Ravage

0.3. NOT JUST ONCE

I was filled from the inside.

It hurt.

A lot.

But I felt complete in a weird way. Filled.

It hurt but I liked having him in me.

I was on top of him.

I was the one who had to move. Something I didn't enjoy much but whatever. His hands on my hips helped me move up and down.

When we changed positions I was glad. I had had no clue what to do on top.

With my back pressed against the hard couch he slid inside me again.

His arms were on each side of my head. His broad body was on me but he held all his weight.

I liked it better that way.

My arms surrounded his broad chest. My hands hard on the skin of his back.

He told me I could claw my nails on him.

I found it funny but I couldn't do it. My nails weren't long enough to do anything anyway.

He told me I could scream all I wanted. 'Scream loud.' He said.

I snorted in my mind. No way I was screaming. His friend was sleeping on the other side of the wall and I didn't have it in me to scream. It would have been fake.

It's not that I wasn't enjoying it, but I wasn't feeling like screaming either.

I wanted him to come. 'Come.' I told him in my mind. 'Come baby, come.'

Soon enough he slid out of me and he came on my stomach and chest. I think some even got to my hair.

That was something I wasn't expecting.

I looked at my skin and touched his cum with my hand.

Was it weird that I wanted to laugh? I didn't know why I found it funny.

"Sorry." He said apologetically. "I couldn't wait any longer."

Does it mean he felt good?

He stood up and went to the toilet. He brought me some paper to help me clean up the cum on me.

We kissed a bit but we stopped when I put my panties back on like he did with his underwear. He went to the toilet and I waited for him. I wanted to go too.

When he went out he found me standing in the short hallway.

He looked at me up and down and came to me.

"You are so beautiful." He told me putting his hands on my hips.

I wasn't really, but I let myself enjoy the moment.

We kissed and then I asked him if I could use the bathroom.

When I peed there was a bit of blood.

I bleed? Because it had been my first time? I knew that it might hurt but I thought that the blood was just a myth. Guess not.

I washed my hands and went out.

Clark was on the couch and signed me to go to him.

I did.

I lied down next to him and he covered us with a blanket.

I put my hands on my lower stomach. I could still feel some kind of pressure, I was still stretched. He wasn't small at all. Every part of his body was large.