Isabela Part 3

“I’m sorry… I got carried away and forgot,” he apologizes, but when I see that he’s about to keep talking, all I do is grab his hands, holding them tightly in mine, kissing him again. His lips are tense and hesitant, barely moving.
“You need to try harder, Lobo. I really want this, but I could ruin it all if you keep touching me without me guiding you.”
I don’t wait for a response, because I’m so scared of backing out that I just lift myself enough to move away from his lap and pull off my panties, feeling the nerves creeping back in. I avoid meeting his gaze again. It’s as if the magic of those carefree moments with him have evaporated. Like his touch pulled me back to reality, back to the corrupted pit I keep myself lost in.
But I came this far, and we’re going to finish what we started. So, I walk almost completely naked toward him, wearing only my stockings, brushing my breast against him as I lean to grab the condom. I’m not sure why I can’t look him in the eyes anymore, but I hope he understands what I want when I hand him the protection.
“I think I messed it all up,” he whispers.
I feel that if he keeps talking, we’ll completely kill the mood. So, I move in again, kissing him—not fast enough to stop him from talking, but not too slow for him to forget my instruction.
I pull back and wait for him to put on the condom, but Lobo just stares at me for a moment. The mood has shifted—it feels thick, heavy. My eyes are starting to sting, but I don’t let the tears fall. If I’ve come this far just to mess it all up again, I’ll feel even worse than the freak I believe myself to be.
I understand the need for the wall I’ve built around myself, but men don’t. They have needs I can never seem to meet.
The sound of Lobo unzipping his jeans surprises me. He only opens them enough to pull out his cock. I’m a bit startled by the size of the member he quickly covers with the condom. I swallow hard, my destructive thoughts now replaced with fear that this enormous thing he calls a cock won’t fit inside me.
“It’s… bigger than I expected,” I murmur.
“I’m all yours,” he warns, but there’s no amusement in his voice.
As I step closer to him, feeling unsteady, I wonder why he’s still here. Why is he still playing this crazy game with me when he could go back to the party and have any woman?
I feel strange as I crawl back onto his lap, placing his hands where I want them, trapping them with my knees. I’m scared of the pain, but I don’t hesitate to lower my left hand to the space between us, gripping his hard, thick shaft with my small hand. I lift my body just enough to try and guide him to my entrance, but it doesn’t seem like it’s going to work this way.
I shift to sit on him, but with my toes touching the floor, and finally, I let my gaze meet the ocean of blue under his mask.
Lobo is focused on my expression, looking... sad.
Damn!
I swallow hard.
I think about giving up.
It would be humiliating to gather my clothes and leave, even though it might bring a false sense of relief. But I know this night means a lot to me. It won’t be easy to find another man willing to go through this. So I force myself to keep going, even though my heart feels like it’s breaking, as I position the tip of his cock at my wet entrance. I try to push him inside as I lower my hips, but all I feel is pain.
I throw my head back, groaning through clenched lips, panting heavily. I grip the back of the chair behind his neck, noticing a vein pulsing in his neck. I try to slide down further onto his shaft, but it burns so much that a single tear rolls down my cheek. My mouth opens, and I let out a roar of frustration.
“Damn it! It hurts too much.”
Lobo doesn’t say a word, but I feel his chest rising and falling frantically. I can almost hear his heartbeat. I force myself to go a little deeper, but how much more do I have to push to make this work? It feels like a razor blade is slicing me open—it’s literally the sensation of being torn apart.
“I think I need help,” I admit with a whimper, my hair falling over his mask as I try to hide my tear-streaked face in his neck.
“Want me to push?” he asks, his voice hoarse and numb.
I can feel part of his cock inside me, and it throbs slightly when he speaks.
“Damn it! Don’t do that… Don’t make it throb. It hurts more, damn it!” I growl, lifting my face and glaring at him through a scowl.
“I can’t control that. You’re tight, and you’re probably bleeding because it’s too wet. And just thinking about that makes me even more turned on,” he confesses, making me dig my nails into his shoulders as he throbs again.
“You bastard!” I whimper, feeling the strain in my calves from holding myself up on his lap.
“I can push, but it’ll hurt even more,” he warns, but his predatory tone tells me there’s a sadist lurking within, feeding off my pain.
“Do it already!” I beg.
I barely have time to think, let alone say anything else, because he slams into me with brutal force. My head snaps back, and I scream so hard my throat burns. My legs tremble as I allow my feet to rest fully on the floor. The raw sensation of being completely and forcefully invaded makes me whimper. I feel his cock deep inside me, and the tip of it hits the farthest part of my vagina, causing even more pain.
“It’s over,” he whispers in my ear, as I rest my forehead on his shoulder, letting out a sob.
My heart pounds so rapidly. Trails of sweat cover my body, and all I want is to stay still because it feels like even breathing will make his cock move and tear me apart even more.
“I hate you,” I whimper, biting down hard on his fragrant shoulder.
“You should love me since I’m your first!” he boasts, trying to pull his shoulder away from my teeth, making his cock throb multiple times, and I know he’s doing it on purpose as payback.
“Asshole!”
“You can call me whatever you want, but you still have my dick buried inside you! And you need to decide what to do. Are you going to move, or should I?”
“I think I’ll need a tow truck to get out of here,” I whisper, gripping his shoulders and standing on my toes with difficulty. “Finish it, please.”
I know my words enrage him because he slams into me even harder, wrecking me, and I bite my lip to keep from screaming. Lobo doesn’t waste any time, thrusting into me repeatedly, and I can see him digging his nails into the chair beneath him as he pumps into me long enough to roar with pleasure, making me certain that his deepest throbs are carrying his release.
I stay in his lap for what feels like an eternity, trying to muster the courage to move after his orgasm, resting my forehead on his neck until I finally feel him soften inside me. Taking a deep breath, I force myself to slide up, the pain flaring slightly as I break the contact between his cock and my vagina. Feeling a bit dizzy, I notice thin trails of blood running down my thighs.
“Can I use your bathroom?” I ask, wiping away my tears as I watch him remove the bloody condom.
He doesn’t respond with words, just walks to the door and opens it for me. As I slip into the bathroom and strip off my stockings, tossing them on the floor outside the shower, I can feel the bitter tension hanging in the air.
I don’t blame him for being upset with me for treating him like an object. While the cold water soothes my sensitive, aching parts, I think about how, if I were a normal girl, I’d feel deeply hurt for being treated this way by a man—like I was just a means to an end.
I know I made it clear what I was looking for, but he was being kind, and I was the bitch who always ends up hurting people. I don’t take a proper shower, just clean myself enough to wash away the blood that proves my virginity is now gone. Then I dry myself with a white towel, leaving a faint trace of blood on it.