Chapter 937: Unmuffled Sounds (r-18)

The room was dim—only the soft, bluish glow from the city lights slicing through the half-open blinds

I laid Patt down on the edge of the king bed—gentle with her back and shoulders, brutal with the way I kept her thighs wrenched wide over my forearms until the moment her ass hit the sheets with a soft, wet slap.

She

whimpered

—high and broken—when I finally pulled my mouth away; her pussy glistened obscenely in the low light like something freshly fucked and still starving: outer lips dark plum and swollen fat, inner folds flushed violent crimson and fluttering like torn silk, clit engorged to the size of a ripe cherry and throbbing visibly with its own heartbeat, entrance still winking open and closed in aftershocks, leaking a slow, continuous silver thread of thick cream that pooled beneath her ass on the comforter in a dark, spreading stain.

I

straightened.

She watched me—eyes glassy, wrecked, pupils blown black with hunger—as I reached for my shirt.

I peeled it off slowly—deliberately—letting her drink in every ridge of muscle, every faint white scar, every line of black ink curling across my chest and down my arms. Her breath hitched louder with each button, each piece of fabric hitting the floor.

When the shirt was gone her gaze moved along every inch of my body and she couldn’t believe it, her shameless gaze then dropped instantly to the

obscene bulge

straining the front of my trousers, the thick outline so clear it looked painted on.

I unbuckled the belt—slow metallic clink—popped the button, dragged the zipper down with agonizing patience.

Then I shoved trousers and briefs to my thighs in one rough motion.

My proud cock sprang free as if to intimidate her, or make her anticipate her—heavy, brutally thick, veined like knotted rope, flushed angry dark at the swollen head, already drooling a thick, glassy bead of precum that stretched into a long silver string before snapping wetly against my thigh.

At this moment this reaction from women was becoming usual, but do not blame a man for being proud of his godly cock, would you?

Like usual, Patt’s mouth fell open on a soft, involuntary "ohhh... fuck..."

I let her have her moment because in the next few moments she’ll be being torn by this very cock.

Give her a moment to admire before the devouring.

She stared—

unblinking, mesmerized

—as the shaft gave one heavy bob with my heartbeat, the fat crown glistening, the fat vein underneath pulsing visibly, the whole length so disproportionately massive next to her leaking, middle-aged cunt that had only taken fingers and tongue until now.

Look at her face. She knows it’s going to wreck her. She can already feel how wide this head is going to force her open, how those veins are going to drag against every ridge inside her neglected pussy.

And she’s

dripping

harder just imagining the burn.

Her thighs trembled harder and she spread them wider without realizing it. Her thin pussy entrance clenched visibly—pushing out a fat pearl of cream that slid down her perineum in a slow, shiny trail toward her asshole.

Her

clit jumped

once—hard—against the open air, hood retracting further so the dark cherry nub stood completely exposed and pulsing.

She licked her lips—slow, unconscious—then whispered, voice cracking like thin glass:

"It’s...

huge

. It’s going to split my cunt wide open... and I fucking

love

that it will." I nodded and smiled at how accurate she was. I wasn’t going to fuck her slow and gentle.

That ain’t Patt.

You could tell from that look in her eyes alone and how she wanted to be used ealier.

I stepped closer—cock swaying heavily with each step—until I stood between her spread thighs again. She lifted her hips off her sheets instinctively—offering, begging—legs falling open so wide her knees hooked over the edge of the mattress and her heels dug into the air.

I gripped her thighs with enough force to tell her she’s not going to be escaping while I rail her—fingers sinking deep into soft, plush meat—and wrenched her even wider.

Her pussy

flowered

open like something obscene and blooming, an offering to tell me she was just as ready: outer lips parting fully now, inner folds unfurling in dark crimson ruffles, entrance small and pink and glistening, clit throbbing visibly at the top like a frantic second heartbeat.

I leaned forward and targeted my cock to her entrance.

The swollen, blunt crown of my cock kissed her entrance—hot, unyielding, smearing precum across her slick folds.

Just the tip—barely pressing against the tight little ring.

She moaned—long, shuddering, animal—"Ahhh—Eros—

yes

—!"

The contact alone made her pussy go feral. Her entrance

fluttered

hard—winking open and closed around the very edge of the crown like it was trying to suck the head inside by itself.

Fresh cream surged out around the point of contact, coating the fat head in glossy slick that ran down the underside of my shaft in warm, sticky rivers and dripped onto the sheets. The thin skin of her thin entrance stretched slightly—just enough to pale at the edges—then flushed deeper rose as it yielded to the blunt pressure without yet letting me breach.

I almost felt sorry for her small greedy entrance. Almost.

She stared down between her own spread thighs—watching her mature, long-starved cunt kiss and drool over the massive cockhead of a teenager that was about to destroy her for anyone who cam before me and no one else in the future but me.

Her breath came in short, ragged pants, just the thought of that.

Her hands clawed the sheets beside her head. Her hips rolled again—small, desperate—trying to force more inside.

She’s terrified somehow and yet soaked for it. Terrified I’ll tear her, soaked because she wants the pain. Wants to feel every brutal inch while her daughter sleeps feet away. Wants to be ruined so completely she’ll never feel empty again.

"Please..." she whispered, voice wrecked. "

Push

. Tear me. Stretch me until I can’t walk. Make it

hurt

. Make me

yours

..."

I held there—just the crown kissing her fluttering hole—letting her feel the heat, the weight, the impossible girth about to split her.

Then I began to

push.

Slow.

Relentless.

The head breached her entrance and I watched it widen in terror and hunger.

Her small entrance stretched—stretched—burning white-hot as the thickest part of the crown forced its way past the tight ring. The delicate pink skin turned almost translucent at the edges from the strain, then flushed deep crimson as it clamped desperately around the

invading girth.

A wet, obscene

schlick-schlick

filled the room as her slick surged out around the seal, running in thick rivulets down my shaft, coating my balls, dripping onto the sheets beneath her ass in loud, rhythmic

plops

.

"

Aaaaah—fuck—fuck—it’s tearing me—oh my god it’s splitting my cunt—!

" she screamed, voice raw and echoing off the walls as my crown invaded. I was being a abit cruel with her not decreasing my size but I knew that was exactly she wanted.

Tears sprang to her eyes instantly—pain sharp and bright, pleasure already exploding underneath like wildfire. Her pussy looked

pornographically

obscene stretched around just the head:

outer lips pulled paper-thin

and pale at the stretched rim, then blooming dark rose as they clung wetly to the thick shaft.

Her long inner folds—

crimson, ruffled, swollen

—were dragged outward and plastered flat against my girth like wet silk ribbons, fluttering helplessly with every tiny twitch of her body. Her clit throbbed untouched above the brutal stretch—swollen dark cherry—jumping violently with every heartbeat, leaking its own tiny beads of slick.

Her whole body shook—violent, uncontrollable tremors rolling from thighs to tits to throat.

Nails raked down my arms—deep, frantic—digging bloody crescent moons into my skin. She clawed at my shoulders, my neck, trying to find any anchor as her cunt fought and welcomed the invasion in the same ragged breath.

"Too big—too fucking big—Eros—ahhh—it hurts—it hurts so fucking good—don’t stop—don’t you dare stop—!"

I held still—buried only to the flared ridge—and leaned down to kiss her—slow, deep, swallowing her sobs while my cock throbbed inside her entrance, letting her feel every fat pulse, every raised vein imprinting itself into her spasming walls.

Then I pushed deeper.

Inch by torturous inch.

Her pussy stretched wider—burning, yielding, rippling around me like hot wet velvet being forcibly reshaped.

The thin skin of her entrance clung to every ridge, every vein, dragging outward on the slow withdrawal, then forced to swallow more on the next merciless thrust. Slick gushed out in hot, messy waves with every movement—coating my shaft to the base, running in rivers down my balls, soaking the sheets beneath her ass in a dark, spreading lake that smelled thickly of her mature musk and my precum.

She screamed with every inch—voice hoarse, broken, loud enough to risk waking Rory—but she never begged me to stop.

Instead, she chanted through tears:

"Deeper—tear my cunt—ruin me—stretch me until I break—make it hurt so good—make me yours—while she sleeps right there—fuck—yes—yes—YES—!"

And I gave her cunt exactly what it had been starving for. I unlengthened my cock so that the full cock could fill her well, but the price she had to pay for that was an increase in the girth, the

size was insane

. I strengthen then hit to her deepest walls while I unsheathed to the hilt!

Every brutal, claiming inch.