The pleasure spikes so hard I whimper against his palm.
“That’s it,” he rasps. “My greedy little cunt can’t cum without being ruined first. Can it? Tell me.”
I shake my head, nails digging bloody crescents into his shoulders.
“Say it,” he snarls, thrusts turning vicious, slamming me so hard my back bruises against the mattress. “Say you only cum when I take the air out of your lungs.”
“Yes!” I sob into his hand, words muffled, desperate. “Yes, Dax?—”
He rips his hand away, spits into my mouth, then crushes his lips over mine, swallowing the filthy confession. His hips grind deeper, balls slapping, his cock hitting that brutal spot until I’m screaming into his mouth.
“That’s right,” he groans, teeth scraping my lips. “Cry for me. Break for me. You’re nothing but my perfect little hole to ruin.”
I shatter again, my orgasm ripping me raw, my body convulsing under him while he keeps fucking me through it, relentless, punishing, every thrust dragging another sob from my chest.
And when I think I’m spent—wrecked, wrung out—he grabs my jaw, forces my eyes wide on his, and growls: “I’m not done. Not until you beg me to stop. Not until you forget your own fucking name and remember only mine.”
I’m already shaking, body torn wide open, but he doesn’t give me time to catch air. Not a fucking second.
Dax flips me onto my stomach, his hand fisting in my hair so hard my scalp burns as he drags me up onto my knees. My face smashes into the pillow, spit smeared across my chin, my ass forced high while his cock drives back into me with a single, brutal thrust.
I scream into the sheets.
“Shut the fuck up,” he growls, yanking my head back by the hair until my throat arches. His lips crash against my ear, his words filthier than the thrusts splitting me in half. “You scream for me and only me. You breathe for me. You cum for me. Nobody else. Ever.”
The sound that rips out of me is pathetic—raw, animal, desperate.
His palm slams flat between my shoulder blades, pinning me down as his cock pistons in, deeper, harder, faster. Each thrust drags my body forward on the bed, my knees bruising, my voice breaking into sobs I can’t control.
“You hear that?” Dax snarls, his hips slamming against my ass so hard the sound cracks through the room. “That’s your pussy choking on me. Begging me. Fucking addicted to me.”
“I c-can’t—” My words dissolve into a moan, my body convulsing, slick dripping down my thighs.
“You can.” He leans down, bites the back of my neck hard enough I see stars. “And you will. Over and over until you forget who the fuck you are without me.”
He pulls out halfway, the emptiness brutal, then slams back in with such force I scream his name like it’s the only one I know.
“Say it,” he growls, hand tangling tighter in my hair until my scalp burns. “Say whose little whore you are.”
“I’m yours!” I sob.
His cock drives deeper, punishing. “Again.”
“I’m yours, Dax!”
He spits down my spine, the wet trail mixing with sweat as he drags his hand back down between my thighs. Two fingers press against my swollen clit while his cock still pounds me raw. The overstimulation rips another orgasm out of me so violently my vision whites out.
I collapse forward, but he doesn’t let me fall. He keeps me up, keeps me open, keeps using me until I’m nothing but a wrecked, sobbing mess in his hands.
“You’ll never get clean,” he rasps, his voice shaking with hunger and rage. “You’ll drip with me for days. You’ll smell like me. Taste like me. Every time you spread your legs, you’ll remember my cock tearing you apart.”
“Please—” My voice is shredded, my body twitching against him.
“Please what?” he snarls, hips never slowing. “Please stop? Please more? Please ruin me, Dax?”
And God help me—my broken whisper spills out before I can stop it.
“Please ruin me.”
