The door clicked shut behind Alex like a gunshot in the silence.
Laura's room was chaos:
Clothes strewn across the floor like battlefield casualties. The four forbidden books scattered on the bed, pages bent. A halfeaten pint of ice cream melted on the nightstand. Her mirror smeared with mascara streaks from earlier tears. The air thick with vanilla, sweat, and rage.
Laura stood in the center: arms crossed under his old college Tshirt, eyes burning into his. No makeup. Hair wild. Lips bitten raw. She looked like war.
Alex stepped forward: slow. His hands rose to cradle her face: tender. He leaned in: kiss.
Laura's palm shot to his chest: stop.
Her voice was steel wrapped in silk: "You have to prove it, Alex. That you won't leave me."
"Sure. Tell me what I need to do."
She stepped closer: dangerous. "Masturbate. Now."
Alex blinked. "What?"
"You heard me. You get saint when postnut clarity hits. So prove you're still attracted to me after you cum."
He swallowed. "Fair enough. But how do I...."
"You don't know how to masturbate?"
"I meant: I need something for arousal."
Laura's eyes flashed. "You still need something when I'm standing right here? Am I not enough for you, brother?"
"I didn't say that...."
"What happened? Feeling shy?" She stepped into his space: breasts brushing his chest. "You had no problem shoving your dick in my mouth in the dressing room. What's wrong now? Done with me? Need Jess to get hard?"
Alex snapped.
His hand shot to her mouth: hard, palm sealing her lips, fingers digging into her cheeks. He pinned her against the wall: slam. Laura's eyes widened: shock, then fire. She clawed at his wrist: futile. His grip was iron.
With his free hand, he yanked her pajama shorts down: ripped them off. No panties. Her pussy: bare, glistening, ready.
He dropped his sweats.
His cock sprang free: huge, rockhard, veins throbbing, precum dripping. He spat into his palm: wet, loud: and stroked himself once: slow, deliberate.
"See what you do to me?" His voice was gravel. "No matter how many times my mind warns me: this gets hard when you're around. You know how fucking hard it is? You don't. I'll let you feel it now."
Laura's eyes rolled back as he lined up. The head of his cock nudged her slit: hot, wet.
She was tight: virgintight.
He pushed: slow.
Her walls resisted: then parted. A muffled scream vibrated against his palm.
With one brutal thrust: he buried himself to the hilt.
Laura's body convulsed. Her back arched off the wall. Her legs buckled. Tears streamed down her cheeks. Blood: a thin trickle down her thigh.
She was a virgin.
Alex froze: buried, pulsing.
Her pussy clenched around him like a fist: pain, shock, pleasure. Her muffled sobs shook her chest. Her nails dug into his forearm: desperate.
He waited: one minute, two: letting her adjust.
Her breathing slowed. Her hips twitched: once, testing.
Then he moved.
Slow at first: deep, grinding. Every thrust dragged a muffled cry from her throat. Her eyes rolled back: white. Her body went limp: held up only by his cock and his hand on her mouth.
He sped up:
Harder. Faster. Deeper.
The wall rattled.
His hips slammed into hers: wet, brutal sounds filling the room. Her pussy gushed: blood and arousal mixing, dripping down his balls. Laura's legs wrapped around his waist: instinct. Her muffled moans turned to whimpers: then screams.
She came:
Her pussy clamped down: milking him. Her body shuddered: waves of pleasure ripping through her. Tears, snot, saliva: messy, real.
Alex didn't stop.
He fucked her through it: harder, deeper, relentless.
He pulled out: sudden.
Spun her around: slam against the wall. Her breasts crushed against the paint. He entered her from behind: one thrust. She screamed into his palm: muffled, broken.
His free hand grabbed her breast: squeezed, twisted.
He pounded her: Fast. Brutal. Possessive. The sound of skin on skin: deafening. Her ass rippled with every thrust. Her pussy sucked him in: greedy.
She came again:
Her body seized. Her legs gave out. Only his cock and his grip held her up. She sobbed into his hand: pleasure, pain, surrender.
Alex was on the edge.
He pulled out: fast. Came on her ass: thick, hot, ropes painting her skin. He groaned: low, animal.
Then he released her mouth.
Laura gasped: collapsing forward, barely standing. Alex caught her: arms around her waist, pulling her into his chest. She was shaking: sobbing, laughing, broken.
He whispered into her hair: "I'm here, Laura. I'm always here."
She turned in his arms: face wrecked, voice hoarse: "You better be, fucker."