NOVPUBColleen gasped as the first warm splash landed on her cheek, then another hit her lips.
Within seconds, her face was coated—his essence streaked across her flushed skin, dripping from her chin, tangled in the strands of her hair, and trailing lower, down the delicate curve of her neck to her bare breasts.
One long ribbon of it landed squarely on her tongue, catching her off guard.
"Hak—hak," she coughed, half-gagging, half-sputtering, trying to clear her throat.
Her eyes were wide, blinking through the mess as if surprised by just how much there was.
Ross watched her in excitement, his breath still coming in shallow pants.
"Colleen… you look divine," he whispered. "Like a goddess anointed in lust."
"…" Colleen couldn't answer him—words failed her, lodged somewhere between her trembling lips and the storm inside her mind.
Everything had happened so quickly, too intensely, and now her thoughts were spiraling.
She sat frozen, her body tense and unresponsive as if caught in a dream she couldn't wake from.
Her heart pounded against her chest like a frantic drum, each beat echoing the confusion and fear churning in her stomach.
But more than fear, there was something else—something far more disturbing.
A heat pulsed between her thighs, unmistakable and shamefully undeniable.
Her pussy was soaked, her love juices clinging to her like a silent confession of desire.
She didn't understand why her body was reacting this way. It was wrong.
She didn't even know Ross—he was a stranger, a man whose presence was overwhelming and unfamiliar.
And yet, her body betrayed her, aching in ways it never had before.
This was supposed to be something special. Her first time.
She had always imagined it would be with Thomas—the boy she had cared about, trusted, and dreamed of.
The thought of being taken by anyone else, especially a man like Ross, made her stomach twist.
And yet…her body didn't seem to care. It throbbed with a need that was completely disconnected from the shame and panic flooding her mind.
She inhaled sharply, trying to steady herself, but that only made things worse.
Ross's scent filled her lungs—dark, masculine, maddening.
It clung to her skin, lingered in the air, and seemed to pull something primal from within her.
It wasn't just intoxicating; it was consuming.
Even the memory of his release—its warmth, its smell—lingered inside her like a brand, making her breath hitch and her thighs press together.
Her mind was no longer her own. Her body responded on instinct, every nerve alive with anticipation and dread.
She could feel it—the helpless tension, the terrifying readiness.
Her body was preparing itself, wet and soft and open, as though inviting the very thing she feared.
She hated it. She hated how much she wanted something she didn't choose.
And worst of all, she knew. She knew that once it happened, there would be no going back.
No undoing the fact that Ross—not Thomas—would be the man to claim her first.
And even as tears threatened to form, her body refused to stop trembling… not from fear, but from the dark thrill of what was to come.
She didn't have to wait long for Ross to act.
He reached for her with a slow, deliberate confidence, his fingers brushing beneath her chin to tilt her face upward.
Before she could even process the motion, his lips crashed against hers—hungry, demanding, and utterly dominating.
It wasn't a kiss filled with affection or care; it was possession, pure and unfiltered.
Her breath caught in her throat, her body frozen as her mind tried to keep up with the pace of what was happening.
His hands didn't stay idle.
They slid down her trembling body, gripping her thighs with an almost feral hunger.
In one swift motion, he lifted her off the floor as if she weighed nothing, and carried her across the room.
Her back hit the wall with a soft thud, and her legs instinctively spread into a wide 'V', hanging helplessly in the air as he held her up.
The cool surface behind her was a sharp contrast to the fire consuming her from the inside.
Ross pressed himself between her thighs, and she could feel the heat and weight of his cock, thick and throbbing, already poised at her entrance. 𝓷ℴ𝓿𝓅𝓊𝒷.𝓬𝓸𝓂
There was no warning. No tenderness. Just raw, unchecked dominance radiating from every inch of his body.
"Hey, Thomas," Ross said, turning his head slightly, as if mocking a phantom audience. His voice dripped with contempt and smugness.
"I should thank you. Your girlfriend has the perfect pussy for my cock."
Before she could react, before she could even cry out in protest, he moved.
With a single, brutal thrust, he slammed into her unprotected pussy—hard and fast, all fifteen inches of his cock forcing its way into a space that had never been entered before.
"Ahhhhh!" Colleen screamed. The sound tore from her throat like a wounded animal, her entire body arching in pain.
The stretch was unbearable—white-hot and searing—as if her body were being split apart from the inside.
Tears welled in her eyes instantly, blurring her vision, her hands scrambling for something to hold onto as she tried to process the sheer force of what he had done.
It felt endless—his cock drove so deep that she thought it might pierce her very soul.
Her nails dug into his back as her legs quivered around him, trying to adjust to the invasion.
Her breathing was erratic, short gasps broken by whimpers as every inch of her body struggled to cope with the shock.
Ross didn't give her time to recover.
He stayed buried inside her, unmoving for a moment, savoring the way her tight walls clenched around him.
She could feel every twitch of his cock, every vein throbbing against her most sensitive inner walls.
And worse than the pain, worse than the shame, was the heat building deep in her core—an involuntary reaction her mind screamed to reject but her body couldn't deny.
Colleen felt violated, used, and humiliated—but at the same time, horrified by how her traitorous body was starting to respond.
And Ross knew it. He saw it in her eyes, felt it in the way her walls trembled around his cock.
A dark smile curved across his face as he pulled back, readying himself for the next thrust.
