Isadora lay there for a long time. Naked. Wet. Fucked beyond recognition. Her breath shallow. Her thighs soaked. Her cunt still twitching from the last orgasm he forced out of her. She could feel it leaking…his cum, a hot, messy cocktail drenching the sheets. And still, he hadn’t moved. He was lying beside her, his chest rising and falling, arms behind his head like he owned the fucking world. Like he had just conquered her. But he hadn’t. Not yet. She turned her head. Looked at him. At the cock still hard and twitching against his stomach, thick and veiny and flushed a dark, dangerous red. Her lips curled. She was plotting something. “Don’t get too comfortable,” she said.“It’s my turn to make you beg” He glanced at her, brow cocked, confused what was she talking about? She climbed on top of him, like a cat crawling into a lap she was about to claw to ribbons. Her tits brushed his chest, nipples still sore, still hardened from everything he’d done. Her thighs strad
As his hands were already sliding down her sides again like she was a possession he had every right to worship and destroy. Her thighs were still trembling. Her cunt still swollen and slick from everything he’d taken from her. Her chest rose and fell in jagged waves, lips parted, eyes half-closed, unable to focus on anything but him and the heat of his body pressing against hers again. “You think we’re done?” he whispered against her mouth. “I haven’t even started.” Her body jolted as his fingers brushed her clit again. She hissed, tried to squirm, but he pinned her with a palm flat against her belly and the full weight of his body draped over hers like a second skin. “You came four times,” he murmured, kissing the curve of her jaw, then lower. “But I haven’t even fucked you the way I want yet. You know what I want?” She shook her head. He smiled. He reached down, lifted her leg, hooked it over his shoulder, then did the same with the other. Spreading her open. Bending her in
He didn’t stop. Didn’t even slow. Her orgasm wracked through her, vicious and hot, and still he kept moving. Her pussy clenched so tight around him she could feel every vein, every brutal inch of him grinding against her walls as he fucked her deeper. His hands were on her hips, fingers digging in so hard they’d bruise. He yanked her back onto his cock with every thrust like her body was his personal fucktoy, like her sobs and spasms were just the music to his madness. She screamed into the sheets again, her voice muffled, her throat hoarse. And he growled behind her. “Louder,” he snarled. “I want the whole fucking world to hear how I ruined you.” He reached forward, grabbed her hair, and yanked her head back. Her spine arched like a bow, her back to his chest now, her body still skewered on his cock. Her eyes were glassy. Lips wet. Cheeks stained with tears and spit. She should’ve pushed him off. Should’ve slapped him again. But all she did was whimper. All she could do wa
She gasped when his tongue dragged through her folds.It was slow.He moaned into her pussy like he’d been starving and finally got his mouth on the only thing that could save him. Her hips jerked. Her hands slammed the bed, trying to grip something, anything, but all she felt was the mattress and his breath and his tongue moving over her swollen, dripping cunt like it was his fucking altar.“Stop,” she gasped, but her voice broke.She could barely speak.He groaned again. Louder. Hotter. His lips wrapped around her clit and sucked, and she swore her soul left her body for a second. Her back arched so hard her spine popped. Her thighs clamped around his head. Her toes curled. Her body screamed, and her mouth couldn’t keep up.Then she slapped him.Hard.The wet crack of her palm across his cheek echoed through the room.His head snapped to the side. His mouth glistened with her slick. His breathing heavy.She sat up on her elbows. Her chest heaving. Her face wild with rage and shame
He didn’t move.Didn’t speak.Just held her there against the wall, breathing her in like her orgasm had given him oxygen. His fingers were still glistening with her wetness. His mouth still wet from her nipples. And his cock..God, his cock..was still throbbing against her stomach like it was demanding its own revenge.Her knees were jelly. Her spine was weak. Her heart thudded too loud in her ears to think.But he wasn’t done.Not even close.“You want to know what’s disgusting?” he rasped against her temple. “That you fucking came for me. After all that.”His hand slid down.Touched her again.Just the lightest brush against her oversensitive clit and she gasped, her whole body jerking like he’d lit a match between her legs.“You’re still so soft here,” he whispered. “Still fucking open. Wet. Warm.”She turned her face away.“I hate you,” she whispered.His hand grabbed her jaw again, rough this time, turning her to face him.“No you don’t.”His eyes burned.And then he kissed her a
She shoved him with everything she had. Her palms slammed into his chest, and his body jolted like she’d just ripped his soul out. He stumbled backward, the heels of his shoes scraping the marble. He caught himself with one hand on the wall, breath heaving. She didn’t even blink. “Tell me the truth,” she spat, voice shaking with rage. “Was I ever enough? Or was I just the right fucking shape to fill the hole she left behind?” He said nothing. Not at first. Just dragged a hand down his face like he wanted to peel the skin off. “I never wanted to hurt you.” She laughed. It wasn’t sweet. It was broken. Ugly. It sounded like years of pain pouring out of her throat all at once. “You tore me apart. Literally. Do you even remember how many times I couldn’t walk after you were done with me? How many nights you left me shaking. Dripping. Ruined. Too sore to fucking close my legs.” She didn’t give him time to speak. She was already walking. Already getting in his face. “You fucked m