Animal

CEASAR'S POV

Vera whimpered, nails clawing trails against the wall, back arching hard, ass pushing back into me, trying to pull me impossibly deeper.

So I gave it to her. I slammed into her harder, faster, feral.

Hips snapping with bone-jarring force, balls slapping her soaked cunt with wet, heavy smacks, the filthy, squelching churn of her drenched pussy taking me echoing through the foyer like a war drum. Her slick sprayed around my cock with every violent stroke, splattering my thighs and running in glistening streams down her trembling legs.

Her whole body jolted with the force, tits crushed against the wall, nipples dragging through her dress across the cool surface with every harsh thrust, a broken scream tearing from her throat as her cunt spasmed wildly around me, walls rippling, trying to drag me over the edge with her but I wasn’t done.

Not even close. I was going to fuck her until the only name she remembered was mine and until the only thing she felt for the rest of the night was me.

I fisted her hair, thick, glossy silk wrapping tight around my knuckles and yanked her head back hard until her throat arched beautifully for me, pulse hammering beneath sweat-slick skin. My teeth sank into the side of her neck, hard enough to bruise, hard enough to mark her for days. She cried out, a raw, shattered sound that shot straight to my cock and made it throb inside her.

“Tonight,” I snarled, pounding deeper, faster, “when we walk into that engagement party, every last bastard in the room is going to smell me on you.”

I slammed in again, pelvis slapping her soaked ass with a sharp, wet crack that rang off the marble like a gunshot.

I fucked her from behind like an animal raw, feral, unstoppable. One hand fisted in her hair, yanking her head back so her throat arched for my teeth and the other clamped on her hip, fingers sinking into soft flesh hard enough to leave bruises shaped like my grip. I used that hold to drag her back onto my cock with every brutal thrust, meeting my forward snap halfway so the impact jolted through her entire body.

Her ass rippled with every collision, skin blooming red under the force, the gold chains across her bare back flashing and rattling like jewelry on a prize I was claiming in front of the whole damn world.

The wet squelch of her ruined cunt was loud and filthy in the quiet foyer, every thrust forcing another obscene, sloppy noise from her swollen pussy as it swallowed my cock whole, greedy, desperate, dripping. Slick sprayed around my shaft with each quick stroke, splattering my thighs, running in hot rivulets down her trembling legs, pooling on the marble beneath us.

“You’ll be dripping my cum down those pretty thighs under that dress with nothing to hide it,” I growled, voice shredded, teeth scraping the fresh bruise blooming on her neck. “Pussy swollen and ruined from this cock. You’ll smile for the cameras, legs shaking, knowing I fucked you stupid right before we left. You’ll sit at that table with my load leaking out of this greedy little hole, trying to act innocent while I watch you squirm. One look from me and you’ll soak the fucking chair all over again.”

She sobbed, back bowing deeper, tits bouncing wildly, threatening to spill completely from the plunging neckline with every violent thrust. Sweat-slick skin slapped against mine, her ass cheeks reddening under the relentless pounding, the gold chains glinting with every brutal collision.

I wasn’t gentle and I wasn’t slow either.

Each stroke was harder and faster than the last, my hips snapping with bone-jarring force, cock spearing her open, balls slapping up against her soaked clit with wet, heavy smacks that made her cunt tighten even more around me, like a fist trying to trap me inside forever.

I fucked her like I wanted to brand my name into her soul with every thick, pulsing inch and she took it took me like she was born for it.

Crying, shaking, coming apart on my cock while I wrecked her against the wall and made sure the entire night ahead would be nothing but the echo of me inside her.

I shoved her down with the fist still knotted tight in her hair, yanking hard until her palms slapped the cold marble with a sharp, ringing crack that ricocheted through the foyer like a gunshot. The force shot up her arms, her shoulders jerked forward, her spine bowed violently, and her heavy tits spilled completely free of the plunging neckline in one glorious, obscene bounce. They swung beneath her, swollen and flushed, nipples dark-pink and diamond-hard, swaying like ripe, bruised fruit begging to be devoured.

The silk dress already bunched at her waist from earlier slid lower with the motion, pooling around her hips in a dark, wrecked halo that framed her bare skin like a fallen crown. Every part of her from ribs to thighs was suddenly, gloriously exposed, the elegant curve of her back, the dimples above her ass, the slick shine of cum and arousal still glistening on her inner thighs.

Her legs splayed wide on pure, shameless instinct, knees skidding apart on the slick marble until her thighs trembled and shook. The new angle forced her back into a perfect, filthy bow, head down, ass high, and pussy spread open and dripping, offered up to me like the most obscene gift I’d ever been handed.

She was completely, utterly mine in that moment with her tits hanging heavy and swaying beneath her, back arched like a sacrifice on an altar built just for me, cunt swollen and ruined, still leaking around my cock in a slow, shameful pulses that dripped from her puffy folds and splattered onto the marble beneath her in glistening, obscene drops.

I slammed my cock into her, pressing her folded body harder against the wall with every thrust. The new angle let me hit deeper than before, so deep the thick, curved head punched straight into the end of her, battering that devastating spot that made her scream. Her legs shook violently, knees skidding wider on the slick floor, thighs trembling as she tried to hold herself up.

“Please,” she whimpered, voice cracking, raw from screaming. “Please, Caesar… I can’t… I want to cum… Please stop. it’s too muchhhh…”

“Stop?” I snarled, gripping her hips harder, yanking her back onto my cock with brutal force. “You think I’m stopping when this greedy little cunt is milking me like it never wants to let go? No, baby. You’re going to come again. You’re going to come until you’re sobbing, until your legs give out and the only thing holding you up is my cock splitting you open.”

I released her hair only to clamp both hands around her tiny waist, fingers nearly meeting in the middle, thumbs pressing hard into the soft dimples above her ass. I used that brutal leverage to tilt her hips higher, sharper, lifting her ass, folding her deeper, opening her cunt completely for me, angling her so the thick, curved head of my cock lined up perfectly with that spot inside her that turned her into a sobbing, trembling mess.

Then I drove straight into it.