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day 28 -> pulse (494/494) warnings: infidelity, explicit sexual content, age gap (mel is over 18), loss of virginity, scumbag frank, baby-trapping
“Well of course it’s not gonna fit if you’re squirmin’ the whole damn time, Mellie.”
Mel lets out a tiny, petulant huff. Moonlight invites itself in through the broken blinds, casting a streak across her face, splotchy blush spreading down her neck like freshly bloomed peonies.
She’s been insistent and impatient, and is now trying her damnedest to make it impossible.
Her breath hitches, nose screwing up as his fat cockhead drags through her folds again, wetly kissing her clit. “I’m— I’m not trying to, s’just—”
“Excuses, excuses,” he sighs, hand resting on her sternum, feeling every breath she struggles to take. “You’re the one who’s been cryin’ for my cock,” to accentuate his point, he pinches the sensitive, supple skin beneath her left breast and Mel squeaks. “C’mon, m’just tryin’ to give you what you want.”
Her body goes completely still when he presses inside. Of course he’d opened her up first, he wasn’t a complete asshole, but this whole show she’s putting on is getting a little ridiculous at this point.
Her cunt finally gives in, offering up a tiny little pop before desperately swallowing him further, velvet walls fluttering from his intrusion. He sinks deeper and deeper and Mel’s whines quiet down, far and few between, and Frank leans down to lap at the little tears trailing down her heated cheeks.
“See, sweetheart? S’not so bad, is it?”
Her response isn’t entirely coherent but Frank soldiers on, offering panted praises against her jaw, nearly to the hilt. “Almost there, Mellie. You can take it, I know you can.”
She releases a sharp “Frank” through gritted teeth. He kisses her scowl and pries open her mouth, relishing in the taste of strawberry on her tongue from the dessert her mother had made. Jell-O poke cake; a King family barbecue staple.
With their hips now flush, Frank shudders, pulse skittering. “You’re such a good girl.” he promises. Mel’s fingers tremble as she raises them to wrap around his neck.
She keens when he withdraws, only to push back in with purpose, groaning when her pretty little cunt spasms around him. Nervous, stretched open, crying from the force and width of his cock tearing her apart.
This is what she’d asked for. She begged for her daddy’s best friend to take her virginity, too scared to mess with college boys because she’s too busy daydreaming about a married man with very little restraint and an impulsivity problem.
Frank would never look a gift horse in the mouth.
“You’re gonna let me come inside you, right Mellie?”
His thrusts are slow, so tortuous and deep, plucking desperate, addicting noises from the depths of her soul. God, how could he let her go back to school? She belongs right here, pliant and bare and full.
The cry she lets free sounds like a yes, and Frank dutifully seals his fate, wishing her scared and pregnant and knowing she’ll have no choice but to stay with him.
