Isabela Part 6

I try to relax, to tell myself that this time it won't hurt. That it will probably be much better, as he forces his penis in a little. And I wish I could say I'm right, but that would be a lie. It burns like the first time, making my eyes sparkle, making my cheeks wet, as he slowly digs even more space, tearing the skin to get in.
Nate has my thighs hanging on his forearms, staring at my face carefully, but then he slowly closes his eyes and groans, pushing himself in even further. I try to be tough, not to scream, but it's an impossible task. He's tearing me apart again...
"Aaaaai!" I let out a long moan of pain, bending my abdomen and laying my forehead on his chest, digging my nails into his ribs to try to make him feel the same despair. "Nate, it hurts a lot!"
"It'll pass. Just breathe, okay?" he comforts, hoarsely, kissing my head. He sucks in a feral breath. — You need to try to relax that pussy, that way it will get better. You're squeezing my dick too much, and that makes everything worse for you.
“I'm going to shove something in your ass, then tell you to relax, you son of a bitch!” I growl, trying to bite him, but Nate lets go of one of my legs and grabs my chin, looking angry at my response.
He lets go of my face only to hit my cheek with a hard slap, making my eyes water with the sting. And what kind of slut am I? Why did that make me excited? What's the reason for wanting more slaps?
Nate pushes his cock deeper, as if he were punishing me, letting out a loud growl of pleasure that makes a stab of pain overcome me. I even lose my breath, as his member buries itself completely, all at once, and I can feel his balls against my ass, with the impact making a huge noise. — If you answer me, I'll turn you around and shove it all up your ass, then you'll be able to complain about something. — I think about retort, but his mouth stops talking shit and focuses on sucking my breast, in an animalistic and intense way.
I'm all twisted, now with my neck against the bathroom wall and most of my back on the sink. Nate pulls his penis out, giving me a false sense of relief, but as he plunges in, he makes something stir in my belly.
— How I dreamed of burying myself whole here... — His speech is interspersed with sounds of such intense pleasure, that it manages to make me want him even more, in a way I didn't think was possible. He enters and leaves me, little by little, closing his eyes, savoring how absurd agony takes over every part of my body. — On the skin, without a condom, feeling this heat. Your pussy is such a hot well, it seems ready to burn me, Isa! It's so tight, fuck!
It still burns.
It still hurts.
But now I don't feel like I'm being torn apart anymore, it's like I'm being filled, because the passage has already been opened, making it easier for his dick to reach my deepest point. And every time his body tenses, and then buries itself completely, my entire skin starts to boil. I push his head against my chest, wanting him to suck more, to swallow it whole and not leave anything out of his delicious lips.
"I think you can handle me pounding my cock in you in a decent way now!" Nate says, still with my nipple inside his mouth, but I don't even have time to assimilate what he says. After releasing it to assault my lips briefly, he thrusts so hard inside me that it seems he's dying to pierce me. "Because, My Sun, I even dream of taking you with love, but now I just feel like fucking you to hurt you. Like this!" Nate pulls out of me, out of nowhere. He pulls me and spins me with such ease that it makes me feel as light as a feather. I kneel on the counter, exposed. My face is pushed against the marble and my ass is raised towards him, ready for him to devour it. I can almost hear his hand cutting through the air, to crash into my skin. He leaves several slaps on my ass, making me scream in pain. His penis invades me again, starting to enter and exit with such force and speed that my brain doesn't even have time to process responses. I just moan uninterruptedly, guiding my hand to the sides of my ass to open it wider, because I want to feel everything. He holds my waist, at the same time grabbing the strands of my hair and trying hard to almost pull them out, fucking me with such agility and enthusiasm that I feel like I'm going to explode.
There's a little pain inside, as his tip crashes against what I believe to be my cervix. But maybe I'm some kind of even more sinful slut, because I think it's the most pleasurable pain I've ever felt in my life. — And that little pussy of yours is so, so small, that it looks like an invitation for me to destroy it.
" Fuck, Nate...
" What, Isa? Do you like me fucking you like this?
" Yeah — I whisper, feeling pain, but willing to pay the price, as long as he never stops fucking hard, listening the sound of our bodies resounding like cracks through the walls, which are the only witnesses that we feel more things than what we show publicly.
"Come face me again, hottie! — he asks, turning me around again and throwing my body, which is his hostage, sitting on the sink. He spreads my thighs, leaving me in the exact position to fuck me any way he wants, burying himself in my pussy. — Look at this clit! — Nate orders, staring at it as if he worships it, with a shine in his clear eyes, pulling my chin, as he begins to slowly dive and emerge into my infinite well of moisture. Weakly, I try to lean over to see him running his thumb over my clitoris. — It's the only big thing about you, Isabela. It's perfect. So, pet it! Nate places my hand on my pussy, and as it starts to move slowly and lazily, he thrusts into me again, moaning and cursing softly, watching numbly as I comply with his order.
" This feels so good!
" I want to pound my cock into you like this forever! — he confesses, wrapping his arm around my waist, pulling me closer to him.
Every time he intensifies his thrusts, my flesh tightens around his cock while my fingers speed up the stimulation in my pleasure center, I feel his penis start to vibrate. He is growling, with his mouth on my ear, swearing at it, looking delirious.