Today had been a shit show, apparently, no one could comprehend what competency is. Mia worked as a writer at a media company. She was 23 with dark brown curly hair. Her skin was tanned and she stood at 5.4 with a curvy figure. All she wanted to do was go home, maybe take a bath and then head to bed. All she wanted to do was be alone and not have to deal with anyone. But unfortunately, that wouldn’t be the case. One of the downfalls of living with your boyfriend. There was no such thing as privacy.
He snuck up behind her close enough so that her back was pressed firmly against his chest. His hands snaked their way onto her hips and he began to kiss the juncture of her neck and shoulder. She knew what he was doing. And she wasn’t in the mood. Even though it was innocent and comforting it wouldn’t last, it always became more. She was tired but that didn’t matter to him. If he was in the mood then there was nothing going to stop him from taking what he wanted. And even if she resisted and pulled away he would just pull her back. And normally it was a little game between them but tonight she wasn’t willing to play. And that just turned him on more. She could feel his cock hardening and pressing into her ass.
He leaned his head on her shoulder and she could feel his hair tickling her neck. One hand took a firm hold of her waist while the other touched her upper thigh before moving closer to her cunt bypassing her already damp curls until he finally reached her heat. His fingers began to slide up and down between her lips creating friction with each pass. He came so close but never touched her clit.
"Sebastian," Mia whimpered and refused as he plunged a single finger in.
She leaned back against him as she involuntarily arched against his hand. Her resistance is fleeting every second his finger explore her wetness. And make no doubt she was wet. A weakness of hers that in moments like this she hated. He was slow, rhythmic, and gentle. His finger moving in and out at a maddening pace. He had always been skillful with his hands. They were large and calloused, which added a new level of pleasure with their roughness. He added two and then too her surprise shoved a third in causing her to squeak and resist his restraint. He always fingered her with three fingers but normally he would take more time ensuring she was ready. It hurt and she was certain his nail scraped the outside her labia as when forced them in. But she knew that it was best that he fingered her with three fingers instead of leaving it at two. The pain was always expected and would be certain if he only used two. His cock was a decent size in length about 7-8 inches but he was girthy at around 4 inches. It was always painful if he simply shoved it in her without warming her up with his hands. But the pain never stopped her or him for that matter from fucking her. It was just if she wasn’t ready for him he could end up fucking her until she fell unconscious. And he preferred to see her awake and see the look in her eyes.
She started to moan before she moved a hand over her mouth, muffling the sound. But he reached up and pried it away. "I want to hear you," he said, as he brought her hand back down, never once stopping his ministrations.
After several minutes she gasped out and trembled as she came down from her height of pleasure. The whole time his chest was pressed up against her back, his growing hardness wedged between them. He then started planting kisses on her neck as she calmed down.
Her knees began to buckle and it was suddenly getting harder for her to remain upright. She removed his hand from her cunt and before he could stop her she turned around to face him.
She kissed him hard.
Sebastian quickly started to respond to her lips with enthusiasm as one of his hands moved up to the base of the neck and held firmly a handful of her curly hair as he held her, tightly pressed to him.
Sebastian took the lead. Even when they started off in sync with one another the passion grew too much and they fought for dominance with the clashing of teeth. And Sebastian always won. Though she did let him but not until she puts up a convincing fight. She loved it when he became dominant. Though most of the time he was assertive in their daily life. Something that first drew her to him. With her passive personality, he had to be in order for their relationship to work. It also helped that with his impressive height he could be quite intimidating. With a scowl or a smirk. With a tilt of a head or a simple stroke of his thumb on her arm. Whenever she saw him or thought about him her heart raced. But being with him in person was much more vivid than anything she could imagine.
Frantic gestures rid them of their clothes as they tried to get closer to one another. A second later he was above her, braced on his elbows, his mouth devouring her feverishly as they were both naked on the bed.
He groped her breasts pinching her nipples as he moved to line his cock up with her cunt. Pleasure burst through her body. Her nipples were already hard and erect which made it easier for him to grab them like a handle. Every pinch and squeeze sent a throbbing pulse down to her clit. If she wasn’t wet before then she was surely wet now.
She could feel his cock head beginning to push into her entrance. She always had to stretch in order to accommodate his size. She could feel his cock scraping the sides of her walls. She couldn’t help but wince in pain every once in a while. It felt oh so good feeling his thickness fill her but sometimes she was just too tight for him. Especially when he reached deeper within her.
Sebastian slowly entered. Before quickly pulling out. Holding whatever restraint he had left to tease her. He plunged in a bit further this time. They both gasped. He drew back and thrust into her again, swallowing her moans with his mouth. It took him three more thrusts to fully penetrate her. She was breathless as she was completely filled by him as he commanded her body. Her hand scraped down his back as she pressed him harder against her. Then they began to move together... hard.
All they could feel was their pelvis smashing against one another. The sound of slapping throughout the air with their moans joining it. Their lips clashing with one another. His back rippled with movement. Thrust after glorious thrust. His weight was on top of her. He was always on top and she loved the feeling.
He then slammed inside of her harshly. Burying deep inside her. She moaned to stop herself from screaming out in pain and pleasure. Two things that often go with one another. She was going to be sore tomorrow but she didn't care. He drove himself harder into her. In and out in harsh frantic motions. He caged her in place as he slammed inside of her with hard, brutal fucks. The bed creaked and shook as the only other sound besides their moans and the sounds of their bodies joining together. Every thrust drove them closer and closer to the edge. He was holding onto her wrists with a grip like iron, determined to push them both further over the edge.
And then she came to a sweet relief as pleasure spasmed throughout her entire body. She arched her back as she cried out in pure bliss as he continued thrusting, taking her body to seek out his own pleasure now. She laid with her head down, eyes closed, tired and sweat dripping down their bodies as she just gave herself over to the sensation that was purely him.
But he kept going, becoming rougher with each stroke.
He pulled back and thrust again and again getting a little deeper each time. Then he stopped at around five inches deep. He grunted and thrust deep, forcing his cockhead against her cervix and started to really drive into her. Though he made sure to avoid hitting her cervix again. No, he would want her all warn out and sore and in pain before he truly started destroying her sex. But that first thrust wasn’t just a tease but a warning for what was to come next.
Sebastian started to slam his pelvis into her, fucking her harder than he had before. Sweat was dripping off his forehead from exertion. He spread her legs further apart, pushing them down towards the bed. Moans of pleasure grew louder and louder with each thrust. "Ooooohhh, God," she moaned as her pussy spasmed around his cock.
Even when it became too much the plain radiating throughout her body. From her pinned wrists or her bruising cunt. It would be pure torture for him to stop now. It all felt too good. The pleasure was growing from within her and yet radiating throughout her entire body. Her blood was on fire and lighting its path through her veins. All despite the pain. But there was a fine line between pleasure and pain and Sebastian liked to strum that line with touch, a lick, and a thrust.
Then of course there was Sebastian himself. The way he moaned and groaned every time he entered her drowned out all of her pain. His voice was intoxicating but the way he spoke in pleasure was just too damn sinful. And she was not going to take that away from me. Especially since she was the one giving it to him.
He began to grunt against her a couple of times as his hands moved up so they were intertwined with hers. Suddenly there was a sharpness of his teeth as he punctured the skin on her shoulder as he tore into the muscle. She screamed out in pain and ecstasy as another orgasm tore through her. The pain triggered something inside of her and she shot off like a rocket as she squirted around his cock.
He groaned in approval and appreciation as her cunt tightened around him as it got wetter and hotter. He moved more viciously against her. It always turns him on so much more when he is able to make her squirt. It doesn’t matter if it was by his hand or cock. Only he could claim her with such power and rigour. He would just take her roughly and ruin her so that only he could make her sing or scream. Her entire body was on fire and much too overheated. Her clit tingled with vibrations as it pulsed from aftershocks that never seemed to end since he kept on thrusting. The bed must be a mess by now as her ass felt the dampness of her liquid. She was like a fountain and felt completely drained. But that didn’t matter; he wasn’t done with her yet. He would never be done with her. And in her current lifeless state, who was she to deny him.
Even when he moved her hips so that in order to take all of him her back would have to arch off the bed she couldn’t stop him. He was nailing her so hard she feared that the bed would break. The headboard was ramming against the wall in time with him ramming her. The only thing she could do was moan and gasp as the breath was knocked out of her. The way his balls knocked into her pubic bone set a harsh rhythm. A scream was torn out of her throat when he hit her cervix. It was as if he was trying to break down a wall with a sledgehammer. The pain was excruciating and she assumed that the pain was similar to childbirth. He was trying to make it so that he would never be able to tear his cock out from her. So that they could always be connected and joined together. With his cock and her cunt. She tried to remember to breathe but all she could do was scream.
He kept thrusting as he spilled his seed within her. Moaning her name as he orgasmed. He kept thrusting until he was sure she had taken all of him. It was hot and she was too stuffed off his cock for there to be room for it. She could never tell until it leaked out of her just how much cum he shot into her. As soon as he pulled his cock out did she see the white substance pore out and stain her inner thighs as he soiled his prize.
He likes to mark her during sex. So that everyone knew she belonged to him. Even if some of the marks were under her clothes. He liked that there were only things about her he would only see. Like now as she laid ruined in a helpless pile of her own limbs, sweat covering her body, bruises forming against her pale skin. Her cunt lips are pink, swollen and sore as her clit sticks out from its hood with cum dripping out from her. Her hair surrounded her head in a tangled mess. And yet he looked at her as if it was a halo and she was an angel.
He didn’t like for her to clean up until the morning. He liked to be reminded of what he did to her. And since there was always the promise of a repeat she didn’t mind. He reversed their positions, somehow he had enough strength left in him to maneuver both of their bodies. So he ended up laying on his back, with her sprawled on top of him. He held her in comfort with soothing strokes along her back as he whispered words of love and endearment. He didn’t like to be vocal when they fucked but after he held her he would tell how tight she was and perfect as he fucked her hard. She would drift off to sleep with memories inspiring a beautiful dream.
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