I moan in dismay and pleasure. My brain’s scrambled, frazzled with the sudden mixture of bliss and agony. He fucks me with his fingers then spanks me again and it sets me off, my hips rolling and bucking as he goes back and forth, teasing my clit, spreading my lips, fucking me deep before giving me another tight spank.
I’m controlled, dominated, taken in a way I’ve never imagined before, and with such force. He’s not gentle or kind, he’s not being thoughtful or caring, he’s only an animal taking what he needs.
And right now, he needs to break me.
He spanks me again.
I cry out, moaning his name.
“That’s right, princess. Say my fucking name.” His fingers plunge in deep and I drool onto the mat as I work my hips, letting him fuck me, my legs spread wide, utterly lost in the moment. “You’re a filthy girl, you know that? The second I spank your bare skin, you’re lying there shaking your ass and shoving your soaking wet cunt just begging for me to fuck you. Look at you, Mirella, you’re dripping down onto the mat, your juice is rolling down my fingers and it’s soaking the floor, you’re so desperate for me. You’re a dirty fucking girl and I’m going to punish you for daring to pretend like you know a damn thing about me.”
I come as he talks dirty and fucks my pussy. I come hard and gasp his name, panting it over and over again, blinded by pleasure and bliss and broken with pain and agony. Just as I’m finishing, he spanks me again then grabs my hips and drags me up toward him.
I feel his cock and only then do I realize he pulled down his workout gear.
He’s rock hard, standing thick and long, his veins pulsing. He’s staring at me with nightmarish eyes filled with lust, and I’m wiggling my hips, my soaking pussy in the air, utterly open and exposed for him. I feel so filthy and so vulnerable, and I want him to badly it hurts my core. I want him to fuck me, I want him to destroy me. I’m desperate for his cock and I’m delirious with that want.
He spreads me wide and bends forward, licking my pussy from behind. I moan into the mat and cry out as he pulls back and teases my clit with the tip of his cock. I buck against him, wanting it so badly, every muscle in my body aching for his touch.
And only after he spanks me one more time, so hard I scream, does he finally plunge his thick cock deep inside.
Oh, fuck, he’s too big.
He’s massive. He stretches me out and fills me to the brim, so deep and rough that I’m not even sure I can handle it all. But I take him, because I’m a good girl, and I desperately want to please him right now. He groans as he slowly works himself deeper and deeper, growling like an animal, and pulls back before thrusting again, harder this time.
He spanks me, fucks me, spanks me.
“You’re all mine, princess. Every inch of your skin’s all mine. I want to drink your tears and fuck you senseless. I want to make you scream and come so hard you forget your own fucking name. I want you to crawl on all fours, drooling and pleading with me, begging for more. I want you to suck my cock deep and sloppy and drink every drop of my cum. I want you, Mirella, all of you, my filthy fucking girl.”
Faster, harder. Spank, spank, spank. He fucks me deep and rough now, and I feel it building with each word he speaks. His cock takes me in a blinding frenzy, fucking me like an animal, and I gasp as I come again, and this time he doesn’t pause. He pulls my hair and squeezes my breasts and nipples as I come with his cock between my legs. It’s heaven and it’s hell, and I don’t know the difference between pleasure and pain, and I don’t think I care.
He keeps going, fucking me raw and savage, taking his fill. There’s no end to him and there’s a part of me that wants his cock between my legs forever. I could take him over and over and never grow tired of his rough hands on my skin and his teeth making their mark on my shoulder. He slaps my ass and squeezes my hips and bites my back and pulls my hair, and I scream his name as we fall into a sweaty, mindless heap. I buck my hips back against him, riding harder and harder, and he’s sweating and gorgeous as he takes me again and again.
I whimper and sob as he fucks me. He grabs my throat and kisses my cheek, sucking the tears from the soft skin of my throat. He’s unrelenting, merciless. It feels so good my brain is sending confusing, fucked-up signals all over. My emotions are a mess. His cock is heaven and hell. There’s a moment where the distinctions between good and evil, right and wrong, pleasure and pain utterly collapse, leaving nothing but the perfect glowing bliss of him fucking me. I’m entirely in the moment as I moan, so aroused that I’m dripping onto the floor with each of his rough thrusts.