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He bent again. Looping the belt under her ass then over his shoulders so his broad back would bear the brunt of her weight when he stood up. He meant to fuck her for a long time and would need some assistance.
She struggled under his watchful gaze, and right before she went back on her toes to inhale, he stood up the rest of the way and snatched her up by her hips, roughly slamming her on his thick cock. Relentlessly pressing all the way in until he bottomed out inside of her and still pressed harder, grinding, getting it all in.
Colin dropped his head to her shoulder, giving her another little grind as he listened to her muffled screams of pleasured pain echo around the room, mixing with the music.
He inhaled sharply as her fingernails sunk into his shoulder blades. He paused for a second and rocked them, deceptively gentle, to the music from side to side. Giving her just a slight second to recover, since he’d impaled her rather roughly before she even had a chance to suck in air after strangling herself on his belt.
Colin pulled back to catch her eye. She was panting and crying. Her fingers continued to claw painfully into his shoulder blades. Her eyes were wild and unfocused. He smiled slightly.
“Look at me,” he demanded softly, his fingers tightening on her hips before he pulled out to the tip, waiting.
His body was absolutely burning to push back into the hot tight clasp of her body, but he held still, waiting for her. Lost in sensation, she refocused her green eyes and found him easily. Colin smiled briefly, seeing they were wide with fear and excitement. Nodding at what he’d found there within their secret depths, he gripped her even harder. Wrenching a cry out of her throat before he rammed back in on an animalistic grunt.
He mercilessly pounded her up and down on his engorged dick, growling with every hard thrust.
Olivia’s mind raced hearing the sharp slap of their bodies meeting echoing around the room, mingling with their sex sounds and the music. Colin watched her creamy breasts slap against her ribcage lewdly, adding to the swirl of lust that congregated in his brain like the perfect storm to fuel his jealousy, anger, and lust.
He fucked her like that for several rotations of songs. Until her wild screams and moans lessened, sounding hoarser and sparser until he noticed she’d lost her voice. She orgasmed several times, her cum dripping down and slickening them both.
He chuckled darkly as Olivia started mumbling through the tie around her mouth. Clearly deep in subspace. And that really turned him on. He alternated the brutal strokes with getting down on his knees underneath her, and wrapping her legs around his shoulders, sucking her softly. Giving her a brief reprieve.
Colin serviced her body until his arms strained with exertion and sweat dripped down his back, making her nails feel like razors digging into his skin. His lungs burned, and his broad muscular chest was rock hard with tension. The cords and veins throughout his arms and torso visibly sticking out harshly against his skin.
A glance in the mirror showed him that the back of her thighs were bright red from the tight bruising grip he kept on her.
Colin put the discomfort of his body into the back of his mind, stopping briefly to take a drink of vodka, gasping at the burn, welcoming it. He placed his hand back under Olivia’s hip and readjusted his grip slightly, looking down at her. He’d long since let her close her eyes, and she’d tilted her head back and was currently hanging there, her pretty mouth parted. Her hair swishing like a waterfall of fire behind her back.
He bent down and took a distended nipple between his teeth, now moving them again with the beat, side to side, as he circled his hips deeply. Hearing her fresh cries as he pressed painfully all the way to the back of her vagina. She cried out weakly and orgasmed again, her muscles rippling and clutching tightly at the massive dick inside her.
He ended their slight break, resuming the brutal pace he’d had started with.
Outside in their bedroom past the locked closet door, muted sounds of flesh slapping, sobbing, his harsh redirection, reprimands, and the sultry beats seeped out into the room for the next three hours until he’d ejaculated inside her with an animalistic growl.
When the pain of fucking her so intensely blacked his mind out, and he no longer thought of the man who had the nerve to step into what was his earlier that night, he finally let himself find release. Ungagging her, he cradled her limp body in one arm as he released her from both of the belts with the other, his hand quickly going to her neck to rub and massage the abraded skin there.
He kissed her softly, sealing his mouth over the soft moans escaping her lips.
Colin carried her straight into the shower and quickly rinsed them both with her still in his arms, not washing them up, but rinsing the night away.
Laying her carefully down on her side of the bed, he crawled in behind her. Firmly wrapping his body around her now silent one. Pressing a kiss to her lips, and breathed deeply, feeling the ache in his body already. He rubbed his hand down her back repeatedly. Murmuring to her what a good, brave girl she was. How beautiful and special she was.
“Colin,” she said weakly, her eyes fluttering closed.
“I’m here amor. You took it so well, my baby girl. You should be as proud of yourself as I am of you,” he said quietly, running his hand down her hair and her hip. Everywhere he could get his hands on to soothe.
He waited patiently until her breathing deepened, and her chest rose and fell rhythmically in sleep before he allowed himself to follow her into slumber.
***
Colin woke up a few hours later with a panicked groan, panting, feeling his heart racing.
No, she can’t see this. She’ll be terrified, he thought to himself.
His legs were tangled in the blankets, and he wrestled with them, trying to get free. Colin yanked himself off the bed, hitting the floor on one knee before he stumbled to the bathroom. He closed the door, crouching down on his haunches for a second, trying to regain his senses. He was struggling, his mind still gripped on the edges of his nightmare, and all he could hear was screaming, sirens, and glass crunching.
“Mother fucking God,” he groaned, squeezing his eyes shut tight. Mentally battling the past, trying to force himself by sheer will to come through into his present.
Standing up, he walked to the vanity and placed his hands palm down on the cold white marble of the sink and looked at himself in the mirror. A pulsing vein was sticking out in his neck. The lights of the bathroom threw his features in sharp relief as his chest heaved. Turning the faucet onto cold, he splashed some water on his face and put his head down.
