Chapter 919: Eziel Ashworth (r-18)

He answered her command without mercy... DRILLING her pussy in the same way he knew better. Eziel needed not technique right now of masterfully, what she craved was a drill that would make her forget all the past pathetic days and the satisfy the hunger she’s been starved.

His hands clamped around her waist like iron vices—fingers sinking deep into the soft, sweat-slick flesh above her hips, bruising deep enough that purple blooms would mark her for a week. He yanked her forward at the same moment his hips snapped.

The

thrust was savage

—full-powered, no buildup, no warning. He buried another thick, brutal four inches in one merciless plunge, the flared head battering past her deepest resistance until the veined shaft was sheathed to nearly eight inches inside her impossibly small cunt.

This was all she could take for now unlike his women who were used to his cock... at least when he doesn’t increase it.

Her scream tore the air apart—raw, primal, shattering—

"FUUUUUUCK—EROS—YES—IT’S TEARING ME—!"

The sound ricocheted off the glass walls, bounced down empty corridors, loud enough to wake security three floors below if anyone had been listening.

Her entrance stretched to the absolute limit of survival.

The delicate

pink ring

—already strained translucent from the head alone—now looked like it was on the verge of ripping: edges pulled so thin they were almost white, then flushed a violent, angry crimson where the thin skin clamped desperately around the invading girth.

Every vein on his cock pressed visibly against the stretched rim, imprinting its pattern into her flesh like a brand. Her outer lips were stretched beyond

paper-thin—pale

, taut,

hugging

the thick base of his shaft in a glossy, obscene seal that glistened with the obscene amount of slick forced out around him.

Long inner folds—dark-rose, ruffled, swollen to twice their normal size—were dragged outward in clinging, fluttering ribbons, plastered flat against his veined length like wet silk caught on thorns, quivering helplessly with every punishing stroke.

The wetness was

catastrophic.

Thick, creamy ropes of her arousal exploded out around the seal with every withdrawal—stretching in long, silver strands between them before snapping and splattering in heavy, wet arcs onto the desk, his swinging balls, her quivering ass cheeks.

On every downstroke the

schlick-schlick-schlick

turned into a filthy, squelching

SLAP-SLAP-SLAP

as her slick-churned pussy sucked at him like a starving mouth.

The polished mahogany beneath her

gleamed black and mirror-slick,

reflecting their joined bodies in obscene detail: her tiny hole stretched grotesquely wide around his massive cock, inner walls visible in flashes as he pulled back, rippling and spasming like they were trying to strangle him.

He railed her without rhythm, without mercy—deep, fast, harder—hips pistoning in a brutal, animal rhythm that made the heavy oak desk groan and shift beneath them, drawers rattling, pens rolling off the edge to clatter on the floor.

Each

thrust

in her pussy lifted her ass completely off the wood before slamming her back down so hard the impact forced fresh gushes of slick to spray out around his shaft in hot, messy jets.

His hips and her thighs met and lifted her up sending her back but his grip on her would pull back before ramming back into her

pussy

again with savage thrusts.

All she could do now was

bite into his shoulders

and moan louder and louder.

"Ah—ah—ah—EROS—FUCK—TOO DEEP—TOO HARD—IT HURTS—IT HURTS SO FUCKING GOOD—DON’T STOP—!"

Her voice fractured into high, shattered wails—loud enough to crack glass if the office weren’t empty.

Tears streamed down her temples in rivulets, mixing with sweat that dripped from her chin onto her bouncing breasts... she pleasure she was filling surpassed anything she’s ever felt and made up all the years of her not-fully-claimed pussy.

What would her father think if he saw her like this...

she screamed in another ecstatic moan.

Her mouth hung open in a constant, drooling scream of

pleasure-pain-ecstasy,

tongue visible, eyes rolled back until only whites showed.

Her

clit—dark

cherry, swollen to bursting, protruding shamelessly beyond its hood—throbbed untouched above the brutal stretch, jumping and pulsing violently with every deep thrust. He refused to touch it.

He could tell what she wanted him to do.. he chuckled and refused.

Refused to circle it. Refused even to brush it with his pubic bone.

He kept the angle cruel—letting the internal pressure radiate outward, making her clit swell even bigger, darker, twitching helplessly as denied pleasure coiled tighter and tighter inside her like a spring about to snap.

"Please—please touch my clit—Eros—please—I need it—I’m dying—!"

She sobbed between screams, voice cracking into desperate pleas. But he only grinned—dark, feral—and drove harder, deeper, faster.

Her pussy tight walls spasmed violently around his pounding cock—rippling in brutal contractions, milking him in frantic, rhythmic pulses that forced more slick to gush out in hot waves.

The wetness was everywhere: coating his entire length in a thick, glossy sheen, running in steady rivers down his balls, dripping off her ass in thick strands, pooling beneath her in a dark, slippery lake that spread across the desk and dripped onto the carpet below with soft, obscene

plops

.

No matter how much he fucked Peter could never grow tired to such top pussies... he’d fucked two MILFs today moaning, then hours in an orgy with his women.. and now Eziel after the

feetjob

teasing under the table.

"Scream louder,"

he growled against her ear, teeth grazing the lobe. "Let the whole fucking city know who owns this tight little cunt now. This is what you wanted my dear Eziel..."

She obeyed—voice breaking into a continuous, animal wail—

"EROS—EROS—FUCK ME—HARDER—DEEPER—MAKE ME YOURS—BREAK ME—OWN ME—!"

The screams echoed louder, rawer, bouncing through the empty floor like thunder.

Her pussy clamped down like a fist—walls fluttering and spasming in violent, rhythmic convulsions as the first denied orgasm ripped through her untouched clit and overstretched core. Slick

squirted

out around his pounding cock in forceful, hot jets—spraying his stomach, her thighs, the desk in messy arcs.

Her entrance fluttered wildly around him—thin ring clenching and releasing in frantic spasms, milking every veined inch as her body convulsed.

"EROOOSSS!"