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“More Moon, more…”

“My dirty whore,” he groans out and his hold on my head never falters.

I turn my face, so he can see my smile and he moans slamming into me, deep, hard, and fast. Letting go of my dick he grips my waist, his fingers digging into my flesh while the others disappear in my hair and grind along my scalp.

“Arghhh, fuck-k,” I drawl out, feeling like I’m being split open.

He keeps hitting that sweet spot, and plows into me like an animal. It feels like we are, the deep groans leaving his chest and mine are none I’ve ever heard before. My ass is on fire as he tunnels into me, while I try to hold on to the rug.

“So fucking tight,” he says through gritted teeth, pulling on my hair. He starts to fuck me harder, and my vison turns blurry from the pain. Every inch of him disappearing inside scrapes along my wall, like my cock does over the rug with each thrust of his hips.

He hits my prostate and I cry out his name.

“That’s it, only my name. Only me.”

“Fuck you,” I moan as he does it again and my hips leap off the floor; he’s going so deep I swear I can taste his cum in the back of my throat.

I hear a scream, and he chuckles; holy shit, it was me. I can’t feel my arms anymore at this point. It feels like he’s still holding back so I turn my head to him again.

“Do you think this is really going to make me come for you?” I gasp as he plows into me.

He grabs the back of my head and pushes me against the rug, knocking the wind out of my chest and I cry out his name. He forces my knee up higher, making him hit that spot over and over. My moans become desperate, although I fight against the feeling. My body begins to shake, and he notices it as I claw at the rug.

“That’s it, come for me like a good little whore. You know how pretty you look with my dick getting swallowed by this virgin hole.”

I tighten around him, meeting his thrusts head on, the pain making way for pleasure.

“Look at what you’re making me do to you, what I’ve become because of your pretty face.”

“No,” I bite out and he fists my hair; it feels like he’s pulling the strands right out of my scalp. Sounds of skin slapping skin fill the room. We’re both soaked in sweat, and I feel sweat dripping from his hair on my back and tickling down my spine to my balls.

He pulls out on a deep groan and rubs the head of his cock around my gaping hole.

“Arghh,” I let out a rough wail as he pushes in again using his pre-cum as lube. It’s so dirty when I feel a line of cum dripping down to my legs.

“Hold on, baby, you’re taking me so good,” he commends, ramming back inside.

I arch my spine and look back over my shoulder, and I know I’m not going to last much longer. His long black hair sticks to his temples, and his face is contorted with pleasure and anger, his half smile making my heart skip a beat.

He flashes me a soft smile and I tear my face away from his intense stare. “Such a good whore,” he says, as a tear spills down my cheek.

That word alone packs a punch, because this is all I am to him, a whore he can use, and I want him to use me. To fuck me over so good I’ll hate him until there’s nothing left to love.

“That’s it, come for me, bǎobèi. Look how good you are taking my cock. Look how deep I’m getting in your tight hole. You’re so beautiful when you surrender like this,” he tells me, and reaches between my body and the floor, rubbing me over and over. “Come,” he commands, the one word alone and the way he pinches my tip have my eyes roll into the back of my head, and a scream tumbles from deep in my chest. I come, spilling my cum on the floor over the bloodstains.

He keeps his assault steady, rutting inside me over and over, flexing his hips as I collapse on the floor. “Stop please,” I moan, feeling like he’s splitting my ass in two.

“Fuck you,” he roars, spitting on my back, and I smile when I feel it drip down to my ass where he’s plowing into. He lets out a deep growl, thrusting in two more times until he stills and his hips shudder, wet hot cum filling me up as he releases inside me and down my leg as it spills over. Moon keeps milking my ass, spurting jets of hot release inside before he smashes his front against my back and crashes against me. I groan out in pain as he lifts my arms and places them softly against the rug. I try to move my fingers; damn it hurts so good as he tangles our fingers together.

I turn my face away from him to hide the tears I feel pooling behind my lids. The words, you made me like this, echo through my head. He runs his lips over my shoulder, licking my sweat while he kisses my skin. I try to push him off, but he moves his hands up from my shoulders, over my elbows, and links our hands together and I give in. I don’t have the strength to fight him anymore. I don’t want to; this is where I want to be although I know it doesn’t mean the same for him. I’m just something he owns, whatever happened he doesn’t feel the same. He doesn’t want me, not really.

Moon doesn’t say anything while he lies on top of me, both of our chests heaving and drenched in sweat, blood, and cum.

Letting the tears run free he reaches out and softly brushes them from my cheek.

“Good boy,” he praises, his breath feels heavy and warm against my neck. Moving off me a little he turns his head, so we’re facing each other and softly kisses my knuckles.

I close my eyes, not wanting to meet his intense stare. The pain of knowing there will be someone else in his bed when we part again. A man like him can never claim me, he can only use me. In the end he can only kill me.