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punishment.
    Searing pain dwindled and I could finally enjoy this new experience. Somehow he'd managed to withhold his climax, making his sex everlasting.
    "
Melody, oh god, baby, your pussy feels amazing, sweet god almighty
." Sweat gathered on his forehead and concentration etched his face. Slamming his pelvis against mine, his backside twisted as his cock drilled deep, the head jabbing, punishing.
    Oh god Preston. Preston, Preston, yeah fuck me, Preston. Give it to me.
    "Ah, baby, fuck. Oh fuck! I'm gonna come, baby." More twisting, writhing as Preston shouted and chanted my name, brutally ramming me with his weapon. Faster he went, riding, bouncing and jostling me. Faster, faster, faster.
    Harder, harder,
harder
.
    His jostling and ramming launched me to full-blown orgasm. My hips swayed with each slam. I bit my lip, tasted blood as I stifled screams. And he continuously fucked me with his huge unforgiving cock, merciless in his destruction of my virginity.
    Overkill.
    "Ah, fuck, ah, ah, ah, Christ! Here it is. It's coming, baby,
it's coming
---" With a final slam, Preston's cock shuddered and blew. His backside trembled, jerking erratically as he succumbed to a powerful climax. His cock pulsed, bursting with heated cum, spurting ejaculate and giving me every ounce he possessed.
    "Ah
fuck
! Melody!" Even his orgasm felt extraordinary. His cock fluctuated, caressing my pussy from inside out.
    "You---are
so fucking hot
. I can't get enough." His face scarlet, Preston pulled out and fell next to me, draping an arm over his weary eyes. His chest went up and down with his heavy breathing.
    Preston's cum gushed from my vagina and saturated my inner thighs.
    "Dear god in heaven," he rasped. "Melody, Melody, Melody. You turn me on so damn much. I thought my dick would
never
stop squirting."
    "I know, and I thought it'd never stop hurting. Thank goodness it did.”
    "Are you alright?" he asked after a moment, lifting his arm and turning his head to regard me. Sweat trailed down his face. "I didn't hurt you too badly, did I?"
    "No, I'm okay." I sat up and peered downward. Just as I thought, blood caked my thighs.
    Preston had obliterated my virginity. Murdered it.
    And I loved him to pieces.
    * * * *
    I stared at myself in the bathroom mirror. Rose-colored hickeys and bite marks blemished my neck. Looked like I'd been mauled by a rabid animal.
    If Chelsea doesn't know Preston's fucking me, she soon will. What will she say?
    That afternoon I found Preston in the kitchen. He was shirtless, his head in the fridge as he rummaged for something. He brought out a bottle of beer and unscrewed the lid.
    Pop
.
    Whipping his head back, he gulped the beer. Then he cast a sexually ravenous gaze my way, letting me know how horny he was.
    He was
always
horny.
    "Where's Chelsea?" I asked.
    "Who the fuck cares?" A grin spread on his face. "I only care about fucking you." His gaze shifted toward the bedroom at the end of the hall.
    "She's going to catch us. You know she will."
    "I don't care." He swaggered over to me, folding his arms around my waist and running a hand up my backside. "I love you, baby."
    "Love you too, Preston."
    Backing up, he took another swig of his beer and held it in his cheeks. He slanted, lifted my face to his and kissed me. With our lips sealed together, Preston flooded my mouth with beer, passing it along as his lips caressed mine in a thrilling kiss. In snaked his tongue.
    I swallowed his gifted drink.
    This was an unusual kiss, but it got me wet and ready.
    He took a final swig, gave me another sensuous kiss. Beer surged from his mouth to mine. Greedily I gulped. Preston's fingers explored my waistline, traveling up the sides of my breasts. His pelvis gyrated against my belly, his cock hardening.
    "
Mmm
, Melody. My sweet little Melody," he whispered in my ear, holding me, making my body sway with his.
    A door slammed, rumbling the floor below my feet. Preston rushed over and peered past the corner.
    Chelsea was home. My