RUNNING AWAY

CEASAR'S POV

One merciless thrust and the swollen crown punched dead-center against that sweet, devastating place deep in her core, the one that made her vision white out, made her scream like she was breaking.

“Caesar! fuck! oh God, right there please!”

The sound tore out of her, raw, cracked open, half-sob, half-prayer, her whole body jerking like I’d shocked her.

I didn’t ease in. I ground forward, dragging the thick ridge of my cockhead back and forth over that spot in short, punishing strokes, then slammed in again, harder, deeper, until her entire body jolted with the impact.

“There it is,” I snarled, voice shredded with lust. “That’s the spot that makes my name rip out of your pretty throat, isn’t it? Scream it again, baby. Let me hear how fucking deep I am.”

Her walls spasmed wildly around me, fluttering, clenching, trying to trap me there, milking me with every brutal stroke.

“Pleaseee…Caesarr…, oh fuck me!you're so deep!” she choked out, tears streaking her cheeks, voice splintering on every broken syllable.

I snarled,“That gorgeous mouth was made for my name, little firecracker,” I rasped, voice shredded with raw hunger. “Say it again while I ruin you.” and I pulled back slowly, letting her feel every thick inch drag through her ruined walls, then slammed home in one savage thrust, so deep the swollen head punched straight past that spot and kissed her cervix with a dull, perfect ache.

Vera screamed, back bowing violently, tits thrust high, nipples scraping the air.

“Again,” I growled, grinding deeper, hips rolling in a filthy circle that forced her walls to stretch wider, take more, feel me everywhere. “Scream it while I split you open.”

“Caesar….fuckkkkk….Caesar…deeper!” she sobbed, voice cracking, tears spilling faster and I gave her what she begged for.

I drove in harder, deeper, relentless, my hips snapping with bone-jarring force, cock spearing her open until there was nothing left but the wet, filthy slap of my pelvis against her ass and the obscene squelch of her cunt swallowing me whole.

Every thrust punched past that devastating spot, grinding deep until her entire body convulsed and her screams turned into nothing but my name, over and over and over, like a prayer, like a plea, like the only word she knew how to say anymore.

And I kept going because she asked for deeper and I always give my little firecracker exactly what she begs for.

Even when it breaks her.

I slammed in deeper once more, grinding that thick, curved head mercilessly against her sweet spot, no mercy, no pause, just relentless, hard pressure that had her whole body seizing.

Every brutal stroke hammered that spot without pause, battering it over and over, grinding, owning.

Her back bowed clean off the marble, tits thrust high, nipples scraping the air, thighs shaking so violently her knees skidded wider on the slick floor, opening her even more for me.

Slick gushed around my cock with every thrust, squirting in messy, desperate pulses that soaked my shaft, dripped off my balls, splattered the marble beneath us in filthy puddles.

She couldn’t speak, couldn’t breathe just raw, shattered cries of my name ripping from her throat, her pussy clamping down so hard I had to fight to pull back each time, only to slam in again and hit that spot even harder.

I didn’t let up. I fucked her like the world was ending, like the only thing that mattered was branding my name into her soul with every inch of my cock.

And she took it. Took every harsh thrust, every filthy promise, every second of ruin, until the only sound left in the foyer was the wet, relentless slap of my hips against her ass and her broken, endless chant: “Caesar… oh fuck… Caesar…”

“Caesar! waitttt…I’m gonna…I’m gonna pee…” she sobbed suddenly, voice cracking with panic, one trembling hand reaching back, fingers scrabbling at my pelvis, trying to push me away even as her hips rolled greedily into me.

I snarled, low and feral, and angled her higher still, fingers bruising her waist, thumbs digging into the dimples above her ass, using her body like a toy built for this exact kind of ruin.

I folded her in half, forcing her chest lower, ass higher, opening her completely.

“You’re not gonna pee, little firecracker,” I growled, voice rough and filthy. “You’re gonna squirt all over my cock again like the perfect little slut you are. Let it happen. Let me feel you break.”

And I drove in deeper.

One brutal thrust and the thick, curved head punched straight into that spot again, slamming home so hard her entire body jerked and a violent gush burst from her cunt the instant I hit it, hot, clear and uncontrollable, her body convulsing as the pressure snapped.

Her pussy clamped down so hard it stole my breath, walls spasming like a fist around me, milking me in frantic, desperate waves. Slick flooded out in a hot, shameful torrent that soaked my shaft, ran down my balls, and splattered the marble in messy, desperate pulses.

“Oh God! Caesar! I’mmm…fuckkk….I’m doing it again…” she sobbed, voice cracking into a broken scream as another jet squirted around my cock, her legs shaking violently, knees skidding wider on the slick floor.

Every stroke forced another fresh gush from her ruined pussy, wet, filthy squelch loud enough to drown out her broken sobs.

Her entire body jerked forward with every punishing thrust, tits slapping hard against the wall, nipples dragging over cold marble in a sharp, stinging friction that made her sob louder. I pressed her in half, one brutal hand between her shoulder blades pinning her chest to the wall, the other clamped on her hip like a vise, folding her until her back bowed impossibly, ass thrust high, cunt tilted perfectly for me to split her open.

“I can’t… Caesar…please…it’s too much…” she cried, tears streaming down her flushed cheeks, voice raw and shredded, barely holding together.

“Take it,” I snarled, hips pistoning harder, deeper, relentless. “Take every fucking inch while you cum for me. This is what you get for begging me to ruin you.”