Don't Hold Back

JANEVERA'S POV

Ceasar snapped his hips forward, the wet, heavy slap of his balls against my ass ringing out like a claim. His cock plunged in and out with vicious precision, stretching my swollen walls, filling me to the hilt, the curved head battering that spot inside that made my toes curl and my vision spark white. His groans tangled with my broken moans, raw and animal, drowning everything else until the room was nothing but slick skin, filthy sounds, and the scent of us fucking like the world was ending.

He ground deeper, rolling his hips in a slow, filthy circle so the fat, swollen crown kissed my cervix with sweet, punishing pressure. The sharp, delicious burn detonated through me, I gasped, sobbed, back arching off the leather as tears pricked my eyes from the overwhelming stretch.

Then he began to pump into me again, faster.

No warm-up and neither mercy, just pure, animal rhythm, his hips snapping forward, cock pistoning in and out of my soaked, ruined cunt with brutal and relentless. Each thrust slammed home with a wet, heavy slap, balls smacking my ass, the curved head battering that perfect spot inside me over and over until my vision blurred white at the edges. My pussy spasmed around him in frantic, milking pulses as he fucked me like he wanted to break me in half, like he wanted to imprint himself so deep I’d feel him for days.

My legs shook uncontrollably, heels digging into the couch, toes curling so hard they cramped. My tits bounced with every violent thrust, nipples raw and aching, sweat-slick skin sliding against his.

I couldn’t form words, only broken, breathless sobs of his name.

He leaned down, teeth scraping my throat, voice shredded with lust.

“That’s it, baby. Take it. Take every fucking inch while I ruin this pretty cunt for anyone else. You’re mine tonight, tomorrow, always.” he growled as he kept pumping, faster, harder, deeper, driving me straight into another shattering climax while I screamed, squirted in violent, helpless pulses that sprayed over his abs and cock, drenching us both. And still he didn’t stop, just kept driving into me, relentlessly, claiming and marking me inside and out until the only word left in my wrecked throat was his name.

“Oh, Caesar… Don’t stop, please… Fuck me harder!”

He growled, slamming into me so hard the couch rocked and groaned beneath us.

“That’s it, scream my name, baby. Let the whole fucking estate know who’s ruining this cunt,” he thrust viciously deep, grinding the swollen head against my cervix until I sobbed, “and every time you sit down you’ll remember who owns this pussy. Now come again. Soak me one more time before I paint these walls white.”

He didn’t wait for me to, instead he pumped harder, faster, chasing his own climax. His thick shaft pistoned in and out of my sopping cunt harder and faster, the angle perfect, the curved head dragging over my G-spot on every withdrawal, only to slam back in balls-deep with a wet, obscene slap. My toes curled hard enough to cramp, nails raking bloody furrows down his back as wave after wave of blinding ecstasy crashed through me.

The room was nothing but depravity, the lewd, sloshy symphony of wet flesh slapping wet flesh, my pussy so drenched it sprayed little spurts of slick around his pistoning cock with every violent stroke.

“That’s it,” Ceasar snarled, sweat dripping from his jaw onto my bouncing tits.

My thighs shook uncontrollably. Electric pleasure coiled tighter and tighter in my belly, a hot, tingling pressure ready to explode.

“Come on, baby,” he growled, voice raw and commanding. “Show me how good I fuck you. Squirt for me one more time. Mark me while I mark you.”

I couldn’t hold back, the coil snapped and I screamed his name, back bowing violently off the couch, pussy clamping down in savage, milking spasms as I came again, squirting in messy, uncontrollable jets that sprayed over his abs, his cock, and the leather beneath us in hot, shameful floods. My entire body seized, thighs trembling uncontrollably, toes curled so hard they cramped, every muscle locked in white-hot, blinding ecstasy while he kept pounding through it, relentlessly.

“That’s a good fucking girk. You’re mine, all fucking mine, my naughty little slut,” he snarled, teeth scraping my throat before his big hand wrapped around it, fingers pressing just enough to make my head spin. The grip intensified every pulse of pleasure until I stuck my tongue out, gasping, drooling, completely undone. “This cunt was made to take my cock and my cum. Say it.”

“Yes… yes, Caesar…my cunt was made for your cock” I whimpered, voice shredded, wrapping my legs tight around his waist, heels digging into the hard muscle of his ass, desperate to pull him deeper, to feel every brutal inch of his cock inside me.

Ceasar growled in savage approval, hips snapping faster, balls slapping my soaked ass wet and heavy.

“That’s right. Mine fucking good gurl”

His words detonated inside me like a bomb.

“Oh god… oh fuck…!” I sobbed, clawing bloody trails down his back. The pleasure was insane, unbearable, radiating from my core in deep, tingling contractions that coiled tighter and tighter, a spring ready to snap. My clit throbbed wildly against the base of his shaft, swollen and hypersensitive. I tried to fight it, tried to hold back the tsunami, and he felt me tightening, felt the frantic flutter of my walls milking him greedily.

“No… nooo!” I wailed, thrashing beneath him, tears streaming, but my hips betrayed me, bucking up to meet every thrust.

He only fucked me harder, teeth bared, sweat dripping from his jaw onto my bouncing tits.

“Don’t you dare hold back,” he snarled, squeezing my throat just enough to make stars burst behind my eyes. “I want that pretty cunt to squirt for me again. I want the whole goddamn building to hear you break. Give it to me, right fucking now.”

The wet, vigorous slosh of his cock churning my soaked pussy filled the air, filthy, rhythmic, and unstoppable, as he thrust harder, faster, and unyielding. Every brutal stroke drove that thick, curved shaft deeper into my ruined cunt, the swollen head battering my cervix, the slick sound of my body made so obscene it echoed off the walls.

I felt it cresting, the biggest wave yet, a tsunami ready to rip me apart.

“Oh fuck… OH FUUUUCKKK!!!”