NOVA POV
My cheek is smashed into the cold desk, his grip bruising in my hair. He pulls out and for a second my chest seizes. I think he’s done, that he’s realized what I’ve been hiding.
A virgin.
My pussy has never taken a cock before, and now his thick shaft is the first thing splitting open. I can’t breathe from how raw it feels.
Then I hear it, wet and erotically obscene. His spit. A second later the fat head of his cock slides through my slit, slicking up, dragging over my clit until my hips roll back against him without my permission.
"Fuck,"
I whimper, grinding, needy even through the sting. My folds are soaked, my cunt trembling for him, clenching on nothing.
And then he drives into .
One brutal thrust. My scream tears out of , muffled against the wood as pain rips through my body, sharp and scorching.
My virgin cunt squeezes tight around him, fighting to keep him out, but he doesn’t let go. He drags out slowly, my walls gripping him like a vice, and shoves back in harder.
"Ahhh—fuck—too big—oh God—"
The sting makes my eyes water, but the stretch...the stretch is so fucking good I can’t stop shaking my ass back against him, begging for more even as tears spill down my cheeks.
His cock is pushing inside , stretching so wide I’m screaming into the wood.
"Ahhh — fuck — too big"
"Shut up and take it," he growls, his palm cracking across my ass. The slap burns but my pussy gushes, wet and ssy, dripping down my thighs.
He slams deeper. I choke on my own moan. My cunt is spasming around him, walls gripping and fighting hard in pleasure, but he just forces more cock inside.
"Fuck — yes — split open—"
"That’s it, Nymph," he snarls, pounding , each thrust slapping loud and filthy in the quiet office. "Bleed on my cock. Make it mine."
I claw at the desk, screaming, drooling, my hips jerking back to et him even as tears stream down my face. Pain. Pleasure. No difference now. Just his cock owning .
He spits on my hole, shoves harder.
"Listen to that. So fucking wet. You were made for this dick."
"Yesss — oh fuck yes — more — harder —"
He yanks my wrists up behind like he’s cuffed , body folded, ass up, cock drilling until I’m seeing stars.
My clit grinds on the desk edge and I scream again, cunt clenching, squirting, soaking everything.
"Cum, Nymph. Cum on ."
"I’m cumming — ahhh — fuck — I’m cumming—"
He yanks out so fast my pussy cries, clenching on nothing, sloppy wet. Before I can even gasp he spins , shoves down on my knees between his legs.
His cock, thick and dripping with my ss, smacks my lips.
"Open that fucking mouth."
I do, drool spilling down my chin. He fists my hair, shoves it in deep, stretching my throat raw. I gag and choke, eyes watering, spit bubbling, but his cock owns my mouth just like it owned my cunt.
"Take it — yeah, fucking choke — " He rams faster, his balls slapping my chin. I’m moaning around his shaft, gagging but wetter than ever, pussy clenching air. I want him everywhere.
He pulls out of my mouth with a pop, strings of spit hanging. My lips are swollen, my throat raw, and he slaps his cock across my face, saring my spit and his pre-cum all over my cheeks.
"On the floor. Now. Ass up."
I obey, knees scraping tile, face pressed to the cold floor. He kicks my legs wider, grabs my hips, and plunges back inside so hard my scream echoes off the office walls.
"Fuckkk — yes — oh God yes!"
He’s rciless. The sound of skin slapping skin, wet squelches, his grunts and my screams — it’s filthy, raw, endless. His hand cracks across my ass again, harder this ti, leaving fire in its wake.
"Say it. Say you’re my Nymph."
"I’m your Nymph! Fuck — I’m your slut — ahhh — don’t stop!"
He growls, pulls out, then flips onto my back like I weigh nothing. My legs are shoved up to my chest, bent wide open. He spits on my clit and slams back in, harder than before, bottoming out until I shriek.
"Good little hole," he snarls, fucking like he wants to break . My nails dig into his arms, but I don’t push away. I pull him deeper. My cunt’s raw, stretched, soaking, but I want more.
He presses his hand to my throat, not enough to stop breathing, just enough to remind he owns it. My eyes roll back, a strangled moan ripping out of as I squirt again, hot streams splashing his stomach.
"ssy little bitch. Look at you."
He laughs, cruel and hungry, never stopping the brutal rhythm. "First cock and you’re already addicted."
"Yesss — fuck yes — I need it — I need your cock — ahhh—"
He lifts , forces over onto the office chair. My ass hangs off the edge, legs dangling wide as he drives back in from standing. The chair squeals, rocking, but all I hear is the filthy slap of his cock inside my dripping cunt.
"Take it. Every inch."
He’s relentless, sweat dripping, body pounding mine into the chair until it nearly tips. I’m gasping, begging, clawing at the armrests while he uses like a fucktoy.
His thumb finds my clit, rubbing hard, fast, cruel, while his cock pistons inside . The mix is too much and my vision whites out, body convulses, cunt locking down on him as I cum screaming his na.
He doesn’t stop. He pounds harder, forcing orgasm after orgasm out of until I’m crying, shaking, soaked. My pussy gushes around him, streams running down the chair and onto the floor.
"God damn — you’re ruined," he growls. "You’ll never take another cock after this."
I can’t even form words. Just gasps, sobs, and moans as he fucks senseless. My body’s jelly, but my cunt still begs, sucking him deeper.
He slams one final ti, buries himself to the hilt, and roars as hot cum floods deep inside , spilling over, dripping out, filling so much it leaks down my thighs.
I collapse, boneless, dripping, ruined but smiling. Because I know this isn’t the end. It’s just the beginning. I miss his dick the second it leaves , my body clenching at the emptiness.
I’m floating — wrecked, sore, drenched in him. My brain’s cotton, my limbs heavy. I barely register the warm towel gliding over my thighs, between my legs, tender swipes that make shiver. The sa hands that had just pinned down are now cleaning with ridiculous care.
The shower hisses in the bathroom, but I can’t move. I’m dead weight in his arms when he lifts , too gone to protest. The office lts into the bedroom, hard desk into soft sheets. He slides sothing over — his shirt, oversized and slling like him — then the mattress swallows whole.
When I drift awake again, the room is dark. My muscles scream when I shift, every ache a filthy reminder of how he ruined . I smile into the pillow, until I hear it.
A soft sound. Feminine and definitely not mine.
My eyes snap open.
I turn my head, heart already pounding, and freeze.
There’s another body in the bed. A brunette. Under the sa covers. On Grant’s bed.
My blood runs cold.
I’m naked beneath his shirt. Bare. Exposed.
My stomach drops through the mattress. My brain screams the only words it can string together: What the actual fuck is going on?
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