I was getting more and more pumped and couldn't help but let out a growl.
Nora must've seen it coming, squeezing me with her legs and pushing my chest with her hands.
Then she started picking up the pace, twisting faster and harder. Her moves were smaller than most but with great force. She even swayed her hips from side to side, giving me the most intense and perfect stimulation.
Nora was totally lost in the moment, her hips never stopping, her moans getting louder.
I sat up, grabbed her tight, and moved in sync with her wild swaying.
She was close to climax, and her juices were already flowing.
Feeling her juices on me, I couldn't hold back anymore. With a low growl, I came hard, shooting deep inside her.
Hearing her gasps and seeing her flushed face, I felt a wave of love. I rolled over, pressing her down gently, and kissed her.
But then, Nora flipped us over, kissing me dominantly. I rolled us over again, pinning her down.
We kept rolling around on that big bed, our bodies tangled up, completely lost in each other, touching and caressing.
After a while, we finally calmed down. I kept running my hands over Nora's smooth back, kissing her face, and she soaked it all in.
She kissed my chest and rubbed her legs against mine.
"Nora, I love you," I whispered.
Her eyes filled with tears, and she playfully pounded my chest with her fists, saying, "You're so bad! You make me want to cry!"
Honestly, I loved seeing her act all cute with me.
I held her close, kissing and caressing her, asking, "Are you happy today?"
She nodded eagerly, saying, "I'm so happy today! I'm the happiest woman in the world!"
I teased, "I made you so happy today. Am I still that bad?"
She blushed, "You're so naughty!"
I chuckled, knowing she was really satisfied.
After chilling in bed for a bit, Nora suddenly said, "Oh no, it's so late, I should go back!"
She got up to get dressed but winced in pain.
I got up and helped her, saying, "Let me walk you back! You can't walk like this!"
She gave me a look and said, "It's all your fault!"
I laughed. "It's because you're too beautiful. I can't resist!" After walking her back, I headed home.
I was pretty wiped out after all that, so I crashed early.
The next day at school, Nora blushed when she saw me.
All day, whenever I could, I'd find a way to be close to her.
But since we were at school, we had to keep it low-key—just some kisses and touches.
After school that afternoon, I was thinking about inviting Nora over again.
But she had plans, so we decided to hang out another time.
With nothing else to do, I thought about Mirable. After all, she was my actual girlfriend.
We hadn't seen each other for days since our last time together at her place.
So, I headed over to Mirable's house.
When I got there, the door was open, but neither Mirable nor her sister Violet was home.
Mirable's parents were at work, so it was usually just her and Violet around.
I was curious, thinking, 'Why's the door unlocked? Aren't they worried about burglars?'
I walked into the living room, saw some apples on the table, and started peeling one with a knife. Then I heard music coming from the bedroom.
I walked towards the bedroom, still peeling the apple.
Inside, a beautiful woman was dancing to the music.
I stood at the door, stunned.
She had long blonde hair cascading over her shoulders, a delicate face, slightly pouting lips, and moist thin lips.
She was wearing a yellow V-neck casual outfit, and her long hair flowed freely.
Her waist was slender, and her pleated skirt was short, showing off smooth legs in flesh-colored stockings.
Her breasts weren't huge, but they were plump and perfectly shaped.
I recognized her—Mirabel's cousin, Amelia Cooper.
Seeing Amelia, my desire surged.
I suddenly burst into the room and grabbed Amelia before she could react.
When she realized what was happening, I had a shiny fruit knife pointed at her.
I threatened, "See this? Don't make a sound if you don't want to get hurt!"
The apple was long gone, and I only had the knife.
Amelia was instantly scared and didn't know what to do. Seeing her obedient, I sneered, still pointing the knife at her neck. "How old are you?"
Amelia answered shakily. "Twenty."
"Good!" I said, as my other hand started to rub her chest.
"Please, don't," Amelia pleaded softly.
"Okay," I agreed but didn't stop. I reached into her clothes, lifted her bra, and pulled it over her breasts.
My palm was on her breasts, squeezing hard, almost making her cry in pain.
After a while, I slowly took off her outer clothes, and she didn't dare resist, leaving only her underwear.
I couldn't help but whistle. Amelia was wearing a set of sexy lingerie.
I took off her bra, and she didn't move because the knife was still at her neck. Soon she was completely naked.
I stood aside, looking at her, "Have you had sex before?"
Amelia answered shakily, "Not yet."
Hearing that, my eyes lit up. "So you're still a virgin!"
Amelia didn't dare to speak and lowered her head.
I squatted down, touched her thighs, and tried to spread her legs.
Amelia squeezed her legs tightly, preventing me from succeeding. I smirked, suddenly exerted force, and spread Amelia's legs apart.
Amelia begged, "No, don't!"
[A/N]
not real rape you will understand in the next Chapter.