Chapter 299: Ravaged! ( R18 )
The second entry was nothing like the first. There was no slow, torturous glide, no deliberate inch-by-inch possession.
With one powerful, relentless thrust, Jax buried himself to the hilt inside her once more, a forceful, possessive act that stole the air from Willow’s lungs and sent a jolt of pure, unadulterated ecstasy shooting through her entire being.
The sound that escaped her lips was a strangled, guttural cry, a primal scream of pleasure and submission.
He was so deep, deeper than before, the new angle allowing him to press against her cervix with an intensity that was almost painful, a deep, internal ache that was the most exquisite pleasure she had ever known.
He didn’t pause or give her a moment to adjust. He immediately began to move, his hips pulling back and then slamming forward with a brutal, punishing rhythm.
The observatory was filled with the lewd, percussive symphony of their mating—the wet, slapping sound of his balls against her clit, the rhythmic creak of the bed, and Willow’s own incoherent, desperate cries.
He was pounding her, his huge cock a relentless piston of flesh and steel, slamming into her with a force that was designed to obliterate her, to reshape her, to remind her of exactly who she belonged to.
Each thrust was a brand, a mark of his ownership, a physical declaration of his absolute dominance.
Her mind, already a fragile, shattered thing, broke completely. There was no thought, no memory, no identity.
There was only the feeling of Jax’s massive cock ravaging her from the inside out. Her body became a puppet, her limbs limp and useless, her only purpose to be a warm, tight hole for her king to use for his pleasure.
She was his personal slut, his perfect cock-swallowing whore, and the thought was a heady, intoxicating drug.
His hands, which had been gripping her hips, moved. One hand snaked around her body, his fingers finding her clit, already swollen and sensitive from his earlier assault.
He began to rub it in time with his thrusts, a hard, circular motion that sent shockwaves of pleasure crashing through her, intensifying the overwhelming sensation of being fucked so thoroughly.
His other hand moved to her hair, tangling in the long, green strands. He gripped it tightly, not gently, but with a firm, possessive hold that was both painful and incredibly arousing.
He used her hair as a rein, a leash, pulling her head back, forcing her to arch her spine, changing the angle of his penetration.
The new angle was devastating. With every thrust, his cock head scraped against a new, exquisitely sensitive patch of tissue deep within her, sending a fresh, mind-bending wave of pleasure coursing through her.
She was completely at his mercy, her body bent to his will, her pleasure entirely under his control.
"Look at you," he growled, his voice a low, guttural rasp against her ear. "Taking my cock so well. Such a good little slut. You were made for this, weren’t you? Made to be on your knees, taking my cock like the perfect little whore you are, "
"♥ YES! ♥" she screamed, her voice a raw, desperate cry. "♥ YES! I’M YOUR SLUT! YOUR WHORE! ♥"
Her words seemed to fuel his fire. His movements became even more aggressive, his thrusts harder, faster.
He was a wild animal, a primal force of nature, and she was the earth he was plowing, reshaping to his will. He spanked her again, a sharp, stinging slap on her upturned ass, a fresh brand of ownership.
"You love this, don’t you?" he snarled, his voice a dark, seductive promise, "You love being used. You love being my personal cock sleeve. You’re a perfect little cock-swallowing whore, and you’re all mine, "
He punctuated his words with another powerful thrust, his cock head punching through the tight ring of her cervix and into her womb, a direct, devastating assault on her very core. T
he pleasure was so intense it was almost painful, a blinding, white-hot explosion of ecstasy that obliterated her senses.
"♥ PLEASE! ♥" she sobbed, her body convulsing, her inner walls clamping down on his massive cock like a vise. "♥ PLEASE, JAX! DON’T STOP! ♥"
He had no intention of stopping. He was a machine, a relentless engine of pleasure and pain, and he was pushing her towards a climax that was going to tear her apart.
He continued to rub her clit, his fingers a blur of motion, his grip on her hair tightening, pulling her head back even further, forcing her to take every last inch of his massive cock.
The coil in her core tightened, a spring of ecstasy that was wound so tight it was about to snap. She could feel it building, a tidal wave of pleasure that was going to drown her, to consume her completely.
"Come for me, my little slut," he commanded, his voice a low, dominant roar, "Come all over my cock. Show me how much you love being my whore,"
His words were the final push. The coil snapped, and her world dissolved into a blinding, white-hot explosion of pure, unadulterated ecstasy.
Her entire body convulsed, a violent, shuddering orgasm that ripped through her with the force of a hurricane. She screamed his name, a raw, primal cry of release, her inner walls clamping down on his massive cock, a gush of her hot juices flooding his shaft.
The feeling of her tight, convulsing pussy milking his cock was too much for Jax. With a final, powerful thrust, he buried himself to the hilt inside her, his cock head punching into her womb. He roared, a sound of pure, primal release, and then he exploded.
A massive, torrential eruption of hot, thick seed flooded her womb, a volcanic blast of cum that was so intense she could feel it filling her up, stretching her from the inside.
He pumped into her, spurt after spurt, a seemingly endless river of his essence, a testament to his power and his virility. He was marking her, claiming her, breeding her, just as he had promised.
Willow moaned, her body still convulsing with the aftershocks of her own orgasm. The feeling of being so completely, so utterly filled with his cum was the ultimate pleasure, the ultimate validation.
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