Chapter 31 - THIRTY ONE

Chapter 31: Chapter THIRTY ONE

ANGEL

"Well, since you begged for it so nicely, how can I say no?" Daniel said through clenched teeth, his eyes raw as he rubbed his cock through the milky mess of my pussy.

Then he pushed.

I felt him. The engorged head of his cock. His invasion. I could feel all of it slowly, like he wanted me to feel every act of it. Like he was writing his name inside me and forcing me to accept his invasion.

My body was fully prepared, slippery and wet for him. It should have been easier. It wasn’t. My body was struggling to accommodate his size.

The head of his cock managed to slip in. Stretching me uncomfortably. A half scream tore from me.

The pleasure from my orgasm was ebbing away rapidly and pain overrode its place. This was completely unlike his fingers. It couldn’t even be compared. Not by a long shot.

Another inch slipped in. I started to wiggle beneath him.

He was just too big. My pussy was forced wider. Beyond limits, like I was splitting in half. I couldn’t handle it. I couldn’t. I would tear, I could already feel my walls straining.

Panic replaced my earlier pleasure, and I tried to make Daniel understand. My fingers pressed against his shoulder. He didn’t budge. I might as well have been pushing against a man who liked that I was pushing.

"It’s not going to fit in...! I feel like it’s going to tear."

I squirmed harder, but this movement forced another unwilling inch inside of me, seizing the breath out of my suddenly deflated lungs.

"I’m getting tired of your whines, need me to gag you?" Daniel encircled my neck with firm fingers, his gaze darker than I’d ever seen it. Not angry. Lustful. Like a sharp smelling blood. "Try to relax or you’ll bleed more than you have to,"

Without warning, he slammed another inch into me. I tensed around him tightly and this time I actually felt something rip within me, I screamed again, my nails raked into his shoulders. My whimpers and his harsh breath mingled between us.

"Fuck, you feel better than I imagined," He grunted.

He wasn’t even halfway in yet, and I already felt like a water-filled balloon that would explode.

"It’s too much!"

"Can’t handle it?" He snickered, "You begged for this, I’m giving it to you,"

And now, I was regretting it. I could feel every inch of him possessing me. Owning me. His cock was rearranging the walls of my pussy.

My whole body was shaking, tears burning at the sides of my eyes.

He continued to stuff himself inside of me, the pressure was too much, and another cry flared from me. There was no way he believed he could fit his entire length inside me!

"Don’t put it all! Take it out!" I choked "Stop please!"

He didn’t stop. He rammed into me over and over again. And with a hard thrust, he completely buried himself inside of me. I could feel his scrotum flushed against my ass. "You are so fucking tight, yet you swallowed all my cock, such a good pussy," He grinded his hip, I felt his cock rotating my insides, scraping my raw walls.

"And it’s all mine, this slippery cunt is mine!"

His fingers tightened around my neck, until I choked, my fingers clawing in vain at his wrist. He looked delirious at this moment..

His movements became even erratic, each forceful ram of his hip making my eyes roll to the back.

"G-gently..." I managed breathlessly.

"The men you’ll serve will not be gentle... they do worse than this to you!" Daniel panted, "They will not prepare your pussy and make you cum like I just did."

His cock pounded my pussy. Relentlessly. Brutally. My breasts jerked with each thrust.

"Your screams won’t matter to them, you will be just a body, your goal is to get filled!"

My gaze held his cruel ones, tears burning a trail down my cheek. His fingers made breathing even more difficult as if his cock wasn’t ploughing hard enough.

A few days ago, I had imagined doing this with Daddy. I’d thought getting sent to Europe was the worst fucking thing on earth.

Now...

I was some plaything for this man to use and abuse. A doll that he planned to destroy. And then discard when he was done with me. And knowing I’d begged for this ruin made it worse.

His cock stabbed my cervix, like the piston of a gun. The wet noise of it resounded.

"P-P-Please, make it feel good. D-D on’t hurt me."

"Make it feel good?" He mocked, thrusting harder. "You’re dripping down my balls and you want me to believe you’re not enjoying this? Your cunt is honest even when your mouth lies, little girl."

Instead of going slow, he drove deep into me, nearly splitting me in two. Fire raged inside of me as I wondered how I’ll ever adjust to his size. My grip on the sheet below me weakened as I gave up against his brutalization.

I couldn’t get used to this. I was crying harder than I ever have in my life. The pain was unbearable. I just wanted him to cum and be done, but it didn’t look like it would happen any time soon.

"Get ready to come so hard you’ll lose your goddamned mind, little girl."

Pleasure? Like this? Like that would ever happen.

Daniel angled his hip. I was now lying on my side, and he was behind me. His heavy sac clapping against my ass cheek that recoiled with each fervent jab of his hips.

This angle was different, and I felt even fuller than before. Each thrust left my pussy raw and hot. But it was somehow less painful now.

His other hand snaked around my waist and traveled down, I whimpered when he parted my folds, his thumb pressing against my slick, swollen sensitive nub that was still sore from his slaps.

One touch of his fingers teased me.

Two touch of his fingers were assertive. And the third, his third finger was demanding. He rubbed my abused flesh.