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CEASAR'S POV

I stepped in closer, hand sliding from her jaw to the delicate column of her throat, thumb pressing just beneath her jaw, tilting that perfect, painted face up to mine.

Her breath hitched. Pupils blown wide.

“You’re not walking in there until I’ve fucked you in this dress,” I growled against her lips, because there is no way I could control myself anymore. “Because the second every man in that room sees you, they’re going to want you.”

My mouth brushed hers, barely a breath between us, as I let the words hang, heavy, dangerous.

“And I’m not even sharing the idea of you tonight. Not even in someone’s imagination. Not tonight. Never.”

Her breath hitched, pupils blown wide, lips parting on a soft, needy sound.

I pressed close and kissed her hard, claiming and ruining that perfect red lipstick. My tongue swept in, tasting her, owning her mouth while my free hand yanked the slit of her dress aside. My palm met a bare, perfect ass and I groaned into her mouth when I felt nothing but skin and heat.

I spun her smoothly, pressed her front to the nearest wall, chest flush against cool plaster, and rucked that sinful dress up to her waist in one violent pull.

Her breath trembled, her fingers splayed against the wall, and her pulse thundered beneath my palm. She melted into it, small, needy gasps filling the quiet foyer, body already begging even though her lips stayed silent.

I kicked her heels wider, forcing her stance open, vulnerable, perfect.

With one impatient jerk of my zipper, I freed my thick, aching cock, already leaking at the tip from the sight of her.

I wrapped my fist around the base, the shaft pulsing hot and heavy in my grip, and dragged the swollen head down through her soaked folds slowly from her swollen clit all the way back, parting those slick, puffy lips, letting her feel every inch of what was coming, coating myself in her dripping heat until I glistened with her.

Vera whimpered, hips rocking, chasing the pressure, desperate for more as I guided the crown lower, searching, teasing, until it nudged her entrance hot, dripping, clenching on nothing.

I paused there, just the blunt tip kissing her hole, letting her feel how empty she was, how much she needed to be filled.

“You come down those stairs dressed like this?” I rasped against her ear, voice shredded with raw lust, breath scalding her skin. “Then I’m going to make damn sure you walk into that party with my cum running down your thighs, dripping out of this greedy little hole with the biggest fucking smile on your face… because every single person in that room is going to know exactly who owns you.”

She shuddered, a broken moan spilling from her lips.

Then I pushed forward.

Just the tip slipped at first , her wetness so obscene it swallowed the head with a filthy, wet sound, her tight ring stretching around me like it was starving for it.

Vera gasped, thighs trembling, back arching. I didn’t give her time to adjust.

I drove into her in one brutal, merciless thrust and immediately, the full length of my cock speared inside her in a single stroke, forcing her walls wide in one merciless surge. The thick shaft split her open, stretching her burning ring of muscle to its absolute limit, the curved head punching deep, so deep until my hips slammed flush against her ass with a sharp, wet crack that echoed through the foyer.

“Ouch…Caesar!” She screamed my name, raw and shattered, back arching violently, tits crushed against the wall, nipples dragging with the force. Her pussy clamped down in a hot, frantic vise, walls fluttering wildly around the invasion, slick gushing around my cock in thick, helpless pulses as her body tried to take what it wasn’t ready for and never would be.

I stayed buried to the hilt, balls pressed tight against her soaked skin, letting her burn around me, letting her feel every throbbing, pulsing inch stretching her to the absolute limit. Her inner muscles spasmed, trying to adjust, trying to breathe, but there was only me, filling her, owning her, branding her from the inside out.

Then I pulled back and did it again.

And again.

And again.

No mercy, no pause as I didn’t give her time to adjust, didn’t give her body a single breath. I just started pounding hard, deep, relentless, the slap of my hips against her ass ringing out like gunshots in the quiet foyer.

Every thrust slammed her forward, tits crushed harder against the wall, nipples scraping the cool surface with every brutal stroke. Her slick gushed around me, running down my shaft in hot, filthy streams, dripping off my heavy, swinging balls, coating her trembling thighs in glistening, shameful evidence of how completely I’d ruined her.

“Feel that, little firecracker?” I snarled against her ear, voice shredded with lust and raw possession, teeth scraping the shell. “Feel me splitting you open again? This is what you get for looking like sin in front of the whole damn world. I’m going to wreck you so good you’ll still be leaking me when you sit down to dinner.”

I thrust even deeper, pelvis slamming flush against her ass on every stroke, driving my cock so far inside her the swollen head punched her cervix with a dull, perfect ache that tore another broken scream from her throat.

Her walls clenched harder, fluttering, milking me, begging for more even as she sobbed from the overwhelming stretch.

I wasn’t stopping, not until she was ruined, not until every step she took tonight reminded her exactly who she belonged to and not until the entire world knew it too.

Her cunt gripped me so tight it was pure, blinding sensation, wet velvet walls sucking me in, holding me in a hot, snug fist, fluttering, milking me with every savage stroke. Wet, hot, perfect. The tightest pussy I’d ever fucked still barely stretched to take me, still fighting my size like it was the first time all over again.

Every time I entered her it felt like I was claiming her virginity anew, her body resisting, then yielding, then clinging like it never wanted to let go and every time I bottomed out, her body shuddered violently, slick gushing around my shaft in thick, creamy pulses, dripping down my balls, coating us both in her wetness.

“Fuck,” I snarled, teeth scraping her throat. “This greedy little cunt still isn’t used to me, is it? Still fights me like a virgin every goddamn time I split you open.”