She knew it was going to hurt the second he pushed her onto the bed. Her pussy was already sore from the night before, but Jake didn’t care. He never did. He just yanked her jeans down, spit on his fingers, and shoved two inside her without warning.
“Fuck, you’re tight again,” he growled, working his fingers hard. She bit her lip and spread her legs wider anyway. The stretch burned. It always did. His cock was too thick and he never waited for her to get wet enough. But she wanted it. Needed it.
He pulled his fingers out and lined up. One hard thrust and he was halfway in. She cried out, the pain sharp and sudden, like he was splitting her open. Her walls clamped down, trying to push him out, but he just grunted and drove the rest of the way.
“Goddamn, that’s good,” he said, already pounding. Each stroke scraped raw. She felt every inch, the burn turning into a deep ache that made her eyes water. She reached down and rubbed her clit fast, desperate to turn the pain into something else. It worked a little. The friction helped. Her body started to leak around him, making the next thrusts slicker but no less brutal.
He flipped her onto her stomach and yanked her hips up. Doggy always hurt worse. He went deeper, slamming against her cervix until she was gasping into the pillow. “Take it,” he ordered, slapping her ass. She pushed back even though it hurt. The pain made her feel owned. Used. She came hard around his cock, her pussy fluttering and clenching, which only made the stretch worse. He didn’t slow down. He fucked her through it until he flooded her, then pulled out and left her leaking on the sheets.
She lay there catching her breath, sore and throbbing. Her cunt felt swollen and tender. She knew she’d be walking funny tomorrow. But when he came back from the bathroom and got hard again, she didn’t say no. She rolled onto her back and opened her legs.
This time he went slower at first, watching her face while he sank in.
The ache was immediate, deep and heavy. She hissed but hooked her ankles behind his back anyway. “Harder,” she told him. He gave it to her. The bed creaked. Her tits bounced. Every thrust sent a jolt of pain up her spine, but her clit was swollen and she kept touching it. The mix of hurt and heat made her head spin. She came again, tighter this time, and he groaned when her pussy squeezed him like a fist.
He stayed inside her after he finished, softening slowly while she trembled. When he finally pulled out, she felt empty and raw. Cum and her own slick ran down her crack. She reached between her legs and felt how puffy she was. It hurt to touch. She smiled anyway.
The next morning she was still sore. Sitting hurt. But when he bent her over the kitchen counter before work, she braced herself and took it again. Same burn. Same stretch. Same dirty satisfaction when he used her like he owned her. She dealt with the pain because the feeling of being split open and filled was better than anything else.
By the end of the week her pussy stayed tender all the time. She stopped wearing panties because anything touching her made it worse. Jake noticed and started fucking her more. Quickies in the hallway, bent over the couch, on her knees in the shower where the water washed away some of the sting. Every time she winced and kept going. Every time she came harder because of it.
One night he brought lube but didn’t use much. He wanted to feel how tight she still was. She lay on her back with her knees to her chest and let him wreck her. The pain was constant now, a steady throb that never went away completely. She rubbed her clit in tight circles while he hammered her, chasing the orgasm that would make the ache worth it. When she came she nearly blacked out. Her whole body locked up around him and he had to fight to keep moving.
Afterward she couldn’t close her legs without wincing. She lay there spread open, cunt red and used, cum dripping out in thick strings. Jake traced a finger over her swollen lips and she shivered.
“You’re getting used to it,” he said.
She nodded. The pain was still there, but it felt different now. Like a reminder. Like proof she could take whatever he gave her. She already knew she’d be ready again in an hour.
She always was.
