I Own You

JANEVERA'S POV

His grip tightened, almost painful, lifting and weighing my breasts in his palms like he was making me feel the truth of his ownership in my bones, making me feel his words as much as his hands.

Before I could even gasp, he dropped his head and his tongue flicked out, hot and wet, dragging a slow, wet stripe across my other nipple in one long, filthy lick. The scalding heat made me jerk, pussy clenching hard around his buried cock, dragging a guttural groan from his chest.

“That’s me owning you,” he growled against the slick, aching peak, teeth scraping the sensitive tip, breath burning my skin.

Then his mouth lashed out and closed over my nipple. He sucked, hard and relentlessly, cheeks hollowing as he pulled the swollen, aching bud deep into the scalding furnace of his mouth.

The draw was vicious, electric, pleasure detonated from my breast and shot straight to my clit like a lightning strike, making my pussy spasm wildly around his buried cock. At the exact same moment his other hand crushed my breast harder, fingers sinking so deep the soft flesh spilled over his wrist, my nipple trapped and throbbing under the rough pad of his thumb. He groaned against my skin, the vibration rumbling through my tit like a second heartbeat as he sucked harder, teeth grazing the sensitive peak, tongue swirling in filthy circles.

I couldn’t answer.

My mouth hung open on a silent, shattered scream, drool slipping from the corner, every nerve sparking white-hot. My clit pulsed so violently I thought I’d squirt right then and there.

His teeth scraped the sensitive peak, a sharp, perfect sting, and I clenched around him so hard he cursed against my skin, hips jerking involuntarily, driving that last fraction deeper until I sobbed from the impossible stretch.

He felt it, felt my cunt flutter and grip him like a greedy fist, trying to drag him deeper, milk him dry.

He ripped his mouth free with a wet, filthy pop and switched sides, latching onto my other breast like a starving man. He sucked deeper, hungrier, cheeks hollowing again, tongue lashing the nipple while his teeth held it captive. The pressure was obscene and relentless, pleasure-pain so intense my back bowed off towards him and my pussy clamped down helplessly around his cock still buried inside me. His free hand replaced his mouth on the first breast, pinching the slick, swollen nipple hard enough to make me sob, rolling it between rough fingers, tugging, and twisting, while his tongue tormented the other with the same savage worship.

I was lost, completely fucking lost, drowning in the wet, searing heat of his mouth and the brutal grip of his hands, every nerve screaming his name while he marked me, claimed me, and owned me from the inside out.

He ripped his mouth from my breast with a final, wet, obscene pop.

My tits were swollen, angry-red, glistening with rivers of his spit, bouncing with every ragged breath I took, nipples so hard they hurt, shining under the dim light like they’d been polished for him alone.

He stared down at them, eyes black with possession, chest heaving, cock still buried to the hilt, pulsing inside my ruined cunt.

Then he smiled, slow, feral, and devastating and he started to move again.

“So fucking tight,” he groaned, voice shredded raw, sweat dripping from his brow onto my parted lips like salt and sin. “This perfect little cunt still fights me like it’s the first goddamn time.”

His hand abandoned my breast with one last brutal twist that ripped a sharp, desperate cry from my throat, then both palms slammed to my waist, fingers digging into bone like iron brands, claiming leverage. He used my hips like handles, yanking me down hard to meet every savage, upward snap of his hips.

His cock pistoned in and out of me with force, driving me straight toward oblivion.

“Take it,” he snarled against my mouth, voice feral, spit-slick lips brushing mine in a graze that felt like a bite. “Take every fucking inch like the greedy girl you are.”

Another roll of his hips and he ground impossibly deeper, crushing me down until there was no space left between us, balls pressed flush and heavy against my ass, that thick, curved head buried so far inside I swear I felt him in my soul. My pussy clenched and spasmed helplessly around him, a frantic, wet milking that coated his shaft in fresh, scalding slick, the excess trickling in slow, filthy rivulets over his swollen, tight balls, dripping down the crease of my ass, pooling hot beneath us.

Every vein on his cock dragged along my fluttering walls, every thrust punching the air from my lungs in broken sobs. My clit ground against his pelvis on every brutal down-stroke, swollen and hypersensitive, sending white-hot shocks through my entire body.

He didn’t just fuck me, he owned me and used me for his pleasure.

Rebuilt me around his cock with every stroke until the only thing I knew was the stretch, the burn, the impossible fullness of him.

I couldn’t breathe, couldn't even think.

I Could only cling to his shoulders, nails carving bloody crescents into muscle, thighs quivering violently on either side of his hips as he slammed his cock into me again and again and again.

He lifted me higher, then drove me down harder, the wet, filthy slap of my ass against his thighs echoing like gunshots. My pussy made obscene, desperate sounds, loud, sloppy squelches every time he buried himself to the hilt, my slick spraying around his shaft, coating his balls, running in hot rivers down my thighs.

My clit ground against his pelvis on every brutal down-stroke, swollen, hypersensitive, sending lightning through my entire body. My tits bounced wildly, nipples raw and aching, sweat-slick skin sliding against his.

I was nothing but sensation, mothing but his.

Every time he bottomed out, the thick, curved head punched against my cervix so hard my vision flashed white, a sharp, perfect pain that melted into blinding pleasure. My walls fluttered and clenched around him, trying to keep him inside forever, milking him with every savage stroke.

He snarled against my throat, teeth scraping, voice shredded.

“Feel that, little firecracker? Feel me wrecking this cunt? You’re mine. Every inch. Every scream. Every fucking drop of cum leaking out of you right now is mine.”

I sobbed his name, broken, breathless, completely undone.

And still he didn’t stop.

He just kept slamming into me, relentless, owning me, ruining me, making sure that when this night was over, I’d never be able to forget who I belonged to.

Then, suddenly, he dragged his cock out of me, agonizingly slow, every retreating inch was pure torture.

My walls clung to him desperately, sucking, fluttering, trying to keep him buried inside. The obscene, wet sound of my cunt releasing him filled the room, a greedy, hollow, desperate squelch as only the fat, leaking crown remained, stretching my entrance taut, keeping me open, aching, ruined.

I sobbed at the emptiness, hips chasing him on pure animal instinct, trying to pull him back in.

Ceasar paused there, just the swollen head inside, letting me feel how wrecked and stretched I was, my pussy gaping, drooling, fluttering around nothing but the promise of destruction.

His grip on my hips turned bruising, fingers sinking into flesh like he was holding himself back from slamming home again.

“Look at you,” he rasped, voice low and lethal, eyes black with hunger. “Begging for it even when I’m not inside you. This pretty little cunt can’t live without my cock, can it?”

I whimpered, nodding frantically, tears streaking my cheeks.

“Say it,” he growled, rolling his hips just enough to nudge that fat crown against my entrance, teasing, stretching, but not giving. “Tell me what you need, little firecracker.”

“Please…”

“Please what?” Ceasar taunted, voice dark silk, even when he clearly knew what I wanted. “Use your words, baby. Tell me exactly what this greedy, ruined cunt is dying for.”

I broke.

“Please, Caesar… fuck me. Fill me. Ruin me again. I need you inside me, need you to wreck me, please…” I begged as I had no choice.

Ceasar smiled, slow, wicked, devastating.

“Good girl.”

And then he slammed back in.