Broken Fighter: BBW, New Adult Romance (6 page)

“You’re the devil, aren’t you.” It was a declaration, not a question. Jackson was already convinced. He knew his size would hurt her yet all he wanted to do was bury himself to the hilt inside her hot tightness until she screamed his name seconds before he filled her with his seed. His entire being cried out with a primal need to bathe her womb in his DNA. “Turn around. Get on your knees.” The words hung in the air, hoarse and brutal, a full second before Jackson recognized the voice as his own.
 

You’ve let the evil in
, an inner voice taunted him as he watched Emily move passed him to the far side of the tub. With her back to him, she glanced over her shoulder before kneeling down, resting her arms on the tub’s rim, her lower back sloped and her round, unmarked, pale, full and beautiful bottom angled up in flagrant invitation. Her knees parted, making the swell of her sex more visible as she angled her shoulders down.
 

“Damn you…,” Jackson swore under his breath as he sank to his knees behind her, unsure to whom he spoke. His cock’s head had swollen from its denied need, making its bulbous roundness larger than normal. Positioning himself behind her, he felt the shower’s hot water beat his back as he placed his cock’s head at the entrance of her swollen folds. Sliding himself forward along her slit, he felt the hard nub of her clit, felt her jerk, before pulling himself back to sink deeper within her outer lips until his engorged head rested firmly against the tight, ringed opening of her pussy’s mouth. Releasing his cock, he twisted one large hand in her thick hair, eliciting a whimper from her, while anchoring his other at her round hip.

Jackson pushed, forcing Emily’s pussy to open from the brutish intrusion of his cock’s thick head. The trembles of her body were exquisite, and her tightness enveloped him like a vice both painful and delicious.
 

She’ll always remember my name. Her very soul will be branded.
She whimpered yet he held her steady and in place to receive his long length, his imposing girth. He would not take it easy on her despite his large size. She would take him; she would learn to take him, to accept him fully. He would see to it.

When the ridge of his head pushed past her tight ring, he gasped as he felt her body clamp down hard behind the hood of his shaft. He knew that if he were to withdraw, it would hurt her as much as it had to penetrate her.

“Wait…oh, wait. You’re too big,” Emily panted, her voice tight.

Jackson’s body went stiff, his grip leaden. “You begged for my cock. You’re going to take it. You’re going to feel it. And, you’re going to finish it.” He felt her tremble with his hands and his cock. “I’m going to fuck you,” he said, his voice deepening. “It’s going to hurt.” She whimpered at his words and it felt exquisite, his cock’s head resonating with each breath she took, her every heart beat. “Tell me to continue,” he demanded. “Tell me to fuck you. Tell me to take your virginity. Tell me it’s mine.”

“Yes, it’s yours. It’s yours,” she whispered, with a pleading lilt in her voice, begging him to find a solution that didn’t exist, her body trembling with the effort to have him inside of her.

“Tell me to fuck you,” Jackson demanded again. “Tell me to push deeper. Tell me you want my cock. Tell me you want it to hurt.”

His graveled voice was exquisite torture over Emily’s tormented body. She thought she would die if Jackson pulled out yet taking him seemed insurmountable. She had never known such a feeling of overwhelming fullness.
 

Squeezing her eyes tight, she fought with the knowledge that she’d likely be dead in three days. She’d be dead without ever having lived. “Fuck me,” she whispered. “Fill me, please. I need you. I need all of you! Don’t leave me…. Please don’t leave me!” Her breath caught in her throat. There it was, what she really wanted, what she really needed—to not be left to face her death alone. Her virginity was all she had to give in trade. Jackson shifted behind her and her eyes rolled back in her head as a long moan flowed up from her depths, her fingers curling as pleasure fought to win the race over her senses.

Jackson’s grip tighten a split second before she felt him
push
. She cried out as searing pain filled her, his thick girth forcing her body’s muscles to stretch in ways she had never known.
 

“Take me,” Jackson growled, his body rigid, muscles popping on his thighs and arms as beads of sweat mixed with the shower’s spray. “Take my cock, all of it. You’re so fucking tight,” he groaned, forcing deeper inch after slow, tight inch of his cock, watching as it disappeared inside the vice grip of Emily’s untried pussy.
 

When Jackson’s rock hard hips finally reached the softness of her curved bottom, he groaned, breathing hard and fast as he struggled to maintain some small fraction of his male pride by not coming inside her before she was ready for him to let go the seed that ached his balls. “You’re such a fucking tease,” he whispered, folding himself over her back to rest his head between her shoulders. “How can anyone have a pussy as sweet as yours and not let a man have a taste as soon as he meets you? God,” he exclaimed through clenched teeth, “you feel good, so fucking good.”
 

Panting in short, fast breaths, Emily’s entire body trembled as she struggled to adapt to Jackson’s presence inside of her, his length, his girth. Her fingernails dug into the unyielding porcelain of the tub as she closed her eyes, whimpering. Having him inside of her was almost beyond what she could endure and yet, she could not bring herself to ask him to stop. As long as she had him inside of her, she was not alone. As long as she had him inside of her, he would protect her.

Lifting his head from where it rested, Jackson straightened his back and tightened his grip on Emily’s hip once more. Though his balls still ached with the heaviness of unshed seed and his cock could feel every tremble, breath and heartbeat from Emily’s body, he finally had control of himself once more. Determined to fuck his young virgin properly, determined to make her first time more than just a flash moment that ended too soon, Jackson had overcome his intense need to release.
 

With a slow deliberate pace that had Emily’s hands once more reaching blindly as if searching for an escape from the intensity of taking his cock, Jackson pulled his hips away, dragging the length of his shaft nearly all the way out of her, before pushing himself back inside her depths. Her muscles quivered around him as they did their best to hold him still within her, a futile endeavor. He pulled his length out again, reveling in how it looked for his long shaft to unveil itself before sheathing itself within her body once more.
 

His stroke quickened and soon he felt her internal muscles ease as exhaustion took its place over her body’s extreme exertion to keep his intrusion at bay. Her body was finally beginning to accept his intrusion inside of her. “That’s it,” he praised, “take my cock like a good girl.”
 

Reaching around her hip, Jackson found her tight nub with the tips of his fingers. Stroking it, sliding the flats of his fingers around it before squeezing and rolling it, he was rewarded by a gasp from Emily, her back arching and her knees pushing out in an attempt to spread herself wider for him, hampered only by the confines of the tub. She moaned.

“That’s my girl,” Jackson encouraged as he strengthened his stroke, picking up speed and rocking her body forward with his thrust. He watched as her fingers curled against the hard tiles in a different way, in a way that said that her pain was beginning to slip into pleasure. His hips quickened to match the speed at which he stroked the side of her clit. Inside her depths, she was slick and hot. Soon, his hips began to slap the soft flesh of her bottom, his thrusts quickening, growing stronger, as below him, Emily panted. “Tell me what you want,” he growled, demanding to hear her throaty voice.

“I…ohhh, I…I need to come. I need to, I need to come. Please let me come!” Emily’s eyes rolled back in her head as her nails scratched at the tub. “Please, oh, please!”

“Beg me to fuck you,” Jackson’s gruff voice commanded, his fingers stroking the sides of Emily’s clit a little harder, a little faster, as her body writhed beneath him.

“Fuck me! Please fuck me!” Emily begged as the pressure deep within her belly coiled and tightened, her clit throbbing and aching.

“Is my cock too big for you? Is it hard to take?” Jackson asked as he pummeled his full length into her soft, slightly resistant heat.

“Yes!” Emily exclaimed as her pussy screamed at the abuse of being forced to take his invasion even while aching for each driving thrust he made into her core. The tops of her heavy breasts slapped into the rise of the tub’s back with each of Jackson’s thrusts, matching the sound of his hips slapping against the creamy, full cheeks of her upturned bottom.
 

Jackson adjusted his position, sliding his hand a little lower down Emily’s pussy until he reached his driving shaft. Timing himself, he sank one long finger into her depths, hard and fast, the pad of his finger pressing against her upper wall. Her body bucked and she screamed in surprise and pain. Keeping his finger anchored, he continued to fuck her with a force normally saved for hardened whores made soft by too many riders.
 

“Nooo!” she cried, unable to handle the added girth that stretched her.

“Shhhh,” Jackson hissed through gritted teeth, his hips a staccato slap on her soft cheeks. “Your little pussy’s mine; you need to learn that. I will take you any way I want to.” Inside her, he curled the tip of his finger until it pressed into the soft swell of tissue that marked the core of her sex.

Emily’s head jerked back, a primal cry spilling from her throat as intense pleasure surged from the epicenter of Jackson’s finger. Her body jerked and bucked but Jackson rode her, sticking to her as the wave of consuming pleasure threatened to drown her. His finger pressed and milked that sweet swollen spot inside of her as her body broke down to convulsive twitches. His thumb found her engorged nub and rolled over it, sparking another torrent of ecstasy, her voice crying out to echo against the walls of the small bathroom.
 

Tears flooded Emily’s cheeks as she was consumed by an orgasm unlike any orgasm she had ever given herself in the private stillness of the night all alone. Every inch of her body was alive, every nerve ending on fire with energy beyond her control. Inside of her, she felt Jackson’s cock thicken, growing harder and more demanding as his large finger slipped free of her tight confines. She felt his large, rough hand twist and tighten in her hair once more, his other hand solid on her hip as his hips pummeled into her with renewed force, causing her breasts to flop and slap into the tub’s wall once more.
 

“Emily,” Jackson growled a half second before his hot seed claimed her. Pumping with each surging release, he thrust to his full depth inside of her to plant his DNA, willing it to make the journey to her untried womb. He needed to be the first man she
knew
, the first man to mark her female essence, to stake ownership of her as a breeder. His balls ached from the delayed release but at least his body was sated. He folded himself over her delicate back, wrapping his strong arms around her to hold her tight.
 

“I’m going to use you again later,” Jackson’s voice, low and demanding, whispered into her neck.

Emily’s body trembled, answering him with her own need, her pussy spasming in acceptance around his softening cock. While her pussy throbbed, sore from its use, she already ached to have him inside of her again, using her again, seeking his pleasure from her again.
 

Unfolding himself from her, Jackson helped Emily stand, his dark, hungry eyes drinking in every inch of the girl he had just made a woman. Surprise filled him that he wanted her more now than he had before taking her virginity. His excitement in a woman usually waned after taking his fill of her.
 

Sliding a strong arm around the curve of her supple waist, he pulled her softness against his lean, unyielding strength. With a finger under her chin, he lifted her face and immediately lost himself in her large eyes, his chest growing tight. Dipping his head, he tasted her sweet lips, luxuriating in the fullness of them that mirrored so much of the rest of her. Almost timidly, he felt her hands on his trim waist as her head tilted back further, her mouth opening in invitation for him to take his fill of her. And he did, taking her, deep and slow, moving his hand to cup the back of her head. When the kiss ended, his lips lingered on hers. “If I hurt you, I’m glad,” he said, his voice thick with renewed and growing need. Her eyes went wide, shocked at his honesty. “I don’t care who has you after me…when he takes you, I want you to
feel
me,
think
of me.”

Color flooded Emily’s cheeks as her eyes fluttered and her lips parted, her heart pounding in her chest at Jackson’s searing words. She knew he was right. He had imprinted himself on her; her insides throbbed as if his undeniable girth still filled her.
 

Rising to her toes, she lifted her mouth to his and he met her, his mouth bruising against hers. A second later, her body was pressed against the shower wall, her thighs open, her hips tilted forward, and his cock thrust itself like a sword to its hilt inside her used pussy. He rode her hard, mercilessly, driving himself like a piston inside her swollen and aching pussy until she cried out her pleasure and his name.

A half hour later with their shared desires washed free from their bodies, Jackson and Emily lay tangled in bed together. One of her nipples was swollen and red from the hard suckling given it by Jackson and he bore the marks of her nails across his back. As she molded herself to his warmth, her bare, round bottom pressed into his groin, he wanted to do more to her, he wanted to own her completely. His imagination heard the cry of her voice as he took her anal virginity, his teeth scoring her shoulder as he buried himself inside of her, but where his will was ready, his body had succumbed to an exhaustion that pulled him down into darkness as surely as a wet blanket would drown a man in black waters. So, instead of stealing more of Emily’s innocence, he wrapped her in his strong arms, holding her to him as sleep pulled him down into sweet oblivion.