Penetrating the Virgin Pussy

Danica's POV

Kael pushes the heavy wooden door open and drags me into the dimly lit room by my wrist. His grip is unyielding, a tight iron cuff burning against my skin, pulling me deep into the shadows before the metal latch even has a chance to click shut behind us. We are already grabbing at each other's bodies in the dark. The faint bass of the party music from the floor below vibrates through the wooden floorboards beneath our feet, but the sound is quickly drowned out by our harsh, ragged breathing.

He yanks my waist flush against his rock-hard frame. The impact forces a gasp from my lungs. His mouth descends to devour mine. This is nothing like the sickening, abusive kiss Trent tried to force on me earlier tonight in that crowded hallway. Trent’s touch made my skin crawl with disgust. But this dark, consuming friction with Kael feels right. It sparks a dangerous, reckless fire in my veins.

His tongue sweeps into my mouth, demanding and hot, tasting faintly of the beer he was drinking downstairs. I meet his aggressive rhythm without hesitation, my fingers tangling deep into the soft fabric of his shirt. He finally pulls his lips away, breaking the kiss with a loud, wet smack. His chest heaves with heavy, labored breaths. He rests his forehead against mine. Deep blue eyes search mine in the dim light, asking a silent question.

"Are you sure about this?" he asks, his voice thick with desire.

"Yes. Please don't stop." I breathe against his mouth, my voice shaking with raw need.

I slide my trembling hands up the solid wall of his chest and around his thick neck, pulling his face right back down to mine. I sink my teeth lightly into his bottom lip, tugging on the soft flesh.

A primal groan rips from his throat. He lifts my entire body off the floor with effortless strength. Pure instinct takes over. My legs automatically wrap tight around his narrow waist, locking him in place. Kael carries us directly across the room to the mattress, following my body down into the tangled, stale-smelling sheets without breaking our desperate kiss. His mouth leaves my lips, trailing a series of scorching hot kisses and sharp, stinging bites down the sensitive skin of my neck. I gasp, arching my spine as a rush of heat pools deep in my core.

"You feel so damn good under me." Kael murmurs against my collarbone, his voice vibrating against my skin.

His large hand skims up my bare stomach, sliding under the hem of my tank top to cup my breast through the wet fabric of my bikini top. I push my chest up into his rough palm, aching for the friction, desperate for more pressure. He sits up on his knees, grabbing the hem of my tank top and ruthlessly maneuvering it over my head in one swift motion before throwing it across the room into the shadows. My bikini strings are next. His rough fingers untie them at my neck and back, peeling the damp fabric away and tossing it to the floor.

He lowers his heavy body back down, his hot mouth latching directly onto my bare nipple. His teeth tug hard on the sensitive peak, drawing a whimpering mess of sounds from my dry throat. My fingers thread into his dark hair, pulling at the thick strands as a deep, hollow ache builds between my thighs.

"Kael, please." I beg, though I have no clear idea what exactly I am asking for.

"I have got you." He whispers against my flushed skin.

He kisses his way up my sharp jawline, capturing my mouth again. While his tongue swirls against mine, I feel his hand slide down, slipping past the waistband of my shorts and beneath my thin bikini bottom. He finds my wet center. My mind goes instantly hazy, melting with pure longing the second his rough fingers press against my slick folds.

"Oh, God." I dig my nails into his muscular arms, using the sharp pain to anchor myself to reality as the overwhelming pleasure threatens to pull me under.

He rubs my clit with expert pressure, unraveling my senses. Then, he slides a long finger deep into my wet pussy. I jolt on the mattress, a breathless cry escaping my parted lips.

"Just one finger and you already feel so fucking tight. I can't wait for my cock to replace this finger." He murmurs against my ear, curling his digit deep inside my slick walls.

"Kael." I whimper, tracing the rigid muscles of his broad back, begging for release.

He pulls his hand away, sitting up with a predatory gaze fixed on my flushed face. He ruthlessly slides my shorts and bikini bottom down my legs in a single, fluid motion, stripping away the very last items of my clothing. I am left naked, shivering, and exposed on the bed. My instinct urges me to pull the wrinkled sheets up to hide my body, but his intense focus keeps my hands frozen at my sides. Without hesitation, Kael stands by the edge of the mattress and strips his own clothes off. He drops his shirt and jeans to the floor, revealing his massive, hard cock. The thick length juts out from his pelvis, heavy and imposing in the dim light. A blinding desire I didn't know I possessed flares to life in my chest, overriding years of ingrained shame.

Driven by pure lust, I get on my knees and crawl across the mattress toward him. I reach out and wrap my hand firmly around his thick, hard length. The smooth, hot skin twitches under my palm. I tighten my grip, stroking my fingers up and down the rigid shaft.

Kael inhales sharply, his hand shooting out to catch my wrist.

"Danica, I am not going to last if you keep doing that, and it will be over before we even start." His voice drops into a husky command.

He pulls my hand away from his erection, pressing a hard kiss to my knuckles before releasing my fingers.

"Spread your legs for me." He orders, his tone leaving no room for argument or hesitation.

Submitting to his dark tone, I fall back onto the sheets. I lean back on my arms and willingly spread my legs wide open for him, exposing my wet sex to his burning gaze. He climbs back onto the bed, settling his heavy frame between my thighs. His blue eyes drift slowly down my panting, shivering body. Instead of pushing himself into me, he lowers his head, replacing his teasing fingers with his hot mouth.

The second his broad tongue laps at my swollen clit, I lose my mind. My head falls back against the pillows, my fingers sinking into his hair to push his face closer. He snatches my sensitive nub between his lips, sucking hard. A loud cry tears from my throat. He swirls his tongue around, then pushes two fingers deep into my pussy, mimicking a relentless rhythm. My hips thrust up off the mattress, chasing the overwhelming sensation. The pleasure builds to a sharp, agonizing peak. I shatter instantly under his expert tongue, my body trembling hard as a massive climax rips through me. I sob his name, my inner walls clenching around his fingers.

With a final, deep lick, Kael slowly crawls back up my shivering body. A dangerously sexy smirk paints his handsome face.

"Do you want to have a taste of yourself?" he asks, his gaze heavy with lust.

I nod, unable to form a coherent sentence.

He captures my lips in a deep, salty kiss, sharing my own slick juices with me. The taste is intoxicating, fueling the fire that still burns in my veins. He pulls back, resting his forehead against mine, his chest brushing against my bare breasts with every heavy breath.

Tired of the agonizing wait, I wrap my legs tightly around his waist once more.

"Now. Please." I beg, my hands sliding over his broad shoulders to pull him closer.

He lifts his upper body, supporting his weight on one arm. His free hand guides the blunt head of his hard cock against my swollen entrance. I thrust my hips up, desperate for the friction. He pushes forward, breaching my entrance. A sharp, tearing pain slices through the lustful haze. I gasp loudly, my fingernails digging deep into his skin as the stretch burns through my core.

Kael freezes instantly. He hovers above me, his body rigid, staring down at me with wide eyes. Trepidation suddenly laces his heavy voice.

"Danica. Are you a virgin?"

The sudden stop leaves me empty and aching. Desperate not to lose the high, I yank his head down, refusing to let the moment break.

"Please, don't stop. Please, I need you." I breathe against his lips, tasting the salt of our shared kiss.

He groans heavily, resting his sweaty forehead against my shoulder. "God. You are killing me here. Okay, but we are going to go slowly."

I nod against the pillows, my heart hammering against my ribs. He keeps his word, guiding his hard cock inside my tight virgin pussy. He pushes in an inch at a time, pausing to let my body adjust to his massive size. The initial, awkward burning stretch gradually gives way to a searing, desperate heat. I squeeze my eyes shut, panting through the discomfort until he is buried to the hilt.

"Are you okay?" He breathes out, his thumb gently swiping across my flushed cheek.

"Yes. Please move." I whisper, opening my eyes to meet his intense stare.

He slowly pulls out, then slides back in. The air rushes out of my lungs. The friction sparks a fresh wave of blinding heat. He lowers his head to my chest, taking my nipple into his mouth. He sucks and bites the sensitive peak while his hips establish a steady, relentless rhythm. He hooks my knees securely over his muscular arms, adjusting his angle to plunge deeper and faster.

I claw at his broad back, unraveled by the deep, internal friction. The pain is gone, replaced by an immense, mind-numbing pleasure. He brands my core with every single fierce thrust, his sweaty body heavy and hot against mine.

"More, Kael. I want more." I cry out to the empty room, my voice hoarse.

His brutal pace wrecks me. His skin is slick with sweat, the sound of our bodies slapping together echoing loudly in the quiet bedroom. He pounds into me, his cock stretching my tight walls with every punishing stroke. My back arches off the mattress, my breasts bouncing wildly with his forceful movements. My pussy clamps down hard on his thick length, chasing the elusive edge.

The intense stimulation becomes too much to bear. My climax hits like a freight train, ripping through my nerve endings. I scream his name, my inner muscles spasming tightly around his cock.

"Fuck!" Kael shouts, his thrusts turning shallow and erratic.

His cock jerks deep inside me, a hot rush of seed flooding my womb as he crashes over the edge right alongside me. He collapses onto my chest, his massive weight pressing me into the mattress. Our harsh, ragged breaths fill the silent space.

In the heavy, sweaty aftermath, the haze of pure lust finally clears. Harsh reality crashes down on me with the force of a physical blow. The adrenaline fades, leaving behind a cold, twisting knot in the pit of my stomach.

I just lost my virginity to Kael. The guy who has made my high school life a living hell. My lifelong bully. He has mocked me, humiliated me, and tormented me for years. And tonight, I let him strip me bare. I spread my legs for him. I practically begged him to fuck me.

My chest tightens, a sudden panic spiraling in my mind. My breathing hitches, growing shallow and fast. What did I just do? How am I supposed to face him tomorrow? Is this just another sick joke? Will he use this to destroy whatever is left of my reputation? The thoughts race through my brain, terrifying and loud.

Sensing my rapid shift in mood and the frantic beating of my heart beneath him, Kael shifts his weight. He pulls me closer, firmly tucking my head against the warm, sweaty expanse of his chest. His large arm wraps around my waist, holding me secure against his side.

"Stop thinking so hard. Just go to sleep." He whispers, his voice unusually soft in the quiet room.

His large fingers brush against my scalp, rhythmically smoothing my tangled curls. He untangles the knots, his touch shockingly tender for a guy who has spent years making me feel worthless. The gentle caress feels foreign, yet I cannot find the strength to push him away. I close my eyes, my exhaustion weighing heavy on my bones. Lulled by his intense body heat and the steady, calming thumping of his heartbeat beneath my ear, my panicked thoughts slowly begin to quiet down. I focus on the rise and fall of his chest, the rhythmic stroke of his fingers in my hair. That is exactly how I eventually drift off, wrapped in the arms of the boy who broke me.

So, why did I wake up the next morning to find the bed empty and Kael gone?