Feeling Her

JANEVERA'S POV

One savage, unrelenting thrust that drove every last inch inside me in a single, blinding heartbeat. The wet, hungry slap of his hips against mine cracked through the room like a gunshot, skin on slick skin, so loud and filthy it rang in my ears while my soaked pussy swallowed him whole with a greedy, wet squelch that made my cheeks burn with shame and molten need. I was utterly stuffed, impaled, and claimed all over again. Every ridge and every pulsing vein branded itself inside me. My juices coated him in a searing, slippery sheen that dripped down his shaft and soaked his heavy, slapping balls.

My back arched violently, tits crushed against his sweat-slick chest, nipples dragging over hard muscle as another helpless orgasm coiled vicious and tight in my belly.

He dragged out slowly, cruelly, letting every thick, pulsing vein scrape my fluttering walls, my walls clinging to every retreating vein, letting the obscene, sucking sounds fill the air as my cunt tried desperately to keep him inside.

Then he snapped his hips forward again, only to slam back in with even more force, harder and deeper, the impact punching a ragged scream from my throat as that brutal motion split me open anew. My back arched so violently my spine cracked, tits crushed against the furnace of his sweat-slick chest, nipples dragging like live wires across hard muscle, sparking electricity straight to my swollen clit.

“Look at you,” he snarled, voice low and vicious. “Taking my cock like the greedy little whore you are. This cunt was made for me, wasn’t it?”

He pulled out again, almost all the way, leaving me empty and clenching on nothing, then slammed back in, balls slapping my ass with a wet crack.

“Ahhh….” I gasped, sharp and ragged, the sound ripping out of me as that brutal motion repeated, splitting me open anew with every savage stroke.

His hands clamped to my waist like iron vices, calloused fingers digging deep into my hips, bruising the flesh as he yanked me down hard. My cunt swallowed every veined inch in one merciless glide, the curved head punching against my cervix, stretching me to my absolute limit.

The rhythm turned savage, his hips pistoning, cock spearing me open, the wet, sloshing squelch of my drenched cunt taking him echoing like a war drum. My slick sprayed around his shaft with every violent stroke, splattering his abs, running in hot rivers down my thighs, and soaking the leather beneath us until it gleamed.

“Listen to that sloppy fucking cunt,” he growled against my ear, teeth scraping the lobe hard enough to sting, the low, gravel-rough rumble of his voice vibrating straight into my bones. “Sucking me in like it’s starving. You love being split open on this cock, don’t you, little flame? Love feeling me wreck this pretty hole?”

His words alone made my inner walls clench violently around him, slick and pliant, molding perfectly to every brutal inch of his thickness like I was made for him and him alone. I could feel every ridge, every thick, pulsing vein dragging along my sensitive walls, imprinting itself inside me, branding me from the inside out. My juices coated him in a searing, slippery sheen, running down his shaft in hot, shameless streams, soaking his heavy balls, dripping off them in slow, obscene drops that splattered the leather beneath us.

Every filthy syllable from that deep, sexy voice of his sent another helpless spasm through my cunt, another gush of slick, another broken sob from my throat. I was lost in it, lost in him, lost in the way he talked to me while he ruined me.

“Yes,” I whimpered, voice cracked and desperate, nails raking down his back. “Yes, I love it, I love your cock wrecking me, please…”

He laughed, dark and triumphant, and slammed in harder, the wet slap of his hips against my soaked thighs echoing like a claim.

“That’s right, baby. This cunt knows who it belongs to. Keeps sucking me like it never wants to let go. Gonna make sure it remembers me for days.”He then lifted me again, slammed me down again, again, again, using my body like a toy built for his pleasure. Up again, down again, faster, harder with every thrust, fucking me onto his cock like I was weightless.

My cunt made obscene, wet sounds with every violent drop, slick flying, splattering his thighs and abs alike. His hips snapped up to meet every descent, pounding, pumping, fucking me in a fast forceful rhythm that turned my screams into broken, breathless sobs.

The curved head battered that perfect spot inside me on every thrust, over and over, until my vision blurred and my whole world narrowed to the thick cock splitting me open. My pussy spasmed uncontrollably, squirting in hot, messy pulses around him, soaking us both, dripping off his balls in filthy streams.

I couldn’t speak, couldn’t think, and could only ride him as he used me, wrecked me, and owned me completely, every savage thrust driving me higher until I shattered again, screaming his name as my cunt clamped down and milked him for everything he had.

“Say it,” he snarled, hips pistoning up to meet every drop, pounding me raw. “Tell me who owns this greedy little pussy while I fuck you stupid.”

“Yours!” I sobbed, tears streaking my face, voice shredded. “It’s yours, Caesar, only yours, please!”

“That’s fucking right,” he hissed, one hand fisting my hair, yanking my head back so hard my throat was bared to him. He bit down on the tendon, hard, marking me. “Mine to ruin. Mine to breed. Mine to stuff full of cum until it’s leaking out of you for days.”

Another brutal thrust, another, another, the wet, rhythmic slap-slap-slap of flesh on flesh mixing with the obscene, squelching churn of my cunt. The air turned thick with the raw scent of sex, my gushing arousal, his sweat, the salty tang of pre-cum, and the heady musk of pure, animal fucking.

“Feel how deep I am?” he rasped, voice black velvet and pure filth. “Feel me in your fucking guts, little flame? That’s where my cum’s going tonight, right up against your womb. I’m going to flood this tight cunt until it’s dripping down your thighs in front of everyone, and you’ll still be begging me to breed you again.”

I was shattered.

A second, harder orgasm slammed through me, screaming, squirting, milking his cock in violent, greedy spasms while he kept pounding, kept owning, kept claiming me without a shred of mercy.

His grip on my hips tightened as he used me like a ragdoll, lifting me clean off his cock until only the swollen crown stretched my ruined entrance, then slamming me back down so hard my vision whited out. My clit mashed against his pelvis on every brutal downstroke, swollen, hypersensitive, sending lightning bolts of raw pleasure-pain shooting up my spine. My walls spasmed uncontrollably, squirting in messy, uncontrollable pulses that soaked his shaft, his balls, his thighs, the couch, everything. The room sounded like pure depravity, wet, rhythmic slaps, obscene squelching, my broken screams, and his animal growls.

Up and down he worked me, letting me feel every devastating inch split me apart. Sweat dripped from his jaw onto my bouncing tits and I licked my lips and tasted salt and him. My nails clawed bloody furrows down his back, and he only snarled deeper and fucked me harder.

“That’s it, scratch me up, baby. Mark me while I ruin this pretty little cunt. Everyone’s going to see my back tomorrow and know exactly who you belong to.”

He lifted me again like I weighed nothing, then yanked me down hard, impaling me again and again on that thick, curved shaft. My slick walls fluttered helplessly around him, coating him in fresh gushes of arousal every time he bottomed out. I felt every ridge, every pulsing vein dragging along my sensitive insides, stretching me open, molding me permanently to the shape of him.

“Look at you,” he growled, teeth scraping my throat. “Crying on my cock, squirting like a desperate slut. You love being my personal cum dump, don’t you? Say it.”

“It’s yours!” I sobbed, voice shredded. “My pussy’s yours, only yours, please….”

“Damn right,” he hissed before he bit down on my collarbone, teeth sinking in deep enough to leave a perfect, claiming mark. “Gonna pump this pretty cunt so full you’ll feel me for a fucking week.”

Another vicious thrust, another, another, faster, harder, relentless, causing another orgasm coiled vicious and unstoppable in my belly, ready to rip me apart all over again while he kept lifting, kept slamming, and kept owning every inch of me with his cock and his filthy, perfect words.

He groaned low in his throat, the sound vibrating straight into my bones as his powerful arms lifted me clean off his lap, then dropped me back down, guiding my hips in a sharp rhythm designed to wreck me.

His cock slid out halfway, teasing every sensitive nerve, letting me feel the devastating drag of every thick vein, before he plunged back in deep. Up and down he made me ride him, my ass cheeks slapping wet against his thighs with each descent until my body sank flush against his lap. His entire length throbbed inside me, buried to the root, that curved tip kissing the mouth of my womb so perfectly stars burst behind my eyelids.

His grip turned brutal, hips snapping up to meet mine with ferocious, animal intensity. Each thrust drove that thick, curved cock in and out of my dripping cunt like a piston, the friction setting every nerve on fire. My swollen clit mashed against his pelvis on every punishing stroke, hypersensitive and throbbing, sending white-hot shocks through my core. My nipples dragged like sparks across his sweat-slick chest as another orgasm coiled vicious and unstoppable low in my belly.

A sudden, uncontrollable gush exploded out of me, hot, clear fluid spraying from my pee hole in messy arcs as he pounded deeper. The pleasure short-circuited my entire body, my thighs quivered violently, my legs turned to useless jelly, and every muscle hummed with electric heat.

Caesar growled, a savage, possessive rumble that made my pussy clamp down harder around him. He grabbed my bruised ass cheeks with both hands, fingers sinking deep enough to leave fresh marks, and in one fluid, dominant motion flipped us.

My back slammed into the cool leather, legs splayed obscenely wide, and his cock never once slipped out, staying buried to the hilt as he wedged his knees between my spread thighs. Caesar loomed over me like a dark god, all corded muscle and feral hunger, one hand braced on the armrest above my head, veins bulging in his forearm, the other palming my ass, forcing my hips up so he could drill even deeper.

“You feel so fucking good, my little firecracker,” he groaned, voice pure gravel and sin, each filthy word rumbling straight through my bones as he pumped harder, taking control of every thrust, every depth, every speed. “This tight cunt is sucking me in like it never wants to let go.”