Meeting Ashley (Prologue and Chapter One)

First off, I’m looking for an editor. Someone who can correct my errors, tell me where to add more, take parts out, ect. I’m not married to my words, just the story I’m trying to tell. So if someone wanted to rewrite certain passages for me, as long as it makes a better story, I’m all for that. Maybe even a writing partner. PM if you’re interested, or if you’d like to leave some constructive criticism.

Secondly, there may be a missing tag on this story. It starts off somewhat … rough.

-Jeezy



Prologue

I wrapped her pretty blonde hair around my hand pulled it back sharply, snapping her neck back. “No screaming. You understand? That’s just going to make it worse.” I growled into her ear. My body was on top of hers, her face pressed firmly against the mattress. Her panties were dangling on one of her ankles as she continued to struggle against me. The combined weight of the two of us squirming was making the bed squeak loudly in the otherwise noiseless bedroom. Her arms were tied to the bedpost.

She was mine.

I put my other hand over her mouth to muffle her cries as I began thrusting between her legs, trying to feel her warmth. She was fighting back hard, more than I thought she would. She bit down on my hand. I didn’t move it.

“You should make this easier for yourself. It’ll go by a lot quicker.” Her tight body showed no signs of giving up her struggle. “If I remove my hand are you going to scream?” She didn’t respond. I let go of her hair and reached over to pick up the knife off the nightstand. I pressed it against her neck. “You won’t scream will you … pretty girl?”

This time she quickly shook her head no. I felt her slack a bit underneath me, but still fighting, still squirming. I loved it.

“If you don’t stop I’m going to end up fucking you in the ass … is that what you want? You want me in your fat ass?” Her ass was large, but in a good way. She worked hard to keep her whole body tight and trim. I pressed the knife around her throat and she let out a choked sob and shook her head no again. “No, you don’t want me in your ass??”

“No …” She barely choked out. She relaxed more at my command and I finally felt myself begin to slip into her warn vaginal opening.

“You’re already wet?” Her juices were quickly lubricating me. “This is turning you on? Being raped like this? What a slut you are.” My words made her thrash around a bit more, but she wasn’t going anywhere. My weight on top of her kept my manhood in position while she tired herself out.

The sweet smell of sex began to fill the air as I felt myself push all the way into her. She let out a yelp and I grabbed her hair again as a reminder to keep the noise to a minimum. “Your job is to lay there and let me finish off inside you.” The buxom blonde let out another yell and I pressed the knife further into her neck. I was sure if there was any movement on her part and the knife would cut her. She stilled immediately.

She was crying quietly as I finally began moving in and out of her in earnest. Pulling back and filling her void with every thrust. She felt heavenly on me. She had the smoothest skin and I loved feeling it underneath me. My one free hand reached around to fondle her large, tight breast.

She let out a couple more choked sobs, but the fight in her was diminished. But I wasn’t done.

“Is this what you like? I can’t believe how wet you are from being raped. You’re fucking disgusting that this turns you on.” But was true. Slowly and surely she was getting wetter and wetter. The slapping of skin-on-skin and her quiet crying were the only sounds. I could have sworn I felt her push her hips back at me. The filthy whore was loving this.

“You know what’s going to happen, right?” Her blue eyes were wide and looking at me with a look of fear. “I’m going to cum inside you.” As soon as I said it, she began fighting me again, crying out to anyone who could hear. Thrashing with all her might to get me out of her. But it was no use.

“That’s right, little girl. I’m going to cum in you so much. You’re going to have a rapist’s baby.” I held her down while she tried yet again, but she was tired. Her muscles were betraying her from putting up a fight any longer. I rolled her nipple with my fingers, knowing how much she loves that. The familiar feeling was building up in me. I started moving in her faster and harder. I let go of her hair and the knife, leaving it on the side of the bed. I was completely focused on filling her up.

She was moving with me now. She was pushing back with every thrust. Her hands were gripped tightly on the bedpost. My hands were on her hips now, holding her in place as I was pistoning into her.

She came.

Her cries for help were replaced by a scream of pleasure as her whole body tensed up and a cascade of wetness came out of her, drenching me and the bed.

“I can’t believe you just came while you were being raped. You fucking animal.” I was incredibly turned on, and just moments away from letting loose, filling her with my seed.