Forced Ecstasy at Dawn

Keep quiet, you little slut, – he snarled, his grip tightening.

Each thrust was deep, punishing, his cock filling me completely, dragging against every sensitive nerve. The bed creaked faintly, the rhythm brutal, my body rocking with the force. Tears streamed down my temples, a mix of shame and unwilling ecstasy.

He flipped me over, shoving me onto my hands and knees. My arms shook as I braced myself. He grabbed a fistful of my hair, yanking my head back until my neck strained, my scalp stinging.

With one sharp thrust, he was inside me again, deeper at this angle, his hips slamming against me. The wet slap of skin filled the room, relentless, my body quaking under the onslaught. I bit my lip so hard I tasted blood, desperate to stay silent.

His hand cracked against my ass, a sharp sting that made me gasp.

That’s it, take it like a whore, – he grunted, his voice low and cruel.

My skin burned, my core throbbing with a mix of pain and heat, every thrust pushing me closer to a edge I didn’t want to reach. I hated him, but my body was screaming for more, a twisted hunger I couldn’t control.

He pulled out, flipping me onto my back again. He straddled my chest, his cock in hand, stroking himself with furious intensity. I parted my lips, tongue out, caught in the moment’s rawness.
Open that pretty mouth wide, – he ordered, his voice thick with lust.

The first hot jets hit my face, thick and warm, streaking across my cheeks, lips, and chin. I flinched, gasping, the salty taste hitting my tongue as I panted, feeling utterly debased.
He grabbed my jaw, forcing my mouth open wider.

Clean it up. Every fucking drop, – he demanded.

I licked slowly, my tongue gliding over his softening length, swallowing the bitter remnants, my breath ragged.

When he was satisfied, he pulled on his clothes, then leaned down, kissing my smeared lips with a mocking gentleness.

Such a dirty little mouth… – he murmured, almost sweet.

I scrambled to fix my clothes, my hands shaking. I cracked the door, peering into the hallway – empty. I gestured to him.

It’s clear, – I mouthed.

I slipped out first, him trailing behind, hugging the wall. As we reached the main room, he ducked out the front door, vanishing into the night.

I stood there, the taste of him lingering, my body still humming, torn between loathing him and craving the dark thrill of it all over again.

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