Protagonist! Please Stay Away from Me 2!-Chapter 33: Gagged by My Panties (R18)

Tina’s chuckle lingered in the air, low and possessive, as she rolled off me slightly, her softening cock slipping free from my pussy with a wet pop. Cum oozed out, warm and sticky, trailing down my inner thighs and soaking into the couch fabric. I stayed sprawled on my stomach, face pressed into the cushion, body trembling from the aftershocks of my forced climax.

Tears smeared my cheeks, mixing with the drying blood from the bite on my neck—a throbbing reminder of her claim. But beneath the act of defeat, my mind sharpened, cataloguing every detail: the way her breath hitched when she came, the flicker of uncertainty in her eyes at Alex’s name. This wasn’t over; it was just another move in our tangled web.

She shifted behind me, her hands rough as she grabbed my hips, flipping me onto my back like a ragdoll.

I gasped, legs splaying open, pussy exposed and glistening with our mixed fluids. The apartment’s chaos pressed in—the shattered mugs crunching underfoot if we moved, the laptop’s screen saver now dancing over those Phase One notes, illuminating the red welts on my skin. 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

Tina loomed above, her chocolaty-brown hair a tangled halo, chest rising and falling as her cock, still semi-hard and slick with cum, twitched back to life. The supernatural surge from the bite hadn’t faded entirely; it pulsed with her heartbeat, veins standing out along its length.

"I am not done with you yet, Sharon," she murmured, voice husky with lingering rage. Her eyes raked over me, taking in my dishevelled shirt hiked up to bare my breasts, nipples hardened from the cool air and residual arousal.

I whimpered, curling my arms over my chest in feigned modesty, whispering, "Tina, please... enough." But I didn’t fight, letting my gaze drop submissively, urging her on without words. She smirked, sensing the power imbalance, and knelt higher on the couch, her thighs bracketing my shoulders.

Before I could react, she gripped the base of her cock—now fully hardening again, swelling to that intimidating eight inches—and aimed it at my face. The head, flushed purple and smeared with our juices, brushed my lips. "Open up," she commanded, her free hand tangling in my hair to yank my head forward. I parted my lips hesitantly, playing the reluctant victim, but she didn’t wait. With a firm push, she shoved her cock into my mouth, the thick girth stretching my jaws wide.

I gagged immediately, the taste of cum and my own pussy flooding my tongue as the head hit the back of my throat. My eyes watered, throat convulsing around the intrusion, but she held me there, hips rocking shallowly to force more in.

"That’s it, choke on it," she growled, her fingers tightening in my hair, pulling me onto her length. Saliva dribbled from the corners of my mouth, mixing with the precum leaking steadily now, as I hollowed my cheeks and sucked despite the discomfort.

Internally, I noted the way her cock throbbed against my palate, the supernatural heat radiating from it—like it was alive with her dominance.

She fucked my mouth with short, insistent thrusts, the couch creaking under us. Each push made me gag harder, my hands coming up to clutch her thighs—not to push away, but to steady myself, nails digging in just enough to elicit a hiss from her.

"Look at you, acting all innocent while you slobber on my dick," she taunted, watching my face contort.

Tears streamed anew, real this time from the strain, but I met her gaze with wide, pleading eyes, murmuring around her shaft, "Mmmph... too big." The vibration made her groan, hips bucking deeper, the head breaching my throat for a moment before I retched and pulled back slightly.

Tina laughed darkly, pulling out with a slick sound, strings of spit connecting her cock to my swollen lips. "Pathetic. But you’re mine to use." She reached down, snatching my discarded panties from the floor—damp with my arousal and now stained further.

Balling them up, she stuffed them into my mouth without warning, the fabric muffling my protest. The taste of my own wetness assaulted me, mixed with the faint metallic hint from earlier, as she taped it in place? No, she just pushed deeper with her fingers, ensuring I couldn’t spit them out.

"There. No more whining."

"Mphhh! Mphhhmm!!"

I mumbled incoherently, the panties soaking up my saliva, body arching as vulnerability washed over me. She positioned herself between my legs again, knees spreading mine wide, exposing my cum-filled pussy. Her cock, rock-hard and glistening from my mouth, nudged my entrance, teasing the slick folds.

"Round two, slut. Gonna fill you up until you... forget his name." With that, she slammed in, burying her entire length in one brutal stroke. My muffled cry vibrated against the gag, walls clenching around her invading cock as fresh pain-pleasure ripped through me.

She set a relentless pace immediately, hips pistoning like a machine, each thrust bottoming out with a wet slap. The couch rocked violently, the remaining mugs toppling fully now, porcelain shattering across the floor.

I gripped the cushions, knuckles white, legs wrapping around her waist instinctively despite the act—drawing her deeper, manipulating the intensity. Her breasts bounced with every plunge, dancing along with my tune.

Sweat beaded on her forehead, dripping onto my chest as she leaned down, capturing a nipple between her teeth and biting—not breaking skin this time, but tugging hard enough to make me buck.

"Fuck, your pussy’s gripping me like a vice," she panted, one hand bracing beside my head, the other sliding under my ass to lift me, angling her cock to hit that sensitive spot inside. Stars burst behind my eyelids, the panties muting my moans into desperate hums.

Cum from before squelched out around her shaft, easing the friction but making everything messier, the sounds obscene—schlick, schlick—as she railed me. The bite mark on my neck pulsed in rhythm, a supernatural tether amplifying every sensation, her cock seeming to swell thicker with each withdrawal.

I writhed beneath her, tears soaking the gag, body betraying me with building heat. Acting vulnerable, I thrashed my head side to side, muffled pleas escaping: "Nngh... stoppp..." But my hips rose to meet her thrusts, pussy fluttering, urging her toward frenzy. Tina’s eyes darkened, jealousy flaring at my performance.

"Still thinking of him? I’ll fuck that out of you. He is mine!" She pulled out suddenly, flipping me onto my side, one leg hooked over her shoulder for deeper access. Re-entering with a grunt, she pounded harder, her balls slapping my ass rhythmically.

The apartment spun in my vision, laptop light flickering like a strobe over our joined bodies. Her free hand roamed, pinching my clit between thrusts, rolling it roughly until I sobbed into the panties.

Pressure coiled low in my belly, unwanted orgasm creeping closer. She sensed it, grinding deeper, cock dragging along my walls. "Cum for me, Sharon. Admit you are a whore!’ I shook my head, but my body convulsed, pussy spasming around her as I shattered, juices gushing out to coat her length.

Tina didn’t relent, chasing her peak with erratic slams, growling as her cock throbbed. "Take my load again." She buried deep, erupting in hot jets, filling me until it leaked past her base. We panted together, her collapsing half on me, cock softening inside. She removed the gag gently? No, roughly yanking the panties free, tossing them aside.

I gasped for air, whispering brokenly, "Tina..." Playing the part, but plotting—her guard down now, secrets ripe for the taking.