Thread: The Shadow Man {Darkest Nightmare & Xanapahia}

She kissed him deep and hard, really getting into it now. Her whole body was heating up as she felt his hard member pulsing between them. She hungered for him madly, and she was starting to feel quite eager to get to the main event as it were. She grinded against him, and he would feel the heat of her pussy radiating outwards on to his legs. She moaned into the kiss as his hand traveled down her body, cupping her ample ass longingly. She still kissed him while he worked on her bra, finding it to be much easier to remove than his pants. She assisted him in removing the garment, freeing her abundant orbs from their restraints. She groaned as he began to tease her there, throwing her head back in such pleasure as her pelvic muscles ached with desire. She was getting loud, but she didnt care, there was no one here to interrupt or bother them. The gravity of what they were about to do was finally hitting her, yet she almost felt like it was a weight lifted off her back. She was ready to be free of her virginity and to be a woman, finally. She ran her fingers through Deans hair as she threw her head back in ecstasy, arching her breasts right in his face. She rolled her hip over his lap, her entire body aching for him now. His soft lips and warm tongue made burn up and the inside, wetness seeping into her virgin sex. Yes Dean, damn that feels so good. She closed her eyes as he took her nipple into his mouth, licking, sucking, driving her mad. He began to use his teeth and at first, she really liked it. It was just enough pressure get her excited. Before long, however, the pressure was too much, feeling his teeth sink into her flesh, his jaw locking to hold her in place. Dean, its too much, She whined softly. Dean seriously, oww. She winced as he refused to let up, the pain growing more intense each moment. Dean! Dean stop!! She cried out now, tapping his back with increasing strength as she tried to get him to realize he was hurting her. DEAN!!! She screamed as the pain was too much and she struck him as hard as she could across the cheek. Finally he let go and she nearly jumped backwards off his lap and onto her desk chair. She held the affected breast hard against her chest, putting significant pressure on the sore mound. Her otherwise while skin was red with ache and swollen nearly a full cup size. Tears welled in her eyes as she stared at him, trying to figure out why he would do such a thing to her. After a short time she released her breast ever so slightly, to get a look at the damage. Dark purple teeth marks were already forming on her areola, deep indentations on her flesh. Look what you did to me! She shrieked at him, motioning towards her badly bruised breast. The last thing in the world she wanted to do now was sleep with him. She shook in anger and fear for a moment before picking his sweatshirt off the floor and zipping it over her body. It was loose over her covers and came down just below her ass. Im going grabs some ice, Ill be right back. She said, leaving the room and walking down the stairs. Night had fallen by now and the room was dark, by what she needed was in the fridge which had a light. She grabbed a ice pack from the freeze and a towel from the kitchen counter, trying to figure out how she could send Dean home now. The pain had died down quite a bit, but there was a dull ache that made her more anxious than aroused. As she walked back towards the stairs, something caught her eye. Something in the hallway, something out of place. She took a few steps into the hall to get a better look when she saw the broom she had used earlier fall onto the floor with a dull thud. She had definitely closed it when she put the broom away. Her heart stopped as she processed the broom lying on the ground, timed perfectly so she would see it. She nearly ran up the stairs now, to her room, her face white in terror. The room was much as she had left it and she wordlessly sat down next to Dean. She couldnt send him home now, and she was even more desperate to keep him here, in her sights. Dean, maybe we can try again? She asked him shakily, not meeting his gaze until the last word. Lets just take it a bit slower, so we dont get too excited this time. There was an obvious dread in her tone as she hoped he would still be interested in her, not too sore over being slapped before. She still feared whatever had come over him before, but she feared her closet even more.