muscles tense and I feel his cock slide between my ass cheeks before thrusting back and forth. When he stops he uses his torso to align the head of his cock at my entrance, “I’m going to fuck,” He wraps my hair around his fist and pulls my head back, “The goddamn hell out of you. Understood?”
The head of his cock pushes in only to immediately be pulled out. “Yes.” I try to nod but his grip in my hair tightens as he wraps it around his fist a second time. “Y-yes, sir.” The words fall out as I moan and try to push myself back against him.
I barely have ‘sir’ out of my mouth before he slams into me to the hilt. A piercing shriek is ripped from my throat causing him to still, the hands fisted around my hair and gripping my shoulder allow me no room for movement. I’m shocked when I feel tears bite the back of my eyelids. Wesley’s lips brush kisses between my shoulder blades before whispering, “You’ve been bent, but you’ve not yet broken, angel. Yes or No. Rust?”
Around a ragged moan I reply, “No, fuck no rust.” I rock back against him as much I possibly can trying to urge him to move.
I’ve never felt so utterly complete in all my life, at the same time completely split in two.
Pain and pleasure blend their colors, pride and humiliation lose their importance. All I care about and all I ever want I have right now in this moment, and I’ll beg to keep it, “Please, Wesley, baby, please.” I push back with every ounce of strength I own trying to create the friction I need and it causes the hairs to snap from their roots at the nape of my neck.
“You trying to fuck that cock, angel? Huh? You better not be trying to twist control away from me.” He removes the hand he has my left shoulder gripped in before landing an open palmed slap across my right ass cheek. “Now—I fucking break you.”
He grunts pulling almost completely out before thrusting back in, slamming into me over and over. “So fucking tight, angel. Fucking hell, yes. Goddamn it, you’re so fucking tight.” Both hands release their hold on me causing me to fall forward, and before I can get my hands under me to push up he circles my wrists with his fingers, bringing them both to the small of my back, he uses them as leverage and commences fucking the ever living hell out of me.
Instantly I feel the beginning tugs blur into forceful pulls, pushing me towards the edge. “Oh God, yes, Wesley, fuck that feels so good.”
With one hand he anchors both wrists securing them behind my back before bringing his other hand up to grab my shoulder. He growls the words between his uninterrupted thrusts, “You.” Thrust. “Do.” Thrust. “Not.” Thrust. “Cum.” Thrust. “Until.” Thrust. “I.” Thrust. “Say.” Thrust.
Speaking is beyond my scope of abilities. The pulls of ecstasy increase into yanks and shoves over the brink… I know he expects me to not only speak the answer but to obey his command, however my overwhelming disability has me in a position to conquer neither feat. Moans and mewls are all that I’m capable of as stars and Christmas lights spot my vision. I feel my body begin to convulse and use the last wisp of strength I possess to refrain but almost instantly I feel it snap, hurdling me over.
Wesley’s hands slide up and tighten around my throat, my back arches from the sheer force of his thrusts. When I realize he’s choking me, cutting off access to much needed oxygen panic seizes me, and my hands fly to his at the same time he yanks me up onto my knees, stabbing into me harder and faster, I claw at his hands not caring that I’m breaking skin. The wetness of blood makes it difficult but still I continue attempting to claw his hands from my throat.
“I will fucking choke you out before you cum if I have to, but you will NOT cum until I SAY you cum.” His hips are lunging erratically and his hold around my neck tightens. “NOW. FUCKING BREAK GODDAMN YOU!”
His control is snapping, so
The head of his cock pushes in only to immediately be pulled out. “Yes.” I try to nod but his grip in my hair tightens as he wraps it around his fist a second time. “Y-yes, sir.” The words fall out as I moan and try to push myself back against him.
I barely have ‘sir’ out of my mouth before he slams into me to the hilt. A piercing shriek is ripped from my throat causing him to still, the hands fisted around my hair and gripping my shoulder allow me no room for movement. I’m shocked when I feel tears bite the back of my eyelids. Wesley’s lips brush kisses between my shoulder blades before whispering, “You’ve been bent, but you’ve not yet broken, angel. Yes or No. Rust?”
Around a ragged moan I reply, “No, fuck no rust.” I rock back against him as much I possibly can trying to urge him to move.
I’ve never felt so utterly complete in all my life, at the same time completely split in two.
Pain and pleasure blend their colors, pride and humiliation lose their importance. All I care about and all I ever want I have right now in this moment, and I’ll beg to keep it, “Please, Wesley, baby, please.” I push back with every ounce of strength I own trying to create the friction I need and it causes the hairs to snap from their roots at the nape of my neck.
“You trying to fuck that cock, angel? Huh? You better not be trying to twist control away from me.” He removes the hand he has my left shoulder gripped in before landing an open palmed slap across my right ass cheek. “Now—I fucking break you.”
He grunts pulling almost completely out before thrusting back in, slamming into me over and over. “So fucking tight, angel. Fucking hell, yes. Goddamn it, you’re so fucking tight.” Both hands release their hold on me causing me to fall forward, and before I can get my hands under me to push up he circles my wrists with his fingers, bringing them both to the small of my back, he uses them as leverage and commences fucking the ever living hell out of me.
Instantly I feel the beginning tugs blur into forceful pulls, pushing me towards the edge. “Oh God, yes, Wesley, fuck that feels so good.”
With one hand he anchors both wrists securing them behind my back before bringing his other hand up to grab my shoulder. He growls the words between his uninterrupted thrusts, “You.” Thrust. “Do.” Thrust. “Not.” Thrust. “Cum.” Thrust. “Until.” Thrust. “I.” Thrust. “Say.” Thrust.
Speaking is beyond my scope of abilities. The pulls of ecstasy increase into yanks and shoves over the brink… I know he expects me to not only speak the answer but to obey his command, however my overwhelming disability has me in a position to conquer neither feat. Moans and mewls are all that I’m capable of as stars and Christmas lights spot my vision. I feel my body begin to convulse and use the last wisp of strength I possess to refrain but almost instantly I feel it snap, hurdling me over.
Wesley’s hands slide up and tighten around my throat, my back arches from the sheer force of his thrusts. When I realize he’s choking me, cutting off access to much needed oxygen panic seizes me, and my hands fly to his at the same time he yanks me up onto my knees, stabbing into me harder and faster, I claw at his hands not caring that I’m breaking skin. The wetness of blood makes it difficult but still I continue attempting to claw his hands from my throat.
“I will fucking choke you out before you cum if I have to, but you will NOT cum until I SAY you cum.” His hips are lunging erratically and his hold around my neck tightens. “NOW. FUCKING BREAK GODDAMN YOU!”
His control is snapping, so
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