Chace McCartson - Part VIII - Sex Stories

Chace McCartson - Part VIII

... thing I was wearing. "You ready?" I said taking her by the ankles and turning her face down, easily as only a petite girl like Erika would let you do. "Y-Yes... I think" She practically whispered while getting in all fours. Looking at her face through the big mirror at the headboard, I approached and took her little butt in my hands, spreading it. She closed her eyes and, that time, I didn't bother asking her to look at me. I was too damn horny to do that. I just enjoyed watching her pretty face contort and hearing her contained groans as I rubbed and pushed my dick in her tiny little hole. I didn't give her time, I didn't hold back and she didn't try to escape. I just forced my way at once, grabbing her firmly by the waist, and the head of my shaft slid through that absurdly tight entrance. "Ooooouch!" Erika wailed with pain and gritted her teeth as she felt me pushing all of myself inside her, at least all I could put inside her little body. When I got to that point, her trembling little arms gave up her weight and her torso fell over the bed. "Try to relax, little girl, because I'm not taking any prisoners today." I said and before she even tried to focus on relaxing, I started moving. It was great, feeling her stretching around me. I held her tight enough to leave marks and started humping her white little ass furiously while she started groaning out loud and contorting on bed. Soon I could hear the slapping sound of me banging her and, not too much later, I could also ...

... see reddish marks mixed with lube, around my cock. "OOOOW! AAAAAAUGH! GAAA-AAAAA-AAAAAH!" Erika growled, screamed and trembled beneath me. Especially when I let her waist go and bent over her, grabbing her bouncing breasts, using them as support and pinching them viciously. The few times she looked at me through the mirror I could see only two things: I beautiful young girl crying in absurd pain and a beautiful young girl not trying to stop me at all. She only cried, engulfed in what I wanted her to feel. Only five minutes of pure pleasure - for me - later, I could feel myself coming, so I took her hair and laced it around my hand, pulling at it. "GUUUUUUUUH!" She bent back forcefully and, now looking at me while her tiny hands could barely touch the mattress, she felt me thrusting the last feel times, voraciously, until I exploded inside of her. At that moment I expressed everything I was feeling through the strength which I pulled her hair. Her tiny hands weren’t touching the mattress anymore, her back was arched and the position just made her even tighter around me. We stood like that for a while, both on our knees, me behind her still pulling at her hair, feeling myself deplete inside of her and admiring her crying face, hearing her sobbing, watching the last tears falling from her reddened eyes. After letting her fall back on bed, numb, I could see her abused hole. It was red and blood stained, gaping a little. I lay beside her and pull her to me. We snuggled for quite ...