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“You can cry if it’s too much, but you’ll bear it until I’ve come.” Pulling out halfway, he holds me captive with his narrow gaze before shoving to the hilt in one punishing thrust.

I scream hoarsely.

Fuck. This is too much with my legs pressed tight.

He grinds the short curls on his groin perfectly against my clit before withdrawing and jackknifing in my spasming pussy again.

Leaning closer to me until I’m folded in half, he uses his grip on my wrists as leverage and thrusts like a cruel sadist. He’s reveling in my submission, my cries, the flush on my cheeks.

“Christ! I didn’t think you could get tighter.” His harsh voice sounds pained. “Yet here you are, choking and milking my cock like a virgin.”

“It’s too much, King.”

“Too much?” he taunts cruelly. “Then you won’t survive what I plan to do after this, little slave.”

“What are you going to do to me, Master?”

“Make you.”Thrust. “Beg.”Grind.“For mercy.”Thrust.

Crushing his lips against mine, he swallows my whimpers while pounding and impaling me with his dick. His mouth bruises mine, nipping and drawing blood.

Air becomes secondary as he uses my mouth the same way he’s using my cunt.

He keeps using my pussy until I’m certain he’ll break it from his savagery.

The unapologetic and domineering way he demands my surrender sends a rush of euphoria in my veins. He’s breaking me into pieces and putting me back together.

Everything I’ve secretly desired in the darkest corner of my heart...

He gives it all to me.

I’m once again picked up, thrown down on the floor this time. Flipping me onto my stomach, his clothed chest covers my naked back and he turns my face sideways.

His godly cock pierces my pussy, shunting me up the floor.

“King!”

“Fuck! Dammit!” He curses, fucking me hard and fast. “You turn me into a motherfucking animal, little vixen. I can’t stop.”

“Don’t,” I shout. “I can take it.”

“Filthy little slave.” Circling my throat, he twists my arms behind my back with the other and ruts into me like a beast.

I don’t even care if he leaves permanent marks.

I just never want him to stop.

“Clench that cunt,” he growls in my ear. His thrusts, becoming erratic and short. Grinding deep in my womb, he says, “Harder. Make me come. Milk my cock for what it’s worth.”

I squeeze around him with all my might.

His fingers choke my neck just as he lets loose a roar and climaxes on a string of curses. His hips buck against my ass, fingers bruising my wrists as he empties inside the condom.

The disappointment of his cum not flooding my pussy takes me by surprise.

His harsh breath ruffles my hair as he stays buried, barely softening in my channel. I enjoy the weight of him on top of me until he pulls out and lies beside me.

I’m dragged against his chest after I hear him throw the condom away.