Chapter 124
A room, a bed.
Oscar took my hand and guided it downward.
His cock, already hard and throbbing, was fully engorged, hot and rigid. The moment I touched it, it felt like an electric shock, and I quickly pulled my hand back.
Breathing heavily, Oscar grabbed my hand again, forcing me to grip the burning heat.
I could feel the bulging veins on it. His huge cock was almost too much for one hand to hold. He moved my hand up and down, letting out satisfied groans from his throat, his head buried in my chest as he pushed himself between my legs.
Panicking, I tried to stop him with my hands. "Wait… wait… you haven't… you're not wearing a condom."
Since I couldn't avoid this sex, I at least wanted to make sure I wouldn't get pregnant.
He licked my erect breasts, sucking on them until I lost the strength to speak. His muffled words came from my chest, unclear: "I want you, no condom, Emily. I'll take responsibility. I'll only love you in this life."
As soon as he said that, his hard, massive cock forcefully pushed into my vagina, thrusting and rubbing against my pussy.
"No… don't…" My voice trembled as I realized what was about to happen, instinctively wanting to refuse.
But Oscar didn't give me a chance to speak. He sealed my lips with his, skillfully sucking on my tongue, tangling with it tightly. His cock slowly, bit by bit, pushed into my tight, wet entrance.
The pain from the swelling down there snapped me back to reality. I pushed against his chest, which was flushed red with heat, my eyes tearing up, wanting to stop.
With one deep thrust, everything went black before my eyes. A tearing pain hit me instantly, tears streaming out without warning. I dug my nails into his skin, hoarsely shouting, "Stop, stop—it hurts—Oscar, damn it."
I instinctively clamped my legs together. The fullness inside me made me feel so uncomfortable, and the pain pushed my frustration to the limit.
Oscar's face lit up with wild excitement. He must have felt the resistance as he entered. His eyes burned as he looked at me: "Emily, you're a virgin?"
He lowered his head, kissing the tears on my face messily, barely moving below as he stammered, "I'm sorry, I should've been gentler. Don't… don't squeeze so hard, it's gonna break. Just bear with it, it'll stop hurting soon."
Damn it! I felt like snapping his cock off!
I closed my eyes, waiting for the piercing pain to fade, glaring at him through gritted teeth and teary eyes. "You… get out."
I thought sex was supposed to be amazing. No one told me the first time would hurt this much. Right now, I just wanted it to end.
Oscar gently placed his hand over my eyes, his voice low and deep. "Don't look at me like that, I can't handle it. Emily, relax. I'll go slow, and it won't hurt soon."
He guided me to slowly open my legs, pulling out gently. Just as he was almost completely out of me, he leaned down, kissing my lips hard, then slowly, bit by bit, thrust back in.
Oscar, you liar! Weren't you supposed to pull out? Why are you back in?
Kissed by him, I couldn't even curse, only making muffled sounds. The pain down there kept me from moving much. My only free hand clawed at his back fiercely.
Thankfully, the pain started to lessen. As he thrust into my vagina, I even began to sink into this passion.
"Emily, I'll be gentle. Just bear with it." His hot breath brushed against my ear as he softly coaxed me.
How am I supposed to bear this?
Before I could ask, his eyes turned red with desire. His hands, bracing beside me, started to tremble slightly. He tensed his slim waist and slowly began to move in and out.
The pain wasn't as intense anymore. That restless feeling I couldn't grasp earlier became clearer with each of his deeper thrusts. Along with an indescribable pleasure, the wild desire inside me seemed to finally find an outlet, rushing crazily to my pussy.
Sensing my acceptance, Oscar's movements sped up. With each powerful thrust, I felt a deep longing from within. Instinctively, I wrapped my legs around his waist, lifting myself to meet him, moaning and crying out as this unfamiliar sensation took over my body.
Oscar finally stopped holding back. His hands gripped my slender waist, thrusting deep inside over and over, letting out low, pleasing sighs. His expression was dazed: "Emily, you're so soft, so good. Ah—Emily, hold me tight, let me die inside you."
I couldn't say anything, just letting him take what he wanted. My body moved with his rhythm, like a small boat on a vast ocean, tossed up and down by the waves, feeling the suffocation of being overwhelmed, yet also savoring the climax.
His voice grew louder in my ear, turning into a growl. I could feel his release inside me, his cock twitching as he thrust into my vagina.
Exhausted from his relentless demands, I eventually passed out. In a haze, I felt him lift me up and carry me to the bathroom, carefully washing me. I was too tired to move a finger, letting his hands touch every inch of my skin with my eyes closed. After being carried back to bed, his newly hard cock pressed against me again.
This startled me awake. I opened my eyes in panic, staring at him. "You… what are you doing?"
Oscar licked his lips. "Fucking you!"
I quickly pushed his body away. Was I asking if he wanted to do it? No, I was asking what he was up to!
If he kept going like this without any restraint, I was afraid he'd wear himself out completely. "Don't you care about your back?"
Oscar grabbed my hand, guiding it downward. "Don't believe I've got the stamina? How about another 300 rounds?"
I could only plead with a shaky voice. "Please, spare me. I just want to sleep. My whole body aches. If we keep going, I won't be able to handle it."
Oscar let out a deep sigh but still pressed my hand against his cock, settling for less. "Then just use your hand, okay? Just your hand."
I wasn't used to him saying such explicit things in front of me. I closed my eyes, wanting to turn away, but he pulled me into his arms from behind. His hard cock pressed against me, trying to enter my vagina from the back.
I struggled and turned around again, begging helplessly. "No more, I really can't. I give up."
With a wicked grin, Oscar took my hand and placed it on his cock again, guiding me to stroke it up and down. He let out muffled, satisfied groans from his throat. I wanted to shut my ears and eyes, but he got more and more into it with my movements. As my wrist felt like it was about to break, he pulled me tightly into his arms, trembling, holding me closer and closer…