helpless~

Part 2

     "M- Maybe we should...mmm... Go to your room?" you ask, letting out a whimper. 
        He simply nods, holding your hand on the way there and looking at you like he wants to devour you. He throws you onto the bed, making you squeal in surprise. "I want you... I'll make you mine, babydoll..." He whispers and literally tears your tights off your legs. The amount of force he's using begins to scare you. 
       Your dress is the next to go. Thankfully, he manages to keep it in one piece. Now you're fully exposed, except for a thin lace bra which he makes quick work of. He's straddling you at this point, and you can feel his erection straining in his jeans. "You're so fucking gorgeous." He growls as he trails his fingers down your naked body.
       His clothes come off quickly. Every touch is fleeting; every brush of your lips is too rushed. 
       "It's been too long, sweetheart. You're so gorgeous. I might have to skip the foreplay... Why haven't we done this sooner?" He asks, with a slight growl and pounces on you. He starts grinding his cock against your opening. It's nice but your eyes widen when you realise exactly how big he is. You were not expecting it to be so thick or so long, and you find yourself wondering how on Earth that is going to fit inside you. "Mmm... You're going to feel me for days. You'll be so wrecked when I'm through with you..." He's pressing harder, sending chills of pain throughout your body and your heart is racing. You want to back out, but it must be too late now. He starts to force it in you and it's too much too soon- you cry out in pain. 
        "It's okay, it will be better soon, it's just been a while-" he begins to soothe you, his eyes closed and running his hands over your arms. 
          "No, no, no- I'm a virgin. I'm a virgin, Daveed." You blurt out. 
            "You're what?" He stops instantly and pulls out to scoop you up in his arms. 
            "I've never had sex. I'm sorry... I'm sorry I didn't tell you!" tears practically falling out as you admitted it. "I thought it would be fine, but you were being so rough, and you were bigger than I expected and..." You trail off, pressing your face into his bare shoulder. 
              "Oh my God, I'm so sorry!" He strokes your hair, kissing your forehead softly. "I'm so, so sorry. I shouldn't have assumed that you'd done this before. I don't know what I was thinking. Why didn't you tell me? I would have made it better for you." 
               "I don't know." You sigh. "I wanted everything to go smoothly, I wanted to be perfect..for you," you tell him as a tear runs down your face.
                "That worked out really well." He says sarcastically, trying to pull a joke. He must have noticed your troubled expression because he adds, "I'm not mad at you, babe. Don't worry. Just be straight with me in the future, okay?" 
                   You nod meekly, and then smile at him, which he returns happily. Then he wraps you in another hug. "I didn't say we had to stop. I only said we should go slower." You murmur, glancing at him and biting your lower lip. 
                  "Will you be okay if I touch you?" he asks cautiously. He seems more nervous than you are, now. You find yourself unable to believe that he cares about you so much. 
                    "Yes," you breathe out.