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"If only you could look at yourself now, love... So fucking cute..."
He says with a tone of satisfaction, your trembling body so beautifully presented to him -- ass up, head buried in the pillows -- hiccupping and sobbing from the harsh pace of his thrusts. He's big, so big it throws your head in a swirl of fear and more arousal because he always hits that little spot just right.
Tears stream down your face and get absorbed by the fabric below, creating small puddles of tears and drool. You liked it, liked that even your body is confused about whether to like it or not.
He slams his body against yours, making you sob before he stops his movements completely. It was making you insane. He was leaning down and draping his massive body over yours in seconds but it felt like hours with him inside you. His hand finds a place on your jaw and he makes you face him, giving a messy kiss before pulling away as he licks his lips, his huge hand placed over your small one in a loving way.
Or is it possessiveness? You're not in the right state of mind to recognize.
"You love what I'm doing to you, baby?... I love you so much, darling.. So good for me.."
You can't even form a sentence. He laughs at your state and slowly starts to pull out, making you whine at the sudden feeling of emptiness before he thrusts back in and resumes his cruel pace.
"Such.. ha.. Such a good boy, aren't you?..."
You nod weakly with a whimper and he grunts in triumph, the tight knot in his stomach threatening to break as you reach your end with a cry. You clamp around his cock as you cum, shooting blanks as you sob at his hard thrusts. You tremble like a newborn fawn and his ego swells at the fact he made you unravel for what? the third time?
"Fuck.. Take it... Take it!"
His thrusts come to a halt as he buries himself deep inside you and paints your inner walls with a groan, panting heavily as he grinds himself against your petite frame to draw the pleasure out, making you sob with overstimulation. Too confused and fucked out to even realize he never pulled out as he cleaned you with the cloth he placed on the bedside drawer like he'd anticipated this to happen.
"Good boy... Took me so well..."
He says with a slur in his tone from contentment as he lies on his side, hugging your tiny body from behind while he whispers praises and littered kisses behind your neck. Ghosting his lips over the marks he'd created just earlier, red now turning into bruise purple.
By the time the pleasure clouding your mind fades you cry softly, your brain finally acknowledging the damage done to your innocent body as it aches everywhere.
You cry until you fall asleep in his arms.
You're filthy. But he'll love you the same.