how amazing you are.” He said in a husky voice as his lips found mine. I tried to press my lips together but his tongue forced its way into my mouth. I could taste my salty sweet juices on his lips. I tried to make him stop but every time I struggled, he became more forceful. I bucked my hips against him and he grinded back into me. He looped his fingers in my panties and tugged at them, ripping them off my body. He pressed against my entrance, slowly. He was much larger than I had expected. He held still, partially inside of me as we kissed. When I relaxed my body, he slowly rocked his hips into me. After a few moments, I began to rock mine with his as he pushed deeper and deeper into me. “Harder?” he asked, making sure I could handle him.
“Yes” I breathed and he pushed his hips more forcefully against mine. I cried out and he continued grinding harder and harder into me until he was fully inside. I pulled desperately against the belt, wishing I could touch him.
He suddenly stopped, pulling himself out of me. I watched him as he grabbed at the dresser next to me and pulled a small foil packet from the drawer. He ripped it open and slid the condom down over himself in one quick motion. “If I get to rough you need to let me know.” I bit my lip and nodded. “Answer me!” he commanded.
“Yes, Sir” I breathed in a low moan. He pushed hard, filling me again as he rammed his body against mine. He did not try to be gentle. His thumb found my pleasure spot and he rubbed in small circles. I felt my body tightening around him and he moaned, clenching his jaw as he kept perfect rhythm. My body began to buck uncontrollably beneath him but he did not slow. As I came again he pushed harder and harder, collapsing on top of me as he panted in to my ear.
He lazily reached for the belt and freed my hands.
Chapter Thirteen
I rubbed my wrists gingerly as he got off the bed and pulled on his jeans. He picked up my pants and shirt and tossed them on the bed, not looking me in the eye. I shrugged my clothes on quickly wondering what I had done wrong. He grabbed my torn panties from the floor and slid them into his dresser drawer then quickly exited the room. I finished getting dressed and followed behind him. He was at the island in the kitchen, pouring himself another shot. I walked up behind him, wrapping my hands around his waist.
“Don’t” he said quietly as he pushed my hands away. He slammed back another shot and I felt mortified.
“Did I do something wrong?” I asked, worried that he had not enjoyed himself as much as I had. That was not exactly how I had pictured my first time, but I did not regret it. He did not answer, just stared off into the distance. “I’m going to go. I don’t live far from here.” I said, letting my voice trail off. He poured another drink, never taking his eyes off the bottle. I slinked out of the front door, this time he did not try to stop me. I made my way down the dimly lit staircase. I realized my books where still in his car but I decided to leave them. It was taking all of my strength not to break down and cry. I just wanted to get as far away from here as possible. I pulled out my phone but realized I had no one to call. I crossed my arms over my chest and walked quickly towards my house. The effects of the alcohol had all but worn off and I wished that they had not.
I could see headlights reflecting of the building in front of me as a car pulled up beside me and stopped.
“Get in.” Mr. Honor said angrily. I refused to look at him and began walking faster. His car slowly rolled beside me as I continued. “Get in!” he yelled louder and I could tell he was really pissed off.
“Fuck off!” I yelled back, surprising myself. He slammed his car into park and jumped out. I stopped, wondering what he was going to do as he stalked towards me. He was only wearing his jeans and nothing else. “Leave me alone.” I yelled angrily