“My sweet Callie,” I murmured, my voice raw with pride. “You’re perfect like this, you know that? Letting me split your tight hole open. Letting me ruin your arse.”
She whimpered, but her hips pushed back—eager, hungry, obedient.
I fed her more, each inch wrapped in slick pressure and heat. I watched her asshole stretch, the lube squelching softly, and I gave her more—slow, deliberate, worshipful.
Her body trembled, caught between pain and pleasure, and she didn’t stop me. Not once.
“No mercy, you said,” I growled, gripping her hips, tilting mine to push deeper. “So I’m going to keep feeding you this cock until you forget your own name.”
She gasped again, nails curling into the mat.
“Gonna fill this perfect hole until it remembers the shape of me. Until you’re leaking come every time you shift your weight.”
I stilled for a second, buried halfway in, and bent over her—my chest grazing her back, lips brushing her ear.
“I love you like this, baby. Bent over and broken open. Taking me so deep I can feel your heartbeat on my cock.”
Then I braced my weight over her and began to move.
Her cries filled the living room, echoing off the walls, high and breathless—raw pleasure with no shame. But they didn’t stop me. Couldn’t. I kept driving into her, hips snapping with a rhythm only lust and ownership could create. Brutal. Deep. Focused.
I pistoned in and out, each thrust punching a moan from her lips, driving deeper every single time until her knees trembled and her spine arched like she was trying to escape.
“Is this what you needed, Callie?” I asked lazily, slamming in to the base and grinding my hips against her ass. “A nice, deep fuck in the ass. Hmm?”
She couldn’t answer. Her mouth was open, her fingers curled against the mat, trying to hold on.
“Yeah, right there, baby. You feel that?” I growled, rolling my hips to grind the last few inches home, stretching her wide and pulsing inside her.
“H-Hard… to m-miss it,” she panted, voice thin and hoarse from the pressure.
I shook my head at her, amused and fucking gone for her. “Smart mouth,” I muttered.
Then I reared back and slammed into her harder—flesh clapping, the sound filthy and sharp. My hips smacked against her ass with enough force to knock the air from her lungs. She gasped like she’d been punched, but her body stayed right there—open, compliant, and still begging for more.
“Keep squeezing me like that and I’ll fuck you into next week,” I warned, dragging my nails down her spine before gripping her arse cheek tight. “You want that, don’t you? Want to forget your name while I fuck the brat out of you?”
She whimpered in response, back arching again, ass clenching around me.
Fucking perfect.
I felt my balls tighten, heavy with the need to explode inside her. The urge took over—primal, consuming. I braced my palms flat on the floor and started hammering into her, each snap of my hips so hard it knocked the breath from my lungs.
She felt incredible.
Her tight little hole squeezed my entire length, sucking me in like she was made to take it—mine, only mine.
“Y-Yes, there,” she cried, voice splintering as her body yielded again, relaxing just enough for me to push deeper, rougher.
I gave her no mercy.
Not when the lube squirted out from the brutal stretch.
Not when her grunts turned into desperate, high-pitched screams.
Not even when she came around my cock, hole clenching so tight it felt like she was trying to rip me apart.
I didn’t stop.
