Broken Fighter: BBW, New Adult Romance by Tia Pararol Read Free Book Online Page B

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,