Leave a mark she’ll feel every time she sits down.
Every time she breathes.
“Oh my god!” she wails, breath ragged, head thrown back.
I can’t help it—a slow, comforting grin tugs at my lips. Like I’m proud of her. Because I wholeheartedly am.
“I think… I think…”
“What, baby?” I murmur, voice like smoke. “You gonna come…with my cock buried in your ass? You like it?”
“No— I—” She resists, but her body betrays her.
Her fingers claw at the blanket. Toes curled. Thighs shaking. Her asshole clamps down around me like a vise, tighter than ever. She comes undone violently.
My balls soak as her pussy gushes. Slick sprays from her cunt in an involuntary wave of ecstasy. She sobs as she peaks, visibly overwhelmed…ruined.
And I keep fucking her through it—deep, powerful thrusts that make her body answer to mine.
She goes limp, loose, and pliable for me. A fucked-dumb whimper slips from her lips that’s hoarse from screaming. All the while, I use her claimed hole the wayIwant—my cock driving in to the hilt, each punishing movement a branding mark. A reminder.
She’ll never forget who she belongs to.
A vicious orgasm rips through my spine. My vision splinters. Pulse deafens. I hold her hips locked to mine, shoving as deep as I can, grinding in tight so I can unload every last drop where it matters most.
“That feels so weird!” she squalls, but I don’t stop. Ream after ream of hot cum spurts into her. Filling her. Marking her. Even after I’m spent, I stay buried, watching her squirm, trying to dislodge me, shifting against the intrusion. But I don’t budge.
When I finally pull out…Istare.Her hole gapes open, red and raw, dripping with my cum. It leaks down the backs of her thighs, pooling in the crook of her bent knees. But that’s not what makes my stomach twist.
There’s blood. A tinge. Ringing the edge. Bright. Fresh. Real.
My jaw tics at the sight. “Why didn’t you tell me to stop?” The question slips out quieter than I mean it to, brow furrowed as I kneel, scanning the wound I caused.
Was it my intention to wreck her with pain? Yes. But…now that I see her bleeding, I’m conflicted.
For a breath, I want to hold her instead of hurt her. The thought disgusts me, and I don’t know why it feels like grief. She looks back at me like I’m the whole sky, and I can’t remember what I was punishing her for anymore.
Hurriedly, I release her from the binds. She sits up and questions me with her expression.
“Come on…I need to take care of you.”
“What happened?”
“Are you hurt?”
“Well, it feels… I don’t know. Strange?AmI hurt?”
I don’t answer. Simply gather her into my arms, pulling her tight against my chest, cradling her like she’s something fragile now. Because maybe she is. I carry her into the bathroom without a word and set her on the marble counter.
The room fills with steam as I run the hot water, sprinkling in Epsom salts like it’ll undo the damage I left inside her. Perhaps it will. When I reach to help her into the tub, she slaps at my arm—light, but firm.
“I can bathe myself.”
The words hit harder than they should. Like an eerie echo. It pulls me back to Crest. To every time she said she couldhandle it.
But I liked doing it for her.
Neededto.