Mistaken 3
Amelie was certain she'd somehow gotten caught in some strange dream, or nightmare. The dark and dangerous looking stranger had begun to speak mad, impossible things. He was going to tame her? Fuck her? He wanted her mouth wrapped around his…? He was taking off his clothes! The cock he had mentioned was… large. Beautiful. Terrifying. She didn't wait to protest, simply turned and tried to escape. She had barely time to gasp as he lunged at her and toppled them both to the gym mats on the floor. Small mercies, the mats kept her delicate flesh from bruising as he crushed her with his weight, his hard muscled, naked body pinning hers. The sweaty, musky scent of him overwhelmed her. It wasn't a bad smell, just terribly male, and it hit her almost like a physical blow. She panted and it only drew his scent deeper into her flared nostrils and mouth. His scent was deep into her lungs, and her hips bucked in response.
She couldn't let him do this! Gerard! She had to think about Gerard! He would be so upset if he knew about this! Amelie struggled more wildly trying to throw the unknown thug off her. She tried to wiggle away from his body. His flesh was so hot, it nearly branded her through the thin layer of cloth that was her dress. He was so strong! Too strong, his body trapping her in the strength of his sudden, steel like embrace. He kissed her, tangling his hands in her dark hair, pulling it from the tidy ballerina bun she normally kept it in, letting it pour out of it's confinement to flood like a messy pool of dark water on the floor. He was pulling her close and tight. In desperation she struggled even harder. Frantically she squirmed, and twisted, but that only made him kiss her harder while one of his hands went to the hem of her dress skirt and pushed up the silky fabric, As she tried to catch her breath, his hand rubbed between her thighs, stroking her shamefully wet sex in a way that made her knees weak.
"STOP!" She slapped and clawed, letting out a ragged cry as his fingers probed beneath her panties and slid into her! She felt her breath whine in her throat as his digits stroke inside her. Rough and delicious… No! It shouldn't feel… It shouldn't feel… Her inner walls trembled and grew tight on the invading fingers trying to pull them deeper into her. Oh! Her hips bucked and she died a little as she humped his fingers, wanting to beg for more.
"You are so wet and ready. I love how you are so tight on my fingers. I can't wait to bury myself into this sweetness." His growl was almost a purr and she bucked and twisted, moaning her protest as he continued to pump his relentless fingers into her, fucking her with his hand as he caught her mouth with his own.
Her muffled cries seemed to only spur him on. He dragged the panties down, and Amelie tried to press her thighs together, crossing her knees to trap the lacy scrap of material. He bit her lower lip and hummed in pleasure, and almost casually ripped her panties away. Her protests went unheeded as he pressed her down onto the mats that lay between them and the cold slick surface of the floor. He spread her legs and maneuvered them over his shoulders, ignoring her kicking except to growl out a laugh. He took a moment to grasp her hips, aligning them with his own, and suddenly his naked sex was large, and lining up with her now exposed pink slit. Her neatly trimmed pussy hair hid nothing, not even the glistening wetness that Amelie could not control.
She had been so long without satisfaction, even though she was fighting, her body was ready for the hard length of the brute who was taking her. Still she fought with the strength of a trained dancer. Any ordinary man she might have bested, but this man was... harder, stronger, relentless. She twisted and bucked and it was useless, he pinned her, pressed his hardness into her, filling her slowly inch by relentless inch, and she couldn't stop him. He pressed her past what she'd ever taken before. Gerard was not this large. She whimpered as he stretched her past comfort, and felt him sink till she was sure she couldn't take any more, until he was finally in her to the hilt. She was crying now. It felt awful. It felt fantastic.
He held her down and ground his groin to hers, letting her feel all of him buried inside her, hard, so hard. So deep… she pounded at him with her fists and he caught her wrists, caught them and forced them over her head while he looked at her, eyes looking deep into her own, while her breath came out in hiccupped sobs, and he began to slowly piston his hips. Drawing out of her and then driving home again. Hard and deep. Fucking her. He leaned down and kissed her again. She whimpered and kissed back. He growled and the vibrations went through her as he drove into her harder and faster. The slap of their bodies was a loud smacking sound, mixed with the wet sound of his sex violating hers. Wet sounds of him fucking her.
She tried not to feel it. She tried not to like it. Her body betrayed her first. Her building orgasm crashed through her making her scream in to his mouth as he kissed her even deeper and rammed his sex into her with rough abandon. Oh god… so good, so good! Why was it so fucking good? No…! She had to fight… to fight…! There was just so much of him… hard and so so much… He filled her, pounded inside her, moved and stretched her… Again…! Her pleasure spiked and she screamed! And he was still going strong. It was too much! Too much! She felt like she'd shatter if he kept going…. Oh god he wasn't even wearing a condom! She felt him shudder in her, his body piercing hers, and she came again as he flooded her with his seed. The wet, molten explosion of him buried into her so deep, she knew it would take.
Part of her despaired. Part of her celebrated. Gerard was sterile. The doctors had confirmed it when they hadn't managed to conceive after years of trying. This man. This stranger. She knew he would do what Gerard could not. He would plant his seed deep inside her, and it would take. She tightened and came again! He was still hard… Still moving… and she screamed against his muscular chest, screamed and bucked, and came. Her body hungry for every drop of him. He buried himself in her relentlessly, and she took him, took him cried for more even as her body shook in aftershocks that built to new crescendos. Oh…! Oh...! nooooo…! OH!
He was filling her again! Hot, molten hot… She screamed! Legs pressed up and knees digging into her shoulders as he pressed her in half and buried himself so hard and deep into her! She could feel his seed overflowing her, he'd spent so much inside her she felt flooded with it. Amelie's eyes were closing as her body finally released in a shuddering finale, muscles like soft noodles, she was limp and barely clinging to wakefulness.
He was crooning to her, sweet things she could barely make out as he somehow still had the strength to scoop her up and carry her away. She didn't know where he was taking her. She didn't care. She could feel his seed dripping from her, so much of it had gotten into her she felt like a full wineskin. Her head rested against his shoulder as he carried her and she surrendered to him, sliding into slumber.
To be continued.