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This bitch has it fucking coming.
I choke Olivia’s bitch fucking neck as I thrust my cock into her pussy. Her eyes roll back, pain dancing across her features. Her cunt is so good and tight that something snaps in me. Telling me to fuck her harder. Rut my cock deep in her cunt. Split it down the middle.
I’ve thought about busting her hymen more times than I can count. This is the night I split it. Rip it to shreds.
"Christ, your pussy’s a miracle. A dozen times tighter than I expected. Such a virginal little pussy all mine for the taking."
Olivia struggles to break free of my iron grip. Tears spring out of her eyes and roll down her cheeks. They trickle on to her shoulders and collarbone before toppling to the mattress.
Her tits protest against my violent thrusts. The left shakes left to right as the right bounces up and down. They bounce in an opposing rhythm. They can’t make up their minds how to stop my unrelenting drives. My pounding.
My back flexes as I body-slam her with every bit of force that I use on the football field. When I tackle three-hundred-pound men in games, I don’t hit them half as hard as I hit Olivia. My mammoth hips roll against her petite ones, creating waves between us, waves not of pleasure but pain. I’m surprised every bone in her body doesn’t crack. Her ribs. Her sternum. Her pussy bone.
"Colt." Olivia claws at my chest, her fingernails scratching me hard enough to draw blood.
"Tell me to stop." I stare down at her. She is my prey. My victim. My balls throb as I watch her fight.
My cock impales her on the mattress. It’s a pole that I’ve thrust through her body. She can try to slip out of my iron grip but my cock will keep her in place. The tip of my dick swells inside of her. It stretches her cunt out. She can’t move her hips to match my pace. My cock is too powerful.
"At least kiss me while you destroy me." Olivia’s eyes would win a gold medal for blurriness. She’s so fucking dramatic. She always does this. Crying to piss me off. This is her way of telling me to take her harder without using those words. She can’t admit that she wants me. That’s how badly her body craves my severe male violence.
I feel nothing but rage when she cries. Rage that she dares to disrespect me. Rage that she isn’t telling me that I’m the best dick she’s ever had.
I choke her harder. "You’re a filthy fucking whore who doesn’t deserve to be kissed while I steal your innocence. Your lips don’t want to be kissed. Your pussy doesn’t want to lose its innocence softly. Your cunt demands it rougher. Harder."
Olivia’s cunt whips shut around my dick. It squeezes my cock so hard that it cuts off the circulation. I grind into her. Moving only my dick. Nothing else. No muscles. I’m made of stone. A statue. One of those Greek ones with bulging muscles and a huge fucking cock. Most of those Greeks had tiny dicks. Not me. I’m the exception to the rule. The statue to rule all other statues. The others bow down before me as they stare in jealousy at my dick. Their whores don't know that I want nothing to do with them. I only want one bitch. My slut. My whore. Olivia.
I pinch her tits hard. "Tell me I’m your King. Tell me I rule you. How dare you lie there and take it like a Catholic whore who’s taken multiple priests' cocks before? Respect me. Quit making me make a fucking fool of myself in front of everyone walking around Central Park who’s watching."
Olivia cries out as she frantically moves her hands to her pussy. She tries to pull my dick out of her. Her hands slip because the juices emanating from her depths are too intense. There’s no getting my dick out. Not once it’s in. I’m in this fucking bitch until her cherry pops.
I want to see blood.
She’s fucking fortunate I didn’t bring a knife.
My hands cut off her air supply. Her cheeks turn bright pink as her wide blue eyes lock on mine. An acknowledgment of destruction passes between us. She knows she’s being violated in a way she craves. Taken. She has no say in this. She’s tried to fend me off and failed. Shewilllie on this fucking mattress fit for a Queen and take my cock.
I remove my hands from her throat because I don't want a murder charge. She gasps in air, clawing at her esophagus, gulping it in like I wouldn’t let her have any. She’s so dramatic it’s fucking crazy. Of course I’d let her breathe. Eventually.Probably.
My eyes lock on hers. "Tell me that you want my child."
"Not conceived in this way."
I ram my thumb in her mouth so she can’t talk. She fights against my digit, but there’s only so much her petite lips can do. No fight will stave off a masculine behemoth like me. I’m the fucking quarterback on the Sinners. My job is to throw winning touchdowns and be a beast.
I hook my thumb into her throat as I grind my dick into her folds. She has no choice but to suck my thumb. Her eyes roll back as she swishes her tongue around it. I can’t tell if she does this voluntarily or to convince me to back off. It won’t work if that’s her mission. I’m not going anywhere.
I don’t remove my finger. I keep it in her mouth so she knows who owns her. Dominates her. Makes her come. "Suck my thumb like the slut you are."
Olivia’s pussy quivers around my dick. Her juices seep out of her folds. They trickle onto the satin sheets before pooling at my balls.
I use every inch of my enormous body to keep her still. I refuse to let her move. I’ll be damned if I give her the chance to wriggle free from my cock. Her job is to lie there. Take it. Like a bitch. Like a Queen who doesn’t want to piss off her King. Because she knows that her King is in control. Not her. She thinks she is but not when they enter the bedroom. Her King grabs those fucking reins and chokes her with them. Chokes her so fucking hard that she passes out and doesn’t wake up until her pussy is covered in her virgin blood.
Sick fantasies bubble up in my mind.
I sink my teeth into Olivia’s neck. Blood spurts everywhere as I rip my mouth back and forth. I’m a monster. A sadistic freak. A killer. I’m no better than the demon who snatched Chelsie. I rawdog Olivia with fury. My cock spears her pussy until it bleeds. She cries out as passion envelops her. I’ve destroyed her and yet I’ve never made her feel so alive.
My hips work against Olivia’s. Squelching sounds fill the air. She moans as she claws at my chest. She doesn’t want to admit that she likes it. She fucking loves it. Bitches never claim that they want it this rough. It’s a lie. Everything that comprises a bitch’s soul needs cock like mine. Hard dick that doesn’t stop pumping. I thrust my inches into their pussies and they lose their minds.
