Chapter 15: Holding On
I can feel him, hard and insistent, pressing against me, demanding entry. My heart hammers in my chest, my breath coming in short, ragged gasps as I try to prepare myself for what's to come. The room is filled with the sound of our ragged breaths, the soft rustle of the sheets beneath us, the distant hum of the city outside. The air is thick with the scent of him, the musky smell of his skin mingling with the sweet scent of the alcohol on his breath. I can feel the heat of his body, pressed against mine, his skin smooth and warm beneath my fingertips.
I take a deep breath, my heart pounding in my chest as I try to prepare myself for what's to come. His hips start to move, a slow, steady rhythm as he begins to thrust into me. The room fills with the sound of our bodies coming together, the soft slap of skin against skin, the low moans that escape my lips as he moves inside me. I can feel the tension building within me, my body responding to his touch despite the fear and uncertainty that still linger. I try to focus on the sensation, to block out the thoughts that are racing through my mind, but it's difficult.
Each time he thrusts into me, I gasp, my body arching in response, a low moan escaping my lips in rhythm with his movements. My nails dig into the flesh of his back, my breath coming in short, ragged gasps as I struggle to keep up with the pace he's setting. His body, slick with sweat, presses against mine, his hips moving with a steady, relentless rhythm. My thighs tremble, my hips moving in time with his, as I try to match the rhythm he's set.
Suddenly, one of Matt's hands leaves my hip, trailing up my stomach, and cups my breast. His fingers are rough, calloused from years of outdoor living, and they send a jolt of electricity through me as he squeezes, his thumb brushing against my nipple. I gasp, my back arching as I feel the sensation, and that's when I realize it—his cock is bigger than Alan's. Much bigger. The thought sends a shiver down my spine, a mix of fear and anticipation coursing through me. I can feel every inch of him, stretching me, filling me in a way that's both overwhelming and exhilarating. I bite my lip, trying to suppress a moan, but it's no use.
The sensation of him inside me is too intense, too overwhelming. I can feel my body responding, my hips moving in time with his, my breath coming in short, ragged gasps. But one thought keeps pounding in my mind, like a drumbeat: survive this fuck, don't pass out. I clench my jaw, my fingers digging into his back, as I try to focus on anything but the sensation of him moving inside me. But it's getting harder, the arousal building with each thrust, each touch. I can feel it, a warmth spreading through me, a tension coiling in my core. I take a deep breath, my heart pounding in my chest as I try to push it back, to keep it at bay. But it's no use. It's building, growing, with each thrust, each touch. I can feel it, a wave of pleasure crashing over me, threatening to pull me under.
Matt, sensing my impending climax, leans in, his voice a low growl in my ear. "Not so fast, Marina," he whispers, his breath hot on my neck. "Let's make this interesting. Whoever comes first, has to obey the other's terms for the rest of the night." His hips continue to move, his cock sliding in and out of me with a steady, relentless rhythm.
I nod, my mind clouded with arousal. I know I need to hold on, to keep my climax at bay until Matt comes first. If I can just make him come first, I can propose a rest interval, a chance to catch my breath and regain some strength. But as Matt's cock continues to move within me, the heat building between us, I know it's going to be a challenge. Matt's hand moves from my breast, trailing down my stomach, his fingers brushing against the sensitive skin, sending a shiver through me.
I gasp, my body arching as he finds that spot, the one that makes my eyes roll back and my breath hitch. "Oh god," I whisper, my voice barely audible, "It's becoming unbearable." My mind races, trying to keep up with the sensations coursing through my body. I can feel the arousal building, a warmth spreading through me, a tension coiling in my core.
I'm so close, too close. I can't hold on much longer. In my mind, I'm begging, pleading with Matt to come first. "Please," I whisper, my voice ragged, "Please, Matt, come first. I can't... I can't hold on much longer." My hips move in time with his, my body arching as I try to push him over the edge, to make him come before me.
The tension inside me is too great, the pleasure too intense. I can feel it, a wave of ecstasy crashing over me, threatening to consume me whole. I try to hold back, to keep it at bay, but it's too late. With a cry, I shatter, my body convulsing as my climax rips through me, my orgasm squirting around his cock. The room spins, my vision blurring as I struggle to stay conscious, to keep from passing out.
The humping stops abruptly, leaving me gasping for breath, my body still trembling from the intensity of my orgasm. Matt, his chest heaving, pulls out of me, the condom still securely in place. He looks down at me, his eyes gleaming with a mix of triumph and satisfaction. "Appointly, Marina," he says, his voice low and steady, "you've lost the first wager. So, tonight's fucking is mine to command." I lay on the bed, my breath coming in ragged gasps, my body still trembling from the intensity of my orgasm. I glare at Matt, my eyes filled with a mix of frustration and anger. He chuckles, his eyes gleaming with a mix of triumph and amusement. "What's the matter, Marina?" he teases, his voice low and steady. "You didn't think you were going to get off that easy, did you?" He leans down, his hands on either side of my head, his body pinning me in place. "You see, my little content creator, I'm not even close to done with you yet." I can feel his cock, still hard and insistent, pressing against my thigh. "My condom isn't even filled yet," he says, his voice a low growl, "and you're already done for."
He then gets off from the bed, his body glistening with sweat, and goes to his nightstand's drawer. From it, he takes out a packet of Viagra and several strips of condoms. "I thought you might fuck bitches tonight," he says, his eyes gleaming with a mix of triumph and amusement, "but now I already have you, Marina." He pops a Viagra pill into his mouth, washing it down with a swig from the bottle of vodka he picked up from the nightstand. "And the best part is, I don't even need to pay for this." He chuckles, a low, menacing sound that sends a shiver down my spine. "Tonight is going to be a long, feisty night, Marina. You're going to fuck me until you can't walk straight. And you're going to lose that wager."
I stare up at him, my heart pounding in my chest as I try to process what he's saying. A long, feisty night? With him on Viagra? How the hell am I supposed to win this wager if I can't even catch my breath? I feel a wave of panic wash over me as I realize the gravity of the situation.
I'm not just fucking Matt tonight; I'm fucking Matt on Viagra. I can feel the heat rising in my cheeks as I try to process the implications. He's not just going to fuck me; he's going to fuck me until I can't walk straight. I try to push the thought away, to focus on anything but the reality of what's about to happen. The thought is too overwhelming, too terrifying.
Matt, sensing my fear, leans in, his voice a low growl in my ear. "Don't worry, Marina," he whispers, his breath hot on my neck. "I'll make sure you enjoy it." He pulls back, his eyes gleaming with a mix of triumph and amusement. "Now, let's get this show on the road." Matt's voice was low, almost a growl, as he pushed me back onto the bed, his body covering mine. I could feel his cock, still hard and insistent, pressing against my thigh. I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself as he positioned himself between my legs, his hands gripping my hips.
He entered me roughly, his cock filling me completely. I gasped, my body arching as I tried to adjust to his size. He moved slowly at first, his hips thrusting in and out of me with a steady rhythm. I could feel every inch of him, stretching me, filling me in a way that was overwhelming.
My breath hitched, my fingers digging into the flesh of his back as I tried to keep up with his pace. Matt's hands gripped my hips, his fingers digging into my soft flesh as he held me in place, his hips moving with a steady, relentless rhythm.
I lay beneath him, my body passive, my mind racing. There was no spark of love between us, no sign of my lust. I was purely doing this because of the wager, because I had to. The room was filled with the sound of our bodies coming together, the soft slap of skin against skin, the low moans that escaped my lips, but they were forced, mechanical. I could feel the tension building inside me, my body responding to his touch despite the fear and uncertainty that still lingered. I tried to focus on the sensation, to block out the thoughts that were racing through my mind, but it was difficult. Each thrust sent a jolt of pain through me, a reminder of the size of him, the intensity of his desire.
My body was slick with sweat, my breath coming in short, ragged gasps as I tried to keep up with his pace. I had already come twice since we started at 11.25 PM, and now, as I glared at the clock showing 12.10 AM, I realized we had been at it for nearly an hour. Matt hadn't come yet, his cock still hard and insistent inside me. I could feel the tension building within me again, my body responding to his touch despite the exhaustion and discomfort that was setting in. I bit my lip, trying to suppress a moan, as I felt another orgasm building.
His thrusts almost never stopped, but I could feel the tension building inside him. He was close. I could tell by the way his breath hitched, the way his grip on my hips tightened. His body tensed, and then, with a low groan, he came. I could feel his cock pulsing inside me, filling the condom with his liquid. He collapsed on top of me, his body slick with sweat, his breath ragged in my ear. "Fuck," he panted, "that was intense." I lay beneath him, my body still trembling from the intensity of my own orgasm. I could feel the weight of him on top of me, his cock still inside me, still hard.
He pulled out suddenly, and I gasped at the unexpected emptiness. I watched, frozen, as he removed the filled condom, tying it off with a practiced ease. Before I could react, he brought it to my chest, squeezing the contents onto my skin. I yelped, trying to squirm away, but he held me down, a wicked grin on his face. "There you go, Marina," he said, his voice low and mocking. "A little souvenir for you to remember this night by." He tossed the condom aside, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction.
"Now, where were we?" he asked, his voice low and steady. He reached for the fresh condom, tearing open the packet with his teeth. I watched, my heart pounding in my chest, as he rolled it onto his cock, his eyes never leaving mine. I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks as I realized what was about to happen. He positioned himself above me, his body covering mine, his cock hard and ready.
I braced myself, my heart pounding in my chest, as he entered me again, his hips moving with a steady, relentless rhythm. I gasped, my body arching as he began to thrust into me, his teeth sinking into the soft flesh of my shoulder and neck. The pain was sharp, unexpected, but it sent a jolt of electricity through me, a mix of pain and pleasure that was overwhelming.
I gasped, my body arching as his teeth sank into the soft flesh of my neck, his hips moving with a steady, relentless rhythm. I could feel his cock, still hard and insistent, moving inside me, filling me completely. I moaned, my fingers digging into his shoulders as I tried to keep up with his pace. He picked me up suddenly, his hands gripping my hips, and I gasped as I felt myself lifted off the bed, my legs wrapping around his waist. We were sitting now, both of us, his cock still inside me, his teeth still biting into my neck. I could feel the heat of his body, the slickness of our skin, as he began to move, his hips thrusting in and out of me with a steady, relentless rhythm. I could feel the tension building inside me again, my body responding to his touch despite the fear and uncertainty that still lingered.
Matt's mouth leaves my neck, and the pain of his bite lingers as he starts to trail kisses down my sternum. I gasp as his lips find my left nipple, his mouth capturing it, his teeth biting down sharply. The pain is intense, a shockwave that radiates through me, making me cry out. "Matt!" I gasp, my hands flying to his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin. But he doesn't let up, his sucking and biting sending jolts of pain and pleasure coursing through my body. His hips continue to move, his cock still hard and insistent inside me, his rhythm relentless. I can feel the bite of his teeth, the pull of his mouth, in every part of my body. It's too much, too intense. I try to squirm away, to push him off, but his grip on me is too strong.