The Lustful Villain: Every Milfs and Gilfs are Mine!

Chapter 862: 862. I Can’t Stop Ruining Elizabeth! To The Point That We’re In The Bathroom!**

Rex watched her, his jaw clenched, his own arousal reaching a fever pitch as he watched her perform this act of total, self-inflicted humiliation. The sight of her, the dignified Academy instructor, reduced to a panting, screaming animal, riding him with such desperate, shameless hunger, was the ultimate conquest.

"You’re almost there, aren’t you?" Rex whispered, his voice a low vibration that she felt deep in her core. "The pig is going to burst!"

"YES! EEEEE YAAAAAAH!" Elizabeth let out a piercing, soul-shattering scream as her climax hit her like a physical blow.

Her body went rigid, her back arching into a bow, her hips shuddering in a series of violent, uncontrollable spasms. She slammed herself down onto him one last time, a long, dragging slide that seemed to last forever as she felt the world dissolve into a white-hot explosion of pure, unadulterated sensation.

The bedroom had become a blur of sweat and spent passion, but the hunger in Rex’s eyes hadn’t dimmed; it had only sharpened into something more predatory. He didn’t let her rest.

He hauled her up, her legs wrapping around his waist by sheer instinct, and carried her dripping, shivering body into the ensuite bathroom.

The cool marble of the floor contrasted sharply with the feverish heat of their skin. He dropped her into the large, porcelain bathtub, the water sloshing violently over the sides as she landed.

The air in the small room was instantly thick with steam and the heavy, intoxicating scent of their sex.

Rex didn’t wait for her to settle. He stepped into the tub, the water rising to his waist, and pulled her toward him.

He sat her on the edge of the tub, forcing her to straddle him while he remained seated in the shallow, warm water. He grabbed her hair, tilting her head back so she had to look into his dark, uncompromising eyes.

Splash. Slap. Squelch.

"Still hungry, pig?" Rex growled, his voice echoing off the tiled walls.

He didn’t give her time to answer before he drove himself upward, his cock sliding into her drenched, slippery heat with a sound like a heavy boot stepping into deep mud.

"AAAAAAHHHHH!" Elizabeth’s scream was muffled by the steam, a high-pitched, desperate sound of pure impact.

The water splashing around them added a chaotic, rhythmic percussion to their union.

Splosh. Slap. Splosh.

"Punish me!" she begged, her fingers digging into his shoulders, her nails leaving red crescents in his skin. "Punish this pig, Rex!"

"Ah! Make me... nnngh... make me regret being so greedy! Haaaaah!"

As he began to hammer into her, the rhythm violent and unyielding, Elizabeth’s mind drifted into a hazy, delirious state.

’I did it...’ she thought, her inner voice a frantic whisper amidst the roar of her own pleasure. ’I fulfilled my obligation, didn’t I?’

’I gave him everything. I lied to Alexander... I gave myself to the man who truly owns me... the debt is paid... right?’

’But the thought was immediately obliterated by a particularly deep, punishing lunge that made my vision go white.’

"You haven’t done enough!" Rex roared, his hands moving from her hair to her throat, not to choke, but to claim.

He began to slap her thighs, the sound of flesh hitting flesh ringing out sharply against the porcelain.

CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!

"A pig doesn’t get to decide when she’s done! You stay until I’ve broken you completely!"

"Yes! Ah! Break me! Nnnngh!" she shrieked, her head tossing back and forth.

The water was everywhere now, splashing against the tiles, soaking her hair, and dripping from her chin, but she felt nothing but the sensation of him. The sensation of him stretching her, filling her, and the stinging, wonderful heat of his hand against her skin.

Squelch. Splash. Thud.

"Am I a good pig, Rex?" she cried out, her voice breaking into a sob of ecstasy. "Am I... ah!... your perfect, filthy little sow? Haaaah!"

"You’re a glutton!" Rex countered, his thrusts becoming even more frantic, his hips slamming against her with a force that sent waves of water crashing over the sides of the tub. "You take and you take, and you still want more!"

"You’re a bottomless pit of lust!"

He reached down, his hand disappearing beneath the surface of the water to find her clitoris, grinding against it with a brutal, rhythmic pressure while he continued to pound her from below.

"EEEEE YAAAAAAH!"

The combination was too much. Elizabeth’s body began to convulse.

Her inner monologue died, replaced by a singular, primal scream that seemed to vibrate the very tiles of the bathroom. ’Oh god, oh god, oh god...’

She felt the pressure building, a tidal wave of sensation that was more intense than anything she had ever felt in the Academy or in her bed with Alexander. It was a total, crushing annihilation of her senses.

"Take it!" Rex commanded, his voice a guttural roar as he felt his own climax approaching.

He gripped her hips, pulling her down onto him with such force that the water surged upward in a great, splashing wave. "Take every drop of your punishment!"

"REXX! REXX! REXX!" she screamed, her voice a ragged, beautiful wreck.

As he unleashed himself inside her, a hot, pulsing flood that seemed to reach the very depths of her soul, Elizabeth collapsed against his chest. Her screams dissolved into long, shuddering moans, her body twitching in the warm, soapy water as she drifted in the wreckage of her own intense, beautiful depravity. The only sound left was the heavy, synchronized breathing of two animals who had finally, momentarily, found their peace in the middle of a storm.

The steam in the bathroom had become a thick, suffocating fog, clinging to the tiled walls and the skin of the two lovers. But the bathtub was no longer enough to contain the raw, unbridled ferocity of Rex’s hunger.

He hauled her out of the water, her body slick and glistening, and dropped her onto the cold, unforgiving marble of the bathroom floor.

The shock of the temperature against her heated skin made Elizabeth gasp, but before she could even catch her breath, Rex was over her. He didn’t bother with gentleness; he was a man on a mission of total biological conquest.

He pried her legs wide, pinning them back against her shoulders, forcing her into a position that left her most intimate depths completely defenseless and gaping.

Slap. Squelch. Thud.

With a primal roar, Rex drove himself home. The impact was so violent that the sound of his pelvis hitting her echoed like a hammer against an anvil.

"AAAAAAHHHHHHH!" Elizabeth’s scream was a jagged, piercing sound that tore through the heavy air.

Her back arched off the cold floor, her spine curving like a bow as he impaled her.

"You think you’ve had enough?" Rex growled, his face a mask of intense, focused lust.

His muscles were corded and straining, his veins popping under the tan skin of his arms as he braced himself to deliver the most brutal assault yet. "You’re not done until I’ve forced my way into the very center of you!"

"I’m going to crack you open, Elizabeth!"

"I’m going to force my way past your cervix and claim your womb for good!"

THWACK! Squelch! THWACK!

He began to fuck her with a terrifying, rhythmic violence. Every thrust was a heavy, blunt force trauma designed to penetrate deeper than humanly possible.

He wasn’t just sliding in; he was driving, using the sheer mass of his muscular cock to hammer against her cervix, trying to pry it open through sheer, relentless pressure.

"Oh god! Oh god! It’s too deep! Ah! Rex, you’re... nnngh... you’re hitting so deep! Haaaaah!" Elizabeth wailed, her hands clawing at the marble floor, her fingernails scratching against the stone as she fought to stay grounded.

As he pounded into her, her mind began to fracture under the intensity.

’Is this it?’ she wondered, her thoughts a chaotic swirl of pleasure and pain. ’Am I finally free?’

’If I let him do this... if I let him break me like this... then I’ve already obeyed my own heart’s desires, haven’t I?’

’The lie, the guilt... it doesn’t matter anymore.’

"I’m not an instructor or a fiancée... I’m just his. And that’s all I ever wanted to be... right?’

"Tell me!" Rex commanded, his voice a low, vibrating thunder.

He leaned down, his sweat dripping onto her heaving breasts, his eyes boring into hers. "Tell me you want me to break you!"

"Tell me you want my seed deep inside your womb!"

"Yes! Ah! Yes! Nnnngh!" she screamed, her voice reaching a fever pitch. "Break me! Ah! Force it in!"

"Haaaaah! Open me up, Rex! Ah! Ah! Ah!"

Slap! Squelch! Slap!

The noises were visceral, almost sickeningly wet. The sound of his massive cock sliding through her drenched, swollen folds was a constant, rhythmic schlick-thud that drove her into a frenzy.

The friction was so intense it felt like fire, a searing, delicious heat that was spreading from her core to her very fingertips.

Rex’s pace became frantic, his thrusts losing all semblance of control as he neared his limit. He was no longer just fucking her; he was attempting to merge with her, his body a machine of pure, driving force.

"I’m coming! I’m going to fill you!" he roared, his voice a guttural, animalistic sound. "I’m going to pump it all into you! Every single drop!"

He delivered a final, monstrous series of thrusts, his hips slamming into her with such ferocity that the entire room seemed to shake.

THWACK THWACK THWACK THWACK!

"REXX! REXX! REXX!" Elizabeth’s scream was a long, unbroken note of pure, unadulterated ecstasy.