up at the base of my abdomen, sliding my body over his, both full of salty sweat, knowing that anyone could walk in on us at any moment.
I grabbed Raoul by the wrists, and pushed his arms down to the floor.
I pinned him to the thick, dirty, matted carpet, feeling it grazing my knees, making them burn.
As I thrusted, my hair falling out of its band and down over his face, I don’t know where it came from, what part of me suddenly decided it wanted to do this, but in a low, gruff voice, I began to count.
One… two… I began, at the same pace he’d counted out our sit-ups earlier. Three… four…
Raoul watched me, baring his teeth and snarling with animal lust, his eyes widening with each new number.
Five… six…
I thrusted even harder.
Seven… eight…
I felt the sweat dripping from my forehead onto his face.
Nine…
Raoul lifted back his head, all of a sudden, without any warning, rolling his eyes and yelling.
And then I felt him throbbing, the entire length of his magnificent cock, pulsing and pulsing inside me, pushing thick white jets of his potent cum all the way up my long, moist passage.
The sheer strength of that cock, pumping and pumping cum into me, almost lifted me clean off his penis, but I held on to his wrists, hard, and pushed my hips down on him, and let his throbbing bring me, in ecstatic, ever-increasing waves, to the most pleasurable orgasm I have ever experienced.
I fell onto his body in a heap, breathing hard, and rose and fell on his chest as he panted.
I’d done it. I’d unleashed my inner warrior.
The warrior that was in my core.
I smelt the sweat on his skin, let it mingle with my own, and I reached out my tongue, and licked a droplet of sweat off his chest. The tang of it made me moan with pleasure.
‘I love you,’ said Raoul, quietly but meaningfully.
I lifted myself off him, pulling up my black pants, and adjusting my top. I felt his semen leaking out of me, all over my sports knickers.
It was time to go. I wasn’t going to let him hurt me this time. I was a fighter.
As I walked out of the room, leaving him lying on the floor, panting, I decided not to worry about a goodbye. My cheeks were flushed, pink and triumphant. But the further I got, towards the garage door, the more the thoughts began to creep into my mind.
I was full of Raoul’s semen.
I hadn’t used contraception.
I felt the sperm, all 300 million of them, swimming up to my cervix, seeking out the fallopian tubes, determined and ravenous for an egg.
I wouldn’t get pregnant. Surely. I couldn’t have this guy’s baby. There was no way he was father material.
I opened the garage door, and left the building, feeling the saltiness in my knickers, the tears beginning to fall onto my cheeks.
As I looked across the car park I saw Rebecca, twirling her red hair as she handed a piece of paper to Ben, who was smiling and nodding at her, and I just walked straight past them.
Away from Raoul, away from kickboxing, away from this strange new wound I’d found opened up inside me. Knowing that no matter what happened now, I’d found a new sort of inner strength. From great power I’d finally found my vulnerability, and there was the greatest strength of all in that.
But the further away I walked, the less of a lone wolf I began to feel, and I knew what I ached for, now, more than anything. I knew I’d be back to class next week. I knew this fight wasn’t over.
Thank you for reading! Want some more?
If you loved Raoul’s hot, demanding side, why not check out DON’T EVER STOP by Vivie Rock?
Vivie x
————
DON’T EVER STOP
*** A Scorching Erotic Romance ***
Rose is drifting and very single, and her life is going nowhere... She's plagued by the question that so many young women fresh from college ask themselves: where is my life going?
A lucky break at the local newspaper thrusts Rose into the 'glamorous' world of local news reporting. After a night of utter
I grabbed Raoul by the wrists, and pushed his arms down to the floor.
I pinned him to the thick, dirty, matted carpet, feeling it grazing my knees, making them burn.
As I thrusted, my hair falling out of its band and down over his face, I don’t know where it came from, what part of me suddenly decided it wanted to do this, but in a low, gruff voice, I began to count.
One… two… I began, at the same pace he’d counted out our sit-ups earlier. Three… four…
Raoul watched me, baring his teeth and snarling with animal lust, his eyes widening with each new number.
Five… six…
I thrusted even harder.
Seven… eight…
I felt the sweat dripping from my forehead onto his face.
Nine…
Raoul lifted back his head, all of a sudden, without any warning, rolling his eyes and yelling.
And then I felt him throbbing, the entire length of his magnificent cock, pulsing and pulsing inside me, pushing thick white jets of his potent cum all the way up my long, moist passage.
The sheer strength of that cock, pumping and pumping cum into me, almost lifted me clean off his penis, but I held on to his wrists, hard, and pushed my hips down on him, and let his throbbing bring me, in ecstatic, ever-increasing waves, to the most pleasurable orgasm I have ever experienced.
I fell onto his body in a heap, breathing hard, and rose and fell on his chest as he panted.
I’d done it. I’d unleashed my inner warrior.
The warrior that was in my core.
I smelt the sweat on his skin, let it mingle with my own, and I reached out my tongue, and licked a droplet of sweat off his chest. The tang of it made me moan with pleasure.
‘I love you,’ said Raoul, quietly but meaningfully.
I lifted myself off him, pulling up my black pants, and adjusting my top. I felt his semen leaking out of me, all over my sports knickers.
It was time to go. I wasn’t going to let him hurt me this time. I was a fighter.
As I walked out of the room, leaving him lying on the floor, panting, I decided not to worry about a goodbye. My cheeks were flushed, pink and triumphant. But the further I got, towards the garage door, the more the thoughts began to creep into my mind.
I was full of Raoul’s semen.
I hadn’t used contraception.
I felt the sperm, all 300 million of them, swimming up to my cervix, seeking out the fallopian tubes, determined and ravenous for an egg.
I wouldn’t get pregnant. Surely. I couldn’t have this guy’s baby. There was no way he was father material.
I opened the garage door, and left the building, feeling the saltiness in my knickers, the tears beginning to fall onto my cheeks.
As I looked across the car park I saw Rebecca, twirling her red hair as she handed a piece of paper to Ben, who was smiling and nodding at her, and I just walked straight past them.
Away from Raoul, away from kickboxing, away from this strange new wound I’d found opened up inside me. Knowing that no matter what happened now, I’d found a new sort of inner strength. From great power I’d finally found my vulnerability, and there was the greatest strength of all in that.
But the further away I walked, the less of a lone wolf I began to feel, and I knew what I ached for, now, more than anything. I knew I’d be back to class next week. I knew this fight wasn’t over.
Thank you for reading! Want some more?
If you loved Raoul’s hot, demanding side, why not check out DON’T EVER STOP by Vivie Rock?
Vivie x
————
DON’T EVER STOP
*** A Scorching Erotic Romance ***
Rose is drifting and very single, and her life is going nowhere... She's plagued by the question that so many young women fresh from college ask themselves: where is my life going?
A lucky break at the local newspaper thrusts Rose into the 'glamorous' world of local news reporting. After a night of utter
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