<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://ilarge.lisimg.com/image/9049666/870full-daniel-bederov.jpg)</div><strong>Character</strong>: Conner Almasy<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Conner and Piotr's Dorm<br/><strong>Date/Time</strong>: September 2nd, 2017<br/><strong>Content</strong>: Deep inside his girlfriend.<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Closed, Salem Summers<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>She didn't want him to stop.  That much was clear as one thrust after another slowly pushed him deeper and deeper into Salem, taking her virginity and giving her an experience unlike anything that she'd ever known.  Of course, that went both ways.  There was something truly dangerous about knowing that if those glasses that she was squeezing so firmly to her face slipped, she might end up putting a hole in his skull with her eyes.  And it was clear that she was thinking along the same lines as she gripped those glasses as if they were her only lifeline to sanity, which they might've been.  It was almost unbelievable to imagine his Salem, always so calm, cool, and in control, completely out of control and struggling to retain some sort of something, he wasn't even sure what to call it.  For a brief moment, he debating pulling out and waiting until she'd regained her senses, but somehow he knew that this would have the exact opposite effect.  And besides, she was wrapped so tightly around his cock that he didn't think pulling out was even an option.  It wasn't until he bottomed out completely in her that he paused, his breathing heavy and his heart pounding nearly out of his chest and, unknown to him, in the exact same rhythm of his girlfriend.<br/><br/>He had been with other girls before, but nothing compared to this.  Her sex squeezed him tightly, almost too tightly and he could feel her walls wrapped around him, her sweet nectar the only thing preventing this from being painful for him as well.  Beneath him, her sweat coated body seemed to writhe in need and it was only then that he realized that the blankets had been pulled up over them, so focused on taking Salem until that moment.  Both of her legs and one arm wrapped around him and he could feel her almost holding onto him for dear life.  He leaned down to kiss her as he heard her start to beg for more.  It was clear that she wanted more and perhaps even needed it.  And Conner had every intention of giving her more.  He wanted to give her everything he had to give in the hopes that she would never forget this night for the rest of her life.  As he kissed her wordlessly, he noted a hint of copper and realized that she'd bitten her lips a bit, but not enough to worry about.<br/><br/>Instead, he focused on his hips pulling back as far as he could without pulling completely out of her.  And then he drove home, his thrust filling her sex once more and letting out a low groan as her tight walls squeezed around him once more, almost as if she was doing it on purpose.  He had no way of knowing for sure if she was or not, but he did know that no lover before her had been this hot, this tight, this.....perfect.  It was almost as if she was made for this one moment and they were experiencing that together.  Pausing only for a moment, he did it again, pulling back until only the tip was inside her and then surging forward until his hips slammed into the inside of her thighs, forcing them to spread nice and wide for him so that he could get as deep as possible.  Her insane flexibility made it easy and he reveled in how wonderful she felt around him.  And then there came another thrust, this one faster, harder, but every bit as deep as the others as if trying to ensure that he filled her completely with every thrust that he gave her.<br/><br/>The heat from their bodies filled the small space between them and the sweat that formed on his abs slowly ran down his stomach, along his hips, down his thighs, and started to pool on her thighs, only adding to the mess that was being created down there.  But he didn't care about that.  All he cared about was filling his girlfriend up over and over again.  His hands, which had been on either side of her head, moved down along her shoulders and down her arms until they reached her wrists.  And with a strong pull, both of her hands were forced up over her head and pinned there by his firm grip.  She was now powerless against him unless her glasses got removed, which he was confident that they were.  And it was only then that he finally stopped holding back.  Because he had been holding back, giving her a chance to get used to the sensations of him being inside her.  To get used to being filled up.  Because now it was time for her to fuck her.<br/><br/>There was no longer any pause between his thrusts and she barely had time to register one thrust before another was filling her up, the head of his cock slamming violently into her over and over against as his hips met her thighs over and over again.  Groans and growls of pleasure washed over him and if she dared to open her eyes behind her glasses, she would see him looking down at her with an expression that clearly communicated the intense pleasure that was washing over his body every time he filled her up.  It was beyond anything he'd ever felt before and he was determined to wring every little ounce of pleasure from this moment that he could.  And even as he felt that all too familiar sensation deep in the pit of his stomach, he ignored it and continued to bury himself in Salem.  Nothing could stop him at this point, even if she tried to beg off.  He was completely oblivious to anything but the intense heat between her thighs and his own growing need to fill it until neither of them had anything left to offer.