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My arms wrap around his back and squeezes, pressing his naked body as close to me as I can. It gets a little harder to breathe but at least he can’t see me gritting my teeth. His thrusting is getting more intense and the soreness is making it hard for me to endure much longer. I can feel every inch of him inside me, every light twitch of his pulsating dick. I’m unfortunately painfully aware of everything going on. The way he’s digging his chin into my shoulder, how his cock seems to stiffen up just a little bit more with every movement. He’s about to cum. Please hurry up and cum, it hurts.
“Cum inside me, baby. Fill me up.”
I whisper in his ear, trying to appeal to his senses and speed up the process. He likes it when I talk like this. I'm a good girlfriend.
His movements change pace, long, drawn out pull outs, then hard thrusts back in, keeping his member nestled deep inside me. I get some pleasure out of him slamming into my clit, but the sensation is drowned out from the aching discomfort inside me.
“Not yet.”
Fuck.
He pulls out and flips me over onto my stomach, then grabs me by my hips and rams himself back into me. As much as I’m actively trying not to, a pained grunt accidentally escapes my mouth, I can’t hold it back. I need him to finish.
“Please! I… need it now!”
I’m used to lying during the act. I’ve gotten really good at it. It’s not that I don’t theoretically like sex, I get off like any other person. It’s just that I can’t ever seem to get turned on when it matters — with him. It’s probably a me thing, wouldn’t be the first thing I’m bad at. Like how I’m bad at telling the guy who’s fucking me right now that this really hurts, or that I didn’t really want sex tonight either. He was feeling a bit down about a chemistry test though and I want to cheer him up. Telling him no would just make things worse. No biggie, Max. This is what he needs from you. You’re doing good. Not much longer now.
He’s slowing down... oh no. I know what he’s doing, he’s trying to edge.
I lift myself up, planting my elbows onto the mattress and start pushing my ass up against him, in and out. He’s moaning loudly behind me, I hope no one in the dorm hall can hear. His hands are tightening around my hips, he’s losing control. Good.
“Fuck, Max! I’m cumming!”
He pulls me back hard and simultaneously rams his cock into me. The mattress is muffling my groans as he repeats the motion in three second intervals, filling up the condom inside me. I’m always a bit anxious about letting him finish inside, even with the rubber on. I really don’t want to get pregnant now, maybe ever.
His weight comes down on me as he finishes, pinning me down under him. His breath is heavy against my neck and I feel him softening inside me. The aching isn’t that bad anymore, with little to no friction - it's been reduced to more of a subtle dullness. He kisses me behind my ear and I finally let myself smile. This part I don’t mind at all. It's my reward for being a good girlfriend.
“You’re so amazing, baby. Was it good for you? Did you cum?”
“Yeah… yeah I came hard. It felt really good.”
I don’t want to tell him the truth, I’m a coward. Warren is the first guy who's ever shown an interest in me. He’s really nice, and we have a lot in common, so why is it that I can’t just fucking enjoy this? I like him, so why is my body just refusing to cooperate? I know porn is fake and stuff but just once I’d like someone to make me scream with pleasure and make sure I’m satisfied too. If I told him that I’ve never had an orgasm during sex it’d probably make him really sad though and I don’t want that. Him being happy makes me happy, and I think a little bit of pain is worth it. Or I could just be honest with him and ruin probably everything. Ugh. Again, coward.
“I need to head back now, babe. I’ll see you tomorrow?”
He kisses my cheek and pulls out of me so I can finally roll over onto my back. My eyes remain closed, but I can hear the rustling of his clothes. The zipper of his pants, one shirt arm, two arms. I’m so exhausted from everything, I’m covered in both of our sweat and just need to catch my breath and let myself cool down. My pussy is still stinging a bit, but at least he’s happy. Good girl, Max. You did good.
“I can’t tomorrow, I promised Dana I’d go out with her for a drink. She’s still really upset about Logan cheating on her.”
Dana is my best friend here at school. She’s pretty much everything I’m not. Hot, outgoing, popular, attracts the attention of all the jocks, definitely likes sex, etc. She’s been on and off with Logan, the schools football captain several times, but when he was caught red handed sleeping with Taylor, another girl in our class, I think she finally had enough, for real this time. I hope it doesn't make me a bad person but I'm kind of glad it happened. He's never been nice to me, he usually refers to me as little boy even when Dana tells him off about it. Jerk. She's way too good for him.
“Oh, well text me if you need anything, ok? Love you.”
“Yeah, love you too.”
Alone. Finally. Ouch, please, vagina, let me recover before next time. What is wrong with me? Did I do something wrong in a previous life to warrant not getting to enjoy sex like a normal person?
I should just go to sleep, but I'm still feeling a bit unfulfilled… maybe I can get a quick one out so tonight isn’t a total bust.
My nipples have always been really sensitive, definitely the easiest way to get me going. I roll them in between my thumbs and index fingers, feeling them harden in my grip. A moan, a little louder than intended slips out as I squeeze and pull both of them at the same time. The sensation in my nipples flows like an electric current, shooting straight down into my wet, throbbing clit.
I wish Warren would pay more attention to my breasts but… it’s probably because there’s not much to look at. It honestly always feels a bit embarrassing to remove my bra in front of him since they’re so small. He probably wishes they were bigger, like Dana's... I used to pray for a growth spurt in middle school since all the other girls were way ahead of me but… it never came. Kind of like me.
My clit is so tensed up to the point where I can feel a beating pulse in it. I put two fingers in my mouth, letting my saliva coat the tips before I slide them down between my legs. I moan quietly to myself as my fingers softly brush against my needy spot and feel my eyes roll back behind my eyelids when they start rubbing circles around the hood. I need this orgasm, I need to get fucked properly.
It feels so good…
it feels so… good…
It feels… good…
It…
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