“Sure you do,” he countered. He shifted his grip to free one hand, bringing it to the top of her mound. She twisted to get away, but he merely followed, his thumb hitting her clit with devastating accuracy, and to her dismay, he began to rub.

Her cunt clenched, rippling around his invading length. “Fuck, yeah,” he muttered, rubbing harder. “I knew you’d love it. You wanna come, sweetie?”

“No, no, no,” she panted, curling her nails into his chest. She fought the tension building in her belly. “I don’t want this.”

“Yeah, you do.” He was driving hard now, fucking into her with bruising strength, his thumb hard and unyielding on her clit. “Come on, honey, do it. Squeeze my dick.”

She fought it, but he was relentless, using his strength and skill against her, and she met the oncoming orgasm with a wail of despair.

“There it fucking is,” he growled, hammering into her even harder, his thumb working her clit ruthlessly. The waves of sensation hit her like lightning, bright and sharp, her cunt pulsing on his invading length as she shook and shuddered in his arms.

It went on and on, physical pleasure mixing with emotional despair, until she felt battered and raw. When the sensations finally ebbed, she let her head fall back, unable to hold it up. She felt broken, bouncing between him and the hard countertop as he continued to pump between her limp thighs.

“Stop,” she whispered, the word barely audible over his wild grunts. But he heard her, and fisted a hand in her hair to drag her head up. She peered at him through blurry eyes, the sneer on his face making her shudder with renewed fear.

“Stop?” he mocked, jamming himself into her hard enough to make her gasp. “I can’t stop now. I got this cunt broken in, just the way I like it. Wet, and about to get wetter.”

Her eyes went wide at the implication. “You can’t come inside me.”

“Can’t I?” He raised one eyebrow, hips flying.

She shook her head frantically, desperately, barely wincing as his grip tugged at her scalp. “I’m not on birth control. You can’t.”

“That sounds like a you problem,” he said, laughing when she began to struggle again. He pinned her arms, his grip bruising, and to her dismay she felt the stirrings of another orgasm.

He felt it, too. “Turns you on, doesn’t it?” he panted. “Your lips say you don’t want my come, but your greedy cunt says different.”

“No, dammit,” she cried, her pussy clenching even tighter on his cock. She didn’t understand it, didn’t want it, but it was happening anyway.

“Hope you got some Plan B, baby,” he panted in her ear, his shoulders hunching as his hips sped up. “’Cause I’m gonna fill you up.”