He Hates Me

CEASAR'S POV

My cock pounded her cunt without mercy, thick, curved head slamming into that devastating spot again and again, battering it, owning it, each stroke driving her forward, tits scraping the wall, nipples swollen and burning, back arched to the breaking point.

Her ruined pussy made obscene, sloppy sounds with every thrust, making her loose her fucking mind. Completely.

Her screams turned incoherent, just broken, desperate wails of my name and please and fuck, tears and drool streaking her face, body shaking so violently her knees skidded on the marble.

“Please…Caesar…fuck…I’m gonna…” Her voice shattered into a raw, guttural scream as another orgasm tore through her, violent and uncontrollable. Her pussy clamped down so hard I had to fight to keep thrusting, walls rippling, milking me in frantic waves.

I didn’t slow, neither did I stop.

I just fucked her harder, deeper, faster, using her folded body like a toy built for this exact kind of destruction, pounding her through every shattering climax until her voice cracked and the only thing left spilling from her lips was my name, over and over, like a prayer, like a plea, like the only word she had left.

And I gave her more, because she was mine to break and I was nowhere near finished.

Hips pistoning with savage, bone-rattling force, cock spearing her open again and again and again, the relentless slap of my pelvis against her reddened, rippling ass echoing through the foyer like war drums.

I used her tiny waist like a handle, fingers locked tight, yanking her back onto me with every brutal thrust so she took every inch to the root, no escape, no mercy. The thick, curved head drove straight deep into her over and over until her entire body convulsed, until there was nothing left of her but shaking, sobbing and the wet, endless proof that she was mine, slick gushing in messy torrents, squirting around my shaft, running down her trembling thighs, dripping off my balls, pooling on the marble in filthy, glistening puddles.

Because tonight, when she walked into that room on my arm, every breath she took, every step, every fake little smile she forced for the cameras would still taste like me.

She’d feel me leaking out of her with every movement, thighs slick, pussy swollen and throbbing, marked inside and out and every man who looked at her would know, without a word, exactly who had put that ruined, radiant glow on her face.

“Feel that, little firecracker?” I snarled. “Feel me ruining you all over again? When we walk in there tonight, every step you take, every breath, every fake little smile for those cameras, you’re going to feel me right here. Deep. Leaking out of this perfect, wrecked cunt like the claim it is.”

Her legs shook violently, her thighs trying to snap shut on pure instinct, her knees knocking together as her body convulsed from overstimulation. But all it did was make her impossibly tighter, her soaked walls clamping down around my cock like a vice, the slick friction turning brutal, exquisite. Every time she tried to close her legs it only dragged her swollen folds along my shaft, milking me harder, making the wet, filthy squelch of her cunt even louder.

Another broken cry tore from her throat as her body convulsed again, squirting around my cock in messy, desperate pulses of hot, clear jets that sprayed across my lower abs, ran down my balls, dripped onto the marble in obscene, glistening puddles that spread beneath us like evidence.

I didn’t slow.

I fucked her through it, harder, faster, deeper, hips pistoning with force, the relentless slap of my pelvis against her reddened ass echoing like a war drum. Her arms finally gave out, her cheek pressed to the cold marble, mouth open on silent, shattered screams, drool pooling beneath her lips. Her body shook uncontrollably, voice gone, nothing left but raw, trembling surrender.

Her ass stayed high, legs forced wide again by my grip, cunt stretched obscenely around my cock, swollen lips gripping me on every withdrawal, fluttering helplessly on every thrust. She was taking me like it was the only thing keeping her alive like my cock was the only thing anchoring her to the earth while I destroyed her from the inside out.

And I kept going. Because I wasn’t done with her, not every step she took tonight was a reminder and not until the whole damn world knew exactly who this perfect, wrecked woman belonged to.

“Oh fuck… oh fuck… Caesar, please….” She sobbed, her voice cracking, raw from screaming. “Slow down, please, I can’t!”

Her begging only snapped the last thread of my control and turned me into something feral.

I could feel it building in her again, her walls fluttering wildly around my cock, breath hitching in sharp, desperate little gasps, another orgasm already clawing its way up her spine even though she was still trembling from the last one.

I slammed into her harder, faster, savage, relentless. No mercy for her oversensitive cunt, no easing up, just raw, punishing strokes that punched straight into that spot that made her scream.

Every thrust drove deeper, the thick, curved head battering her swollen walls, forcing them to stretch again and again around me even as they spasmed from overstimulation.

Her slick gushed with every brutal snap of my hips, squirting in messy, desperate pulses that soaked my shaft, ran down my balls, splattered the marble beneath us. The wet, filthy squelch of her ruined pussy grew louder, obscene, drowning out her broken sobs.

I pounded her through the flood, through every fresh wave of release, until she was sobbing my name in shattered, desperate pieces,

“Caesar…fuck….Caesar…too much….Caesar!!”

Her voice cracked, body jerking forward with every violent thrust and still she came again, pussy clamping down so hard my vision flickered, another torrent of slick flooding out of her as her entire body convulsed beneath me.

“No…no…Caesar, I can’t take it, please..” she cried, voice shattering, body trembling violently.

“Liar,” I snarled, driving in so deep her whole body jerked forward. “This pussy is begging for it. Feel how wet you are? Feel how you’re squeezing me? You’re about to come all over my cock again, aren’t you? and you’re going to scream my name while you do it.”

“I…fuck…Caesar, please, I’m going to…”

“That’s it,” I rasped, hips pistoning, cock spearing her open at every thrust. “Come for me, little firecracker. Come all over the cock that owns you. Let me feel this cunt milk me dry.”

She broke with a raw, guttural scream of my name, back bowing off the floor, pussy clamping down so hard I saw stars as hot, messy pulses of slick squirted around my shaft, soaking my balls, running down her thighs in filthy streams as her body convulsed beneath me.

Her arms had long since given out, her cheek pressed to the cold marble, mouth open on silent screams, drool pooling beneath her lips. The only thing holding her up now was my cock buried to the hilt and my hands clamped around her waist, yanking her back to meet every thrust.

I kept pounding into that slushy, wet, incredibly tight, delicious pussy of hers ruthlessly and relentlessly, each thrust driving deeper into the molten heat that gripped me like a fist. Her slick sprayed around my cock with every savage stroke, coating my shaft in glistening heat, dripping off my heavy balls, running in hot, filthy rivers down her trembling thighs. The sound was pure filth, wet flesh slapping wet flesh, her ruined cunt squelching obscenely around me, my balls smacking her ass in a steady, harsh rhythm that echoed off marble like war drums.

“Caesar!” she sobbed, voice broken, breathless, body jerking with every

thrust. “Caesar, please…”

“Please what, baby?” I snarled, hips snapping harder, cock spearing her open so deep her whole frame shuddered. “Please stop? Or please make me come again?”

She couldn’t answer just another shattered cry of my name, tits bouncing wildly beneath her, nipples hard and begging, sweat-slick skin gleaming under the chandelier light. Her walls fluttered and spasmed around me, trying to milk me dry, trying to drag me over the edge with her but I wasn’t ready to give it to her yet.

I wanted her wrecked and I wanted her ruined. I wanted her walking into that party barely able to stand, thighs shaking, pussy still leaking, every step a reminder that she was mine.

So I fucked her harder, faster, and deeper, clamping her tighter and forcing her ass higher so I could drill straight into that spot that made her scream.

“That’s it,” I growled, sweat rolling down my temples, dripping from my jaw onto her back. I let one hand slide from her tiny waist, slammed my palm against the wall above her head for leverage, forearm flexing, veins bulging, and used the new angle to pound into her even harder.

The shift let me drive straight down, cock spearing her at a harsh deeper depth. Each thrust slammed her forward, tits scraping the wall, nipples dragging over cold marble, her whole body jerking like a ragdoll impaled on my dick.

“Scream my name again,” I snarled, voice shredded. “Let the whole fucking house hear who this cunt belongs to. When you walk in there tonight, every breath you take is going to taste like me. Every step you take is going to feel me dripping out of you. And every time you try to sit pretty, you’ll remember exactly how I ruined you right here on this floor.”

And immediately she heard those words, she came again with a raw, guttural sob of my name, pussy clamping down so hard my vision flickered white at the edges. I still didn’t stop.

I kept pounding, carelessly, hips pistoning like a machine gone feral, cock spearing her open with long strokes that punched the air from her lungs in broken sobs.

“Caesar… Caesar… Caesar…” she cried out, the name cracking, shattering, spilling from her throat in raw, desperate pieces as her ruined cunt spasmed around me again and again.

I fucked her through every aftershock, through every fresh gush of slick, through every tremor that wracked her body. I wasn’t going to stop.

Then…BEEEEEP.

BEEEEEP.

BEEEEEEEEEP.