My voice wasn’t human anymore.
It was growled.
Dragged from the pit of my stomach.
A snarl soaked in obsession.
I didn’t care that she was crying.
Didn’t care that she was trembling.
Didn’t care that her cunt was red, raw, soaked in every last drop of cum I’d already spilled inside her.
She was still mine.
And she was still going to take more.
“You think this pussy gets to say no to me?” I hissed, driving forward again until my cock ground against the deepest part of her, the knot pressing harder against her opening. “You think this wrecked little hole gets to decide when it’s done being ruined?”
She whimpered into the sheets, trying to speak, but her voice broke into a moan the second I reached up and grabbed her jaw, forcing her head back, making her look at me over her shoulder.
Tears on her cheeks.
Drool down her chin.
Eyes glassy.
So fucking ruined.
So fucking perfect.
“Look at you,” I growled. “Fucked stupid. Stuffed full. Tongue hanging out like
