**Beach Night: Taken by Force**

The bonfire crackled, casting flickering orange light over the sand as the waves crashed in the distance. Erika and I had come to this secluded stretch of beach for a quiet night under the stars, but the mood had turned tense. She’d been drinking, her dark eyes glinting with something unfamiliar—something dangerous.

“You don’t get to tell me no,” she hissed, shoving me hard. My back hit the sand, the impact knocking the wind out of me. Before I could scramble up, she was on me, straddling my waist, her hands pressing down on my chest. Her thighs squeezed tight, trapping me.

“Erika, what the fuck?” I wheezed, struggling to push her off. But her fingers dug into my skin, nails biting in as she leaned down, her breath hot against my ear.

“Shut up,” she growled. “You’re gonna take what I give you.”

Her knee ground into my crotch, making me gasp. I tried twisting away, but she wrenched my arms back, pinning me with her weight. Then her fist slammed into my ribs—once, twice—knocking the fight out of me. Pain flared through my side as I curled in on myself, coughing.

She didn’t stop there. Grabbing my hair, she yanked my head back. “Look at me,” she snarled. I barely had time to blink before she crashed her mouth onto mine, biting my lip hard enough to draw blood. Her tongue forced its way in, dominating, tasting like whiskey and salt. I groaned, part pain, part unwilling arousal as my dick twitched in my shorts.

Erika pulled back, grinning at the blood on my lip. “You like that, huh?” Her hand slid down my chest, nails scraping over my stomach before shoving into my waistband. My cock was half-hard, betraying me as she wrapped her fingers around it and squeezed. I gritted my teeth, hips jerking as pleasure and shame twisted together.

“Pathetic,” she sneered, jerking my shorts down. The cool night air hit my exposed cock, already leaking pre-cum. She spat into her palm and stroked me roughly, her grip tight, almost painful. My breath hitched, my body arching despite myself.

Then she stopped.

Before I could react, she flipped me onto my stomach, knee digging into my spine. The sand scraped against my bare skin as she yanked my hips up. I tried to push back, but she smacked my ass hard, the sharp sting making me gasp.

“Stay still,” she ordered.

I heard her shuffling behind me, then the wet sound of her fingers working between her legs. A second later, her pussy was pressed against my ass, her clit rubbing against my skin. She groaned, grinding against me, her breath coming in short, sharp pants.

“Fuck, you’re gonna take it,” she muttered, lining up her soaking wet cunt with my cock.

Then she slammed down.

I groaned as she forced my dick inside her, her tight walls clamping around me instantly. She didn’t give me time to adjust—just started riding me hard, her hips slamming down over and over. Every thrust sent shocks of pleasure-pain through me, my hands clawing at the sand.

“You feel that?” she panted, nails digging into my back. “You’re mine.”

Her pussy clenched around me, squeezing tight as she fucked herself on my cock. The wet sounds of her taking me filled the air, mixing with her moans and the distant crash of waves.

I couldn’t hold back. The way she used me, the way her body moved—it was too much. My balls tightened, my cock throbbing inside her.

“Fuck—Erika, I’m gonna—”

She leaned down, her lips brushing my ear. “Cum,” she whispered. “Cum inside me like the bitch you are.”

Her words sent me over. With a ragged groan, I came hard, my cock pulsing as I filled her up. She laughed, a dark, satisfied sound as she kept riding me through it, milking every last drop.

Then, just as suddenly as she’d taken me, she slid off, leaving me gasping in the sand. She stood, wiping her thighs with her fingers before smearing my cum across my face.

“Good boy,” she murmured, before turning and walking back toward the bonfire.

I lay there, beaten, used, and still painfully hard. And I knew—she wasn’t done with me yet.