She talked me into it! - Sex Stories

She talked me into it!

... are your hips moving toward me? Why is your pussy gripping me so tight, trying to pull me in? You're fighting a losing battle, Miranda. And deep down, you know it."

"I'm not," I insisted, though my voice trembled with uncertainty. "I don't want this."

"Liar," she whispered, her voice dropping to a husky murmur. "You want this…You want it so bad! You want me to split you open with my cock. You want me to fill you with my cum until you're dripping with it. You want to feel me for days after, every step reminding you how I fucked you."

"No," I whimpered, but the word had no conviction. It was a desperate plea to myself, not to her.

"Yes," she countered, pushing another fraction of an inch inside me. "You'll beg for my cock. You'll beg me to fill you with my sperm. You'll beg me to use your body the way it was meant to be used. And I'll make you wait until you're absolutely desperate for it."

"Please," I gasped, not sure if I was begging her to stop or continue.

"Please what?" she teased, her thumb finding my clit and circling it slowly. "Please stop? Or please fuck you until you can't remember your own name? Be honest with yourself, Miranda. For once in your life."

"I can't," I cried, tears of frustration and need leaking from the corners of my eyes.
"You can," she insisted, her voice softening just slightly. "And you will. Because this—" she pushed a little more, the head sliding further, stretching me wider—“feels too good to resist. Your tight little ...

... pussy was made for my cock."

I was panting, sweat beading on my brow. My resistance was crumbling with each millimeter she sank into me. The head was so thick, so hot, already splitting me open. I wanted to say no. I wanted to be strong. But my body was already yielding, already begging in its own way, my inner walls fluttering around her tip, trying to draw her deeper.

"I know you love Brandon," she whispered, her voice a velvet blade, sharp and soothing all at once. "And he satisfies you—I know he does. I've seen the way you soften when you talk about him, the way your body remembers his touch. But he's so far away, isn't he? Thousands of miles, a world of empty sheets and cold nights. And even if he were here… his cock is wonderful, but it isn't nearly as big as mine. He can fill you, yes—and I'm sure he does it well—but not like I can fill you. Not with this kind of depth. Not with this kind of volume."

Her words made me tremble, the truth of them cutting through my denial like a hot knife through butter. She begane moving her hips side to side, making the cock head tease my slit even more.

"Imagine my sperm swimming inside you," she continued, her voice dropping to an intimate whisper, her breath warm against my neck. "Imagine it, Miranda. Not just any sperm—mine. Millions upon millions of them, thicker and more copious than anything Brandon could ever produce. Each one a tiny soldier with one mission: to find your deepest parts, to claim you from the inside ...