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Then he pulls out.
“Turn around,” he says.
I do. My hands are on the wall, and my legs can barely hold me up.
He’s already behind me, dragging my ass back toward his cock.
I barely have time to brace before he’s got one hand tangled in my hair, the other spreading my pussy open like it’s his fuck-toy.
“You wanted to be used? You fucking begged for it.”
His cock drags through my slit, soaking wet from how ready I am.
“Yes,” I say, breathless.
What am I saying?
His fingers tighten in my hair and his cock thrusts violently inside me, pulling a loud gasp from my lips.
“Shh, Isabella,” he whispers in my ear, his hand over my mouth again. “Those sounds are mine to enjoy.”
He starts pounding me immediately, hard and savage. Every thrust is a punishment and a reward at the same time.
“Tight little hole.” His teeth grind. “Do you feel how deep I am?”
I can barely think, let alone speak. His cock is battering my pussy, hitting that sweet, devastating spot with every stroke. I choke out a moan.
“Answer me.”
“Y-yes, fuck—yes …”
He slaps my ass, hard. God, I can’t think of the embarrassment now.
“Say it. Say this pussy’s mine.”
He grabs both my hips and slams into me harder, cock driving deep and fast. Every inch hits where it hurts so good, and he knows it.
“It’s yours—fuck, it’s yours …”
He groans behind me, hungry for more.
“Fuck, that’s right. This little hole’s mine to ruin.”
He reaches my face, fingers hooking into my mouth and pulling my head back by my jaw, forcing me to arch my back for a deeper angle.
My moans are wrecked, desperate, dripping on my thighs.
“You like getting ruined like this? Used like a fuck-doll?”
I try to nod, but he’s already pinning my head against the wood, fucking me harder, deeper, and crueler. My walls spasm, clenching around his cock.
My orgasm hits, fast and consuming. I scream into his palm, but he doesn’t stop.
“Fuck, yes,” he groans low, teeth gritted.
He pulls out of me, fists his cock, and strokes himself with rough, tight movements.
“Fuck—f-fuck,” he rasps.
