“I won’t hurt you, Mary, I promise,” he says, words low, his thumb brushing my lip.
“No… I mean, we don’t have a condom,” I say, my chest heaving, curves bouncing with each breath, my pussy still dripping.
“You on the pill?” he asks, grip steady, waiting.
I nod, panting. “Yes, I’m on it. Had a check-up last month. Clean, all good.”
He grins, leaning closer. “I’m clean too,printsessa. Tested last week, nothing to worry about.” His hand slides to my hip, squeezing.
Holding his gaze, I whisper, “What happens next?”
“I’ll show you,” he says, words short, his body crowding mine.
He doesn’t wait, thrusting in hard, his massive cock stretching me wide, filling me deep.
I cry out, “Fuuuuck!” as he drives into me, my legs wrapped around him, thighs clenching his hips.
“You feel so tight,” he says, pounding faster, “gonna fuck you till you scream.” Each thrust hits deep, his cock splitting me open, and I’m shuddering, my pussy gripping him tight.
My hands move, trembling, one on his chest, fingers finding his nipple, rough and flat under my touch. I squeeze it hard, twisting a little, and he groans, hips slamming harder.
“Da, keep milking me with your tight little cunt, Mary,” he orders, one hand squeezing my hip, the other rolling my nipple.
“Anton…” I cry out, my head smacking back toward the mirror, but he moves fast, his hand shooting from my hip to cradle my skull, catching it before it hits the glass. His fingers grip the base of my neck, firm, keeping me safe as he thrusts harder.
Anton’s eyes drop to mine, heavy-lidded. “You’re perfect, Mary.”
The words slam through me harder than his thrusts. Perfect. No one’s ever called me that. Not my father. Not Evan. Not anyone. I’ve always been too much or not enough. Neverperfect.
Something in me cracks open, raw and greedy. My eyes squeeze shut as I let it hit me, let my body answer him, clinging to every inch he gives me.
For once, I don’t overthink. I don’t argue. I just take.
“You’re made for my cock.” His words make me clench harder, and I’m panting.
“More, Anton, please!”
He thrusts deeper, relentless. “I’m gonna come inside you,” he says, voice low, “fill you up, make you mine.”
I nod, desperate. “Yes, do it!” He slams in one last time, and I shatter, screaming, “Ahhhh!” as my pussy pulses around him, pleasure crashing through me.
He groans, coming hard, hot, and thick inside me, his cock throbbing as he fills me, our bodies locked together on the counter.
He pulls out slowly, his cum dripping onto the cool surface, mixing with my arousal, and he cups my face, thumb brushing my cheek.
“From now on, you do as I say. Mary,” he says, words short, his hand lingering like a claim. My chest heaves, and I’m wrecked, but alive, wanting more, because with him, I’m not just owned—I’m ruined.
The End
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