Gina
He presses the tip of his c**k between my folds, and I gasp at the contact. I’m dry from fear, my body refusing to prepare itself for what’s coming. The resistance only seems to please him, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth.
“Love me, hate me,” he snarls, his hips pushing forward with determined pressure. “It makes no difference. You’re mine now.”
The pain when he enters me is sharp and immediate, a burning tear that radiates outward from my core. I cry out, my back arching involuntarily as my body tries to escape the invasion. His hand comes down hard on my thigh, the slap echoing in the quiet room.
“Don’t tense,” he warns, his voice tight with restraint. “Relax. If you are a virgin, you’ll only be hurting yourself.”
As if I have any control over how my body resp
