Flower in the thorns

My first time

Turning down the hallway and out of sight of the people in the hall, I immediately shrugged his hand off hard and glared at him indignantly. He looked at me with one hand wrapped around and one hand with his chin, the gentle gentleness of a moment ago disappearing as he looked at me with a raised eyebrow and a malicious grin.

"What do you mean?" I gasped.

"Hmph," he laughed softly, his deep black eyes glinting nastily, "Flora, it means I want to make love to you; there's a room right behind you, and the wedding isn't for another couple of hours, so why don't we try it now?"

Yes, I'm changing my last name to Green today, with a p*****t like him for a brother. His words angered me again; no one was here to see; I didn't have to hold back. I jumped up and slapped him hard across the face; my palm stopped when he grabbed my wrist just before it touched his cheek. I narrowed my eyes and turned my palm into a claw, my fingers curved, and my sharp nails scratched across his face; three white marks immediately appeared on his handsome face. It paused for a moment, and blood immediately oozed out.

He raised his hand and saw the red color on his hand. face immediately grimaced, but he grinned: "I was going to wait until after today; it seems useless." Said one iron palm firmly, clamped my wrists; one hand unscrewed the door handle behind me and dragged me into the lounge.

I couldn't break away from him, panic rising in my heart. Could it be that he wasn't joking or insulting me with his words, but he meant it?

The lounge was small, just large sofas and a low table decorated with the utmost luxury. He swept away the low table with one foot, held me down on the couch with one hand, lifted the hem of my skirt with the other, and pressed his big hand against my petals through my thin white cotton panties.

I gasped backward, squirming desperately to struggle. God, he was crazy; he was going for real! What was going on here? Could Mr. Green's son be a pornographer?

"Hey," he said as he leaned down and squeezed my legs, pressing and rubbing my softness back and forth with his long fingers on the outside of my panties, "the more you struggle, the more it turns me on!"

My belly clenched up nervously; I had never let a man touch me like this before; the hem of my skirt was lifted high around my waist, and the girl's private parts were only exposed to him through the thin white fabric. I was ashamed, angry, and panicked, but he restrained my arms and legs. I couldn't do anything, and in my heart, I despairingly sensed the horrible difference in the power of men and women; no matter how stubborn I tried to be, my body didn't have the corresponding strength to fight back.

I could only threaten him: "Stop it, or I'll scream!"

He laughed even more triumphantly, "Good, shout everyone over, let others see that the son of the person your mom is going to marry is molesting her daughter; well, I think she is so precious to you; she definitely won't marry.? Then it's just as well; the wedding is canceled, just what I want!"

"You!" My eyes reddened with anger; he had indeed captured my only weakness. My mother had always struggled to take care of me in her way, and my rebellion saddened and broke her heart. I wouldn't say I liked her way of being and didn't know how to communicate with her, but I knew how hard it was for her, and I couldn't let my mom's hard-earned happiness disappear. What should I do? What to do?

"Ah!" I shrieked in suppressed horror as he grabbed my panties and yanked them so hard that I felt the skin on my backside almost break with the strangulation, and at the same time, I heard a "snort" as my panties were ripped off raw. The pinkness of my hairy body trembled helplessly as it was exposed to the air and his eyes. His eyes instantly turned dark and intense as he stared into mine as if he wanted to admire my panic, and then he violently pushed a finger into my dry tunnel!

NO! I gasped backward; I must be having a nightmare; a few minutes ago, I was at my mom's wedding, and at this very moment, I was being played with my body by this man I nominally called my brother! No way! I have to do something; I can't just somehow be r***d by this man - by this man!

I squinted, tears streaming out of my eyes as I looked at him pleadingly, "No, please, I've never had one before ...... please ......"

His movements stopped for a moment; the finger that had entered me withdrew, and instead, he gently squeezed and rubbed my sensitive little pearl with his hand; oh! God, the stimulation was so intense, and it was nothing like what I usually felt when I secretly touched it myself with my hand! A searing pleasure like an electric current quickly spread from my lower body and traveled down my legs straight to my toes. My thighs couldn't help but twitch, and my toes tensed up.

This act seemed to please him, and he smiled again, "I'll make you comfortable as long as you behave."

I'm still not going to give up, the p*****t! I cursed him in my heart but didn't dare show it.

I looked at him aggressively and said with tears in my eyes, "Don't, don't, okay? You're at least considered my brother; why are you doing this to me?"

He snorted coldly, and a terrible look appeared on his face again, "Brother? The child of the woman who killed my mother is also worthy of calling me brother?"

I was surprised, "My mother killed your mother? No, it can't be! My mom couldn't even step on an ant!"

He gritted his teeth and leaned forward to press down on me, glaring at me viciously, "If it wasn't for my father being obsessed with your mother and insisting on a divorce, how would my mother have killed herself? It's only been two years since she died and your mother married. My father told me not to make things difficult for my mother. Well, I won't make things difficult for her. I'm also afraid that she won't be able to handle it and will be scared to death by me all of a sudden, then I'll make it up to her for you. What, do you feel aggrieved? Trading your sacrifice for your mother's happiness still seems like a good deal; you'll enjoy it, too!"

How could such a white-knuckle plot come across me? I'll be damned if I'm going to let you play with me obediently!

I let my body soften, no longer struggling, and put on the most pathetic expression, sobbing, "Yes ...... I'm sorry, I don't know, you've been hurt like this, oo...... if it takes my body to make you feel better in your heart a little, I ...... I'm willing ......"

His expression was a bit confused, "Heh, put away your claws? Girls always think they're angels who save the day? Well," he smiled, rubbing my soft private parts with one hand, letting go of my wrist to cover my small round r-room instead, "Anyway, I can't let go of your body right now, be good and I'll be gentle."

I narrowed my eyes, got a free right-hand clenched fist, hard hit him on the cheek while he ate pain, violently pushed him away, and pulled down the dress skirt of the gown while running towards the door. It was hard to run to the door, but I was hit by a strong force behind me, hard pressed against the door panel.

Bleh! The same trick couldn't possibly be pulled off again; this time, it was the end!

"Little wildcat," he pressed my hands, hands clipped back firmly behind me, exhaling in my ear. His voice was initially excellent, full of elegant magnetism; at this time, I sounded cold, "I underestimated you; I didn't expect your weak mother to have such a spirited daughter; this is good, lest I worry about accidentally breaking you."

"You p*****t!" I was panting for breath as the air ran out of my lungs from his pressure, "Your mother didn't dare to live herself. How can you take it out on someone else?"

"That's right! It was indeed her cowardice." He echoed me, "But I'm just going to take it out on you; you mother and daughter get happiness for nothing; there's always a price to pay, isn't there?"

"You!" Perverted and scoundrel, worse than a beast, I was in a hurry, "You're r****g, you know that?!"

He responded with a sneer, then lifted my skirt with one hand, wrapped it around my waist, and lifted my hips; I felt something burning hard yet with a soft skin against my privates that was parting from side to side, trying to enter me.

"No!" I screamed in desperation and began to get hysterical, "No! Help! Help ...... ah!"

My voice stopped violently. It was over. It was already too late.

Pain and humiliation caused me to let out a scream before I closed my mouth tight, refusing to add to his pleasure with my voice anymore.