She didn’t speak for a while. Just lay there spread out across the bed, her leg twitching like her body was still processing it. Her pussy was swollen, leaking everything I gave her. She looked wrecked in the best way. Hair a mess. Chest still rising fast. That fogged-over stare like she couldn’t remember her own name.
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Then she laughed. Not nervous. Not embarrassed. Like release. Like she’d finally been given something she didn’t know she needed this badly.
“I can’t believe I let you do that,” she said, voice hoarse.
I stood at the foot of the bed, still half-hard, watching her body twitch every time I shifted.
“You didn’t let me. You begged for it.”
Her thighs clenched. She didn’t deny it.
I grabbed her ankles and yanked her to the edge of the bed. Her breath hitched. She didn’t resist. Just opened her legs like she’d been waiting for it.
“I’m sore,” she whispered.
“You said you wanted ruined. You think that ends after one round?”
She whimpered. I slid back in.
No warm-up. No warning. Just raw pressure and stretch as I pushed every inch back into her used, soaked cunt. She gasped like she’d been punched.
“Still think your husband can do this to you?”
“No,” she cried out. “God no. He couldn’t even take care of me before. Now it’s just… pointless.”
“You fuck him after this, you’ll feel empty.”
“I already do,” she moaned. “Every time it’s not you.”
I bent over her, hands planted next to her shoulders, slamming her down into the mattress. Her breath stuttered. Her tits bounced with every thrust. Her pussy clenched tighter like it was trying to keep me in.
“You thinking about this when he’s inside you?”
She looked up at me, eyes wild. “Every single time.”
“Say it.”
“I imagine it’s you. I close my eyes and pretend it’s you splitting me open again.”
That was it. I flipped her over, put her face down, and drove in deeper than before. She screamed into the sheets. Her whole body tensed like she was about to snap in half.
“You don’t even fight it anymore.”
“I can’t,” she choked out. “You’ve got me. You fucking own me.”
Her legs were shaking. Her body convulsing. She came hard, again, soaking the bed. I didn’t stop. I didn’t even slow down.
When I finally pulled out, she collapsed. Silent. Spent. Her body completely still except the rise and fall of her chest.
“I don’t think I can walk,” she said into the pillow.
“Good. You’re not leaving yet.”
She rolled over, eyes glazed, lips parted.
“Please tell me this isn’t the last time.”
I slid back into bed beside her, pulling her onto my chest.
“It’s not. You’re mine now.”
And she nodded. Like she already knew it. Like she wanted it more than anything
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