt

POV: First Person.

The very minute the words "eighteen years" slipped past my trembling lips, I knew I was in catastrophic trouble. He stopped his pacing. His heavy leather boots planted firm against the hardwood floor of the office. In the span of a single heartbeat, he reversed his path and loomed over me. His massive shoulders heaved with raw fury, casting a dark, suffocating shadow over my cowering form. The ambient light from his desk lamp caught the rigid tension in his jaw and the lethal glare in his eyes.

"An underaged little whore. Answer me, girl. Who sent you here?" he snarled, his pale eyes blazing with dangerous suspicion.

The hostility in his deep voice struck me like a physical blow. Hot tears spilled from my eyes, tracking through my makeup and leaving dark streaks down my heated cheeks. My chest hitched with every ragged breath. I pressed my spine hard against the cold wall, wishing the plaster would just swallow me whole.

"I swear to you, it is all a terrible mistake! This is just a cruel misunderstanding involving my vindictive friends. Nobody sent me here to spy on you!" I stammered, my high-pitched voice shaking in the quiet room.

But my words lacked any shred of conviction. His stony, unforgiving expression made it clear he did not believe a single word I was saying. I was a trespasser in his domain, wearing a scandalous dress, caught in a web of lies. Without warning, he reached out and forced my chin up with his thick, calloused fingers. His heavy hand slid down my jawline to securely grasp my throat. He did not squeeze hard enough to bruise, but the immovable weight of his palm pressing against my windpipe was a potent reminder of his lethal strength.

He stepped in so close that the heat radiating from his massive frame enveloped me. I inhaled the intoxicating, musky scent of his heated body mixed with his expensive, spicy cologne. That rugged, masculine scent acted like a narcotic on my senses. It bypassed my fear and sparked an unfamiliar, terrifying, and forbidden longing within my core. A heavy, wet heat pooled between my thighs, causing my lower stomach to clench in anticipation.

"Sir, please," I whimpered softly, my trembling hands hovering useless near his broad, unyielding chest.

His pale eyes flared with a sudden, raw heat that devoured me on the spot. The anger in his gaze shifted into an intense, burning hunger.

"Stop saying that, girl," he gritted out, his self-control snapping right before my eyes.

With a low, guttural oath that rumbled deep in his chest, he gripped a fistful of my hair. He tilted my head back, exposing my vulnerable neck, and claimed my mouth in a bruising, dominant kiss. I was pinned against the cold wall by the sheer, immovable weight of his heavy frame. My strict, conservative upbringing battled the primal urge to surrender to this dangerous, scarred man. My mind ordered me to push him away, to protect my modesty and my virtue. But as his hot, demanding tongue forced its way past my parted lips and probed deep into my mouth, my body melted into a puddle of heat.

My hands, acting on their own volition, slid up his wide, heavily muscled back. My nails dug into the firm skin beneath his tailored shirt, desperate for an anchor in the storm he had created. He growled deep in his chest in savage approval. He tasted the sweetness on my lips, sucking and biting at my lower lip until I gasped directly into his mouth. His large hands moved with frantic urgency, tearing at my clothing. He ruthlessly ripped the flimsy remnants of Chloe's lacy red dress away from my quivering body. The sound of shredding fabric echoed sharp in the tense air. My heavy breasts spilled out into the cool air of the office, the nipples peaking into tight, aching buds under his burning, appreciative gaze.

Scooping me up in his thick, tattooed arms, he carried me the few short steps across the room. He forced me down onto the thick, plush carpet of his office floor, his large body following me down. The soft fibers tickled my bare back, a stark contrast to the hard, ruthless man hovering over me. His large, calloused, expert hands roamed over my naked flesh, tracing the curve of my waist and kneading the soft swell of my hips. He brought every nerve ending in my body alive. I writhed beneath him, a willing hostage to the consuming fire he was stoking in my veins.

"I do not know who the fuck you belong to, little girl, but hell, I need to fuck you now," he rasped into my ear, his hot breath sending shivers down my spine.

He still operated under the firm assumption that I was a common escort sent to spy on him or ruin him. His raspy voice praised my dripping wet, needy readiness with filthy, explicit words that made me blush but aroused me even further. He parted my trembling thighs with undeniable authority, spreading me wide open for his inspection. He ran a rough thumb over my soaked folds, checking my slickness, and let out a dark, approving chuckle that vibrated against my skin.

Without any gentle prelude, he positioned himself between my thighs. He unbuckled his trousers, freeing his massive, throbbing erection. It was heavily veined and terrifyingly thick, glistening with pre-cum under the dim office lights. I stared at his hard cock, my breath catching in my throat. Before I could formulate a plea for patience, he gripped my hips and drove forward. The massive, throbbing length of his hard cock breached the tight entrance of my cunt. He pushed deep, tearing right through my hymen in one brutal, unstoppable thrust.

I let out a piercing scream as the sudden, ripping pain tore through my lower half. My nails dug into the hard muscles of his back, leaving bloody half-moons as I arched off the plush floor in pure agony. The blinding pain flashed my mind back to my dismal high school prom night. It had been my only other, aborted attempt at sexual intimacy. A cruel, selfish jock had rushed through the act in the back of a truck, ignoring my virginity and my pain. He had tried to jam himself into me without any care. When I cried and pushed him off before he could break my barrier, he had stormed out. He had later branded me a "cold bitch" to the entire school when I couldn't endure his selfish, clumsy fumbling.

But this terrifying, scarred man paused his thrusting. The moment he felt the undeniable barrier he had just broken, a look of sheer confusion and dawning realization crossed his craggy, dominant features. He held himself still above me, buried deep inside my tight, burning body. His jaw clenched in absolute agony as he fought his own primal urge to pump into me. Thick veins popped along his neck and forearms as he restrained himself. He was giving me the time to slowly stretch and accommodate his formidable, agonizing size.

"Fuck. You were untouched," he breathed out, his voice laced with shock and a heavy dose of reverence.

Because he waited, holding his immense weight up on his forearms, the sharp, tearing pain receded. My slick, inner walls began to soften and mold around his thick cock. The excruciating sting was replaced by an overwhelming, heavy wave of deep, throbbing pleasure that radiated outward from my stretched cunt. The sheer fullness of having him lodged so deep inside me was intoxicating. My body thrummed with a desperate, heavy ache that demanded more friction, more heat.

Desperate, needy, and consumed by the fire he had lit, I reached up. My trembling fingers traced the ugly, white scar on his cheek, feeling the rough texture of his stubble beneath my touch. I looked deep into his blazing, pale eyes and whispered into the tense air.

"Please Sir. Don’t stop."

My shamelessly arched hips rubbing against his groin and my flushed, pleading face broke whatever final thread of restraint he possessed. He let out a feral groan, a sound so raw and masculine it vibrated through my very bones. He began driving his thick cock deep into me, moving with intense, punishing concentration. Every forceful thrust pulled my body taut, the friction generating a blazing heat in my core. The loud slap of his hips against my thighs echoed in the quiet office, a rhythmic, primal soundtrack to my undoing.

His calloused fingers moved down between our joined bodies, finding my highly sensitive, swollen clitoris. He began to rub and circle the tiny bud, syncing the exquisite friction with his deep, rhythmic thrusts. The dual assault of his thick cock stretching my cunt and his rough thumb working my clitoris sent me spiraling into the abyss.

The agonizing tension within me coiled tighter and tighter with every pump of his hips. I thrashed beneath him, my breath coming in jagged, sobbing gasps. I was chasing the elusive peak, at his mercy. And then, the tension snapped. My world shattered into a million blinding, ecstatic pieces. The orgasm hit me with the force of a freight train, tearing through my veins and lighting my nerve endings on fire.

"Cassian!" I screamed his name, my inner walls convulsing around his hard cock as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me.

He cursed loud, a string of harsh, breathless profanities leaving his lips. His rugged face contorted in the throes of his own overwhelming release. He pounded his cock as deep as possible into my willing, contracting womb, pinning me firm to the carpet. With a final, animalistic grunt, his thick, warm ejaculation flooded me. I felt the hot, pulsing jets of his seed filling me up, marking me as his own.

Clinging desperate to his slick, strong back, I sobbed out loud as another tidal wave of intense, unadulterated pleasure wracked my exhausted body. The aftershocks rolled through me, stealing the breath from my lungs and leaving me boneless against the carpet. I found myself laughing softly in sheer, delirious wonder as a blissful, peaceful whiteness washed over my vision, letting my mind detach and float away into another realm of existence.