Chapter 330: Is This What People Call Love? (R-18) (GT Bonus Chapter)

Mary lifted her hips a little more and pushed forward at the same time he did, making the head sink in completely this time.

Then, with a more determined movement, the rest of his length slid into her in one single thrust.

"Ah!"

A long moan escaped Mary’s lips, but the pleasure mixed at once with a sharp, deep pain that rose from the center of her pussy all the way to her belly.

Mark had broken her hymen. His cock sank into her in a single thrust, tearing her open completely.

Blood began to flow, warm and thick, coating Mark’s cock while he remained buried to the hilt. Mary clung to him with both hands, digging her nails hard into his back.

"Don’t move... please," she begged, her voice broken, face pressed against his shoulder. "I need... a moment."

Mark didn’t move. Not because he was listening to her, but because his mind had gone completely blank.

A thin trace of blood mixed with her wetness, making everything feel slicker and more intense. Mary’s pussy squeezed him with an almost painful force.

She was so tight and so hot that Mark felt like his brain was melting.

The alcohol only made it worse. Every tiny contraction flooded him with pleasure, to the point that for a second he was certain he would cum without even moving.

He stayed still, breathing hard, forehead pressed against hers.

Every involuntary clench of her walls made his hips twitch, pushing a little more blood and juices out of her.

Only when Mary’s pain began to ease a little did he dare to move.

He pulled his cock almost all the way out first, feeling her lips close around the head, then slowly pushed back in. The mix of blood and fluids made the slide easier, each inch entering with less resistance than the last.

The friction was so intense that Mary let out another moan, longer this time, and dug her nails deeper into his back.

"You’re... tighter than I remember, Rebecca," Mark murmured in a rough voice, never stopping his movements. "I wish we could stay like this forever... I love you... I love you so fucking much."

Mary lifted her gaze. Her eyes were slightly wet from the lingering pain, but also from something else.

"I’m... really happy to hear that, baby," she answered, tightening her arms around his neck. "Don’t ever leave my side..."

Mark groaned at those words and began to speed up. His thrusts grew deeper and faster. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mixed with the wet noise of blood and fluids.

Every time he bottomed out, Mary felt his cock push against a deep spot that made her back arch.

She clung to him harder, scratching his back each time his full length disappeared inside her.

The pain was still there, dull now, but it was mixing with a growing pleasure that climbed up her spine. Every thrust tore a higher, more uncontrolled moan from her throat.

Mark leaned over her, putting almost all his weight on her, and sped up even more. His thrusts turned short and brutal, slamming into the same place over and over.

"Fuck... this is too much," he warned, voice strained. "Rebecca... I’m sorry... I can’t hold it... I’m gonna cum."

The moment she heard those words, her mother’s voice flashed through Mary’s mind:

’At least tell me you make him wear a condom’

She pushed the thought away at once. She was too far gone, too desperate. Nothing else mattered anymore.

She only wanted to feel full.

So she lifted her legs and locked them tightly around Mark’s waist, stopping him from pulling away.

"It’s okay, baby... you don’t have to hold back with me," she whispered against his ear. "Go on... cum inside me... breed me... I’m begging you... I want to be the mother of your children."

"Rebecca... I love you."

"...I know."

Mark thrust one last time, as deep as he could. His whole body went rigid.

Mary felt his cock throb hard inside her and then the hot seed began to shoot out in thick pulses, filling her until she overflowed. Every spurt made her squeeze her legs tighter around him, trying to keep it all in.

He kept moving with short, uncontrolled thrusts, letting her milk him, until he finally went still.

Mary could feel her insides burning, but far from bothering her, the sensation filled her with a strange sense of completeness.

For the first time in her life, she could say she felt whole.

For a while she simply enjoyed that warmth, arms wrapped around his back, fingers absently playing with Mark’s hair as he lay asleep on top of her.

His breathing was heavy and uneven, and the weight of his body pressed her down in a way that didn’t bother her at all.

Mary didn’t want to separate from him.

The heat filling her and the feeling of still being connected gave her a strange sense of peace.

Only when Mark’s weight started making it hard to breathe did she carefully push herself up. She rolled him onto his side as best she could, using her knees and a hand on his chest so she wouldn’t hurt him.

Mark mumbled something incoherent but didn’t wake up. He ended up lying beside her, still half tangled in the sheets.

Mary lay back down, this time on her back, and opened her legs a little.

Immediately she felt Mark’s thick cum beginning to leak from her pussy, sliding down her thighs and staining the mattress.

Carefully, she used two fingers to push it back inside, sliding them in to the knuckle so none of his seed would be wasted.

Her still-sensitive pussy clenched around her own fingers and forced a little more liquid out when she withdrew them.

She raised her hand in front of her face. Her fingers glistened with the white and reddish mixture.

For a moment she had a strong urge to lick them clean, but she didn’t.

’That was... intense’, she thought, closing her eyes. ’Though also a little fast’

Given the circumstances, she knew she couldn’t ask for more. Mark was drunk, confused, and yet he had still managed to make her happy.

While she was lost in her thoughts, something caught her attention.

Even though he was deeply asleep, Mark’s cock was still completely hard. It hadn’t gone down even a inch.

Mary stared at it for a long time. And when she saw it still hadn’t softened, an idea crossed her mind.