ELI
I felt Damir bury his thick cock deep inside me, and I couldn't stop the loud, sharp cry that tore from my throat.
He didn't even pause. He set this brutal, relentless pace, just pounding into me with ruthless intensity, like he needed to remind me exactly who I belonged to.
My moans just spilled out of me, louder and more frequent before I even realized. My whole body writhed beneath him, his muscular Russian thighs slapping against my ass over and over, each sound echoing around the room, mingling with my own cries of pleasure.
"Ah! Ahh! Babe!!! Stop being needy, I'm right here… uhh… so please, slo..w down…"
But he didn't. Instead, he grabbed my ankles and hoisted my legs over his shoulders, and the way he started to slam into my prostate with that brutal precision… God. It had me seeing stars. The new angle made everything deeper, everything more stretched, more unbearable and yet, I couldn't get enough.
I dug my fingers into the sheets, my nails scraping the fabric as I tried to hold on, tried to survive the waves of sensation ripping through me. "Ungh! Oh god, Damir! So full!"
He just slammed into me harder. I could feel his heavy balls smack against me, each stroke sending a jolt through my spine. My body shook with every thrust, tightening and relaxing like I was on the verge of completely losing control.
Then suddenly, he flipped me over onto my stomach. My face hit the mattress, and before I could catch my breath, he yanked my hips up and spread me open wide again. He slammed into me, no warning. Just raw, unforgiving force. He gripped my hips so tightly, using all that scary strength of his to keep me exactly where he wanted me. His cock felt even thicker from behind, rubbing all the way up into me, stretching me more than I thought I could take.
My moans turned into these helpless, desperate whimpers. I started pushing back against him, my body moving without my mind, just chasing that pleasure, that heat. Sweat slid down my spine, mixing with everything else, as his cock pistoned into me like he was trying to break me.
And then he pulled out. Just like that. My body clenched around nothing. I felt so empty I could've cried. But before I could even pout or beg, he flipped me again, and his body was right there…between my thighs.
"Look at me, Eli," he said.
I did. His eyes locked on mine, burning with something wild. The next second, he was inside me again, one brutal stroke burying his cock all the way in. I screamed. I couldn't help it. My back arched off the bed, my throat raw. "AHHH! NGHH DAMIR! TOO DEEP, SLOW D…!". But he didn't slow down. If anything, he got wilder. He fucked me like a man possessed, his hips slapping hard against my thighs. I clawed at his back, needing to anchor myself somehow. "Dam..ir please…I kn…ow you're tr..ying to punish me….uhh..babe pl..AHHH!!..I feel more…nghh…stretched than before…"
He didn't answer. He just drove in harder, faster, slamming into my prostate so hard I could barely breathe. My vision blurred, my thoughts completely gone. All I could feel was him, everywhere.
Then his hand slid between us. He wrapped his fingers around my cock, stroking me in perfect time with his thrusts. That's when I lost it. I cried out, hoarse and broken, as I came hard, my cum spurting up across my chest in thick, messy ropes.
That sent him over the edge. With this animal growl, he slammed all the way inside me and came, flooding me with so much heat I felt my whole body tremble.
Just when I thought he was done ruining me, he started again, he didn't stop. He slowed, teased me with every inch until I milked the last of his release. When he finally pulled out, I heard the wet pop as his cock slipped free of my body. I lay there, shaking, panting, a mess.
He leaned down, bit my earlobe, and whispered, "Baby… why do you want to leave me?"
I whimpered. "Well I'm not anymore! Are you trying to kill me?!!!"
"No baby, don't say that… I'm just making sure you won't be able to walk out of my life…"
"I will crawl then…" I gasped.
I didn't even have time to think before his fingers found my hole again. He started slow, just circling the rim but the way he built up the pressure… I couldn't stop reacting. My hips bucked, my breath caught, and everything inside me lit up again.
"Please, Damir…" I whimpered. "I can't think anymore…"
"That's exactly what I want to hear," he purred.
He pumped his fingers faster, and I couldn't fight it. My second orgasm slammed into me before I even knew it was coming. My cock jerked, more cum spurting out, even though I thought I had nothing left.
But he didn't stop. He kept going, kept fingering me, bringing me closer and closer to that edge again. I was shaking, whining, my whole body vibrating. "Damir, pleaseeeee… I can't… it's too much!"
He didn't care. He went harder. My third orgasm hit like a truck. I screamed. My body convulsed, cum flying everywhere. My voice cracked, my brain stopped working, and still he didn't stop.
"DAMIR! OH GOD, DAMIR! IT'S TOO MUCH! PLEASE, YOU ARE GONNA KILL ME!" I wailed.
And what did he do? He curled his fingers and hit that spot again, fourth, fifth, sixth.
I exploded. Again, again and again.
And then… he climbed between my thighs again. His cock pressed against my overstimulated hole, and I couldn't even beg before he was inside me again.
I screamed, but he swallowed it in a kiss rough, dominating, deep.
He rutted into me like he was trying to own my soul. My hands clutched at the sheets, the bed creaked like it might collapse, and all I could do was scream and moan and feel.
"I really wanna get you pregnant if I could," he said and just like that, he went harder.
He used my body like I was his personal toy, every thrust brutal, every slam of his hips making my mind go blank. My screams became babbles, my body a mess of tangled limbs and dripping sweat.
With one final, vicious thrust, he buried himself deep again… and came inside me. Again.
And all I could do… was take it.