Chapter 237 - Taming the Wild Bitch
His jaw moved.
One small clench, barely visible, but Vivienne felt it like a live wire snapping tight against her skull, his fingers digging deeper into her hair with a grip that promised violence.
’There. I have him now.’
She drove her throat down harder, twisting her wrist at the thick base of his cock, lips stretched obscenely wide, saliva already drooling in thick ropes down her chin as her experienced throat opened without a hint of resistance. Her eyes locked on that clenched jaw, triumphant, knowing she was about to break him the way she’d broken dozens of powerful men before—high-society cocks that folded under her skilled mouth like cheap suits.
Then his hands moved.
Not to hold her head tighter. Not to fuck her face like the desperate boys she usually toyed with.
Both hands dropped at once, two thick fingers on each side finding her heavy, aching nipples through the thin silk of her robe with surgical, merciless precision. He pinched them both—hard, vicious, twisting—and then he ’lifted’, yanking upward like he was trying to rip them clean off her chest.
Her head snapped back off his cock with a wet, obscene ’pop’, strings of thick spit snapping across her lips and chin as the white-hot pain lanced straight from her tits to her spine.
"What—" She coughed violently, eyes watering instantly, her deep-throat rasp scraping her voice raw and hoarse. "What the ’fuck’ are you doing?"
He said nothing.
Not a word.
He simply grabbed her head with one massive hand, palm covering half her face like a muzzle, and the next thing she knew the sofa cushion slammed into her knees. The world spun.
She was on all fours before she could even process it, robe ripped open down her back by his free hand without ceremony, silk bunched uselessly around her elbows like discarded rags. Her heavy ass—full, mature, the kind that had been worshipped in penthouse suites across three continents—was bare and obscenely exposed in the bright living-room light. And she felt it immediately: the blunt, massive heat of his cockhead pressing right against her tight, experienced asshole.
Her breath stopped cold.
"What are you ’doing’?" The composure she’d worn like armor for decades fractured right there. Her voice came out sharp, real, edged with something she hadn’t felt in twenty years. "I was ’about’ to—"
"You failed."
He said it like he was reading a stock ticker. Flat. Final.
"You couldn’t make me cum."
Her mouth opened to spit venom.
His foot came forward.
The sole of his bare foot pressed flat against the side of her face, shoving her cheek down hard into the sofa cushion at a humiliating sideways angle, pinning her there like a caught animal while he positioned himself above her. His cock rested heavy, throbbing, obscene against the cleft of her ass, the fat head already nudging insistently at her clenched ring.
She felt the heat of it, the sheer ’girth’ that made her stomach tighten.
"You ’bastard’—" Her voice cracked between fury and disbelief. "I ’was’ making you—"
"Really?"
One word. Dry as bone dust.
"Let’s see."
He plunged.
No spit. No lube. No mercy.
"AAANGH~!! HIEEEK~!! FUUUUCK—!!"
Her fingers clawed the cushion so hard the fabric tore under her nails as the fat cockhead tore through her tight, mature asshole without a single second of warning. The stretch was immediate, violent, ’total’—burning white fire that made her vision spark. Her body wasn’t some tight young thing anymore; decades of careful living had tightened that ring back up like a rusted lock, and his cock didn’t give a single fuck. It split her open anyway, thick and merciless, forcing her walls to yield in a way that made her feel like she was being turned inside out.
’Too wide—too fucking ’wide’—that thick monster is splitting me in half—oh god it’s ’deep’—deeper than anything I’ve ever taken back there—’
Her hips bucked forward on instinct, trying to flee the invasion.
His foot lifted off her face only for his hand to plunge into her hair, wrapping the dark, perfectly pinned strands around his fist until the expensive pins scattered across the sofa like confetti. Her hair came tumbling down loose and wild around her face, ruined in seconds.
He used the grip like reins.
He drove in until his hips slammed against the full, heavy cheeks of her ass with a wet, meaty ’SLAP’, burying every brutal inch to the hilt.
"GHHKK~!! NGH~!! OOUUGH~!! FUUUUCK—!!"
"Now ’that’s’ a tight anal," he exhaled, almost approving, voice low and rough. "Been a while since a high-society whore’s ass fought me this hard."
Her toes curled so tight they cramped.
The fullness was obscene—something that thick buried that deep in her ass made her stomach visibly bulge from the inside, every breath shorter and shallower than the last. She was crying already. Not the pretty, theatrical tears she used in bedrooms to manipulate men. Real, hot, involuntary tears streaming down both cheeks, mascara running in black rivers as her body registered pain that crossed every threshold her experienced mind had ever agreed to.
PAH! PAH! PAH! PAH!
"Ick~!! Aangh~!! OUUGH~!! HIIIEEEEK—!!"
His hips pounded in a savage rhythm that left zero pause between impacts—each brutal thrust slamming her full ass cheeks with the wet sound of skin on skin like a flat hand spanking wet dough.
Every drive knocked the air out of her lungs before she could suck the next breath in. Her heavy, sagging breasts swung forward violently with every impact, the full weight of them pendulum-ing hard under her chest, nipples scraping raw against the sofa fabric until the friction turned into stinging, burning heat she couldn’t separate from the cock wrecking her asshole.
’They ’ache’—the swing of them pulls at my chest like they’re being yanked by strings tied to my spine—’
PAH! PAH! PAAAH!
"Nghh~!! AAHHHK~!!"
Then his hands left her hair.
One slammed flat between her shoulder blades, crushing her down harder into the cushions, pinning her like a butterfly. The other reached around her hip, two thick fingers finding her cunt from the front—and he shoved them in ’deep’ without a single second of warning.
Her pussy was ’soaked’. Mortifyingly, shamefully soaked. She felt her own juices coat his knuckles the second they sank inside, heard the wet, filthy ’schlick-schlick’ sound as he buried them to the last knuckle.
’Don’t you ’dare’ feel good you absolute piece of—’
He spread the two fingers wide inside her, pressing them hard against the thin wall separating her cunt from the massive cock destroying her ass. Every thrust of his shaft rubbed directly against those fingers, and her vision whited out at the edges.
PAH! PAH! PAAAH!
"AAAAHHH~!! Hieek~!! NNGHAA~!!"
The double pressure was something her experienced body had never been handed before. Every brutal drive into her ass pressed ’against’ the fingers stretching her cunt, every crook of those fingers dragged back along the movement of his cock. The combined sensation turned her insides into liquid fire. Her arms gave out completely. Her chest slammed into the sofa, cheek grinding into the cushion, ass still forced high by his grip and the cock buried to the balls inside her.
Her heavy breasts spread flat and wide beneath her now, nipples digging painfully into the fabric like they were being pinched by the sofa itself.
"You ’bastard’—" The words came out broken between every savage thrust, breath punched out of her. "You’re being—’too rough’—you’re going to ’ruin’ me—PAH!—’too fucking deep’—!"
He reached forward without missing a stroke.
His palm cracked across the side of her right breast in a vicious open-handed slap that sent the heavy flesh swinging sideways into her arm with a loud ’SMACK’. The sting bloomed hot and immediate.
"Doesn’t matter," he said, voice calm, almost bored, like he was discussing the weather while he wrecked her.
His hand came back and ’grabbed’ the breast from below—fingers sinking deep into the soft, yielding flesh like it was dough, gripping so hard the skin bulged between his knuckles. He used it as a handle, yanking her backward onto his cock while he drove deeper. The left breast followed. Both heavy tits in both his hands now, gripped brutally tight enough to leave dark finger-shaped bruises, used like fleshy reins as he pounded her asshole raw.
PAH! PAH! PAH! PAAAH!
"AAANGHH~!! NGH~!! HIIEEK~!! OUUUGH~!!"
Vivienne’s face was smashed into the sofa, expensive hair fanned out in dark, sweat-damp ropes, mascara streaking her cheeks in filthy black tracks she couldn’t stop even if she wanted to.
’This is not how it goes—this is not how any man has ever taken me—this high-society slut body of mine has taken bigger, rougher, longer—but never like ’this’—why is the thing inside my cunt making my legs shake like a fucking virgin—’
She couldn’t finish a single thought.
His fingers curled viciously inside her pussy, hooking hard against her front wall while his thumb found her swollen clit at the exact moment his cock bottomed out again. He tilted her head back by the jaw, fingers digging into her chin, yanking her ear to his mouth while his hips kept that punishing, machine-like rhythm.
"Cry like your daughter did, you filthy high-society whore," he growled low, voice even, almost conversational against her ear.
His thumb rolled across her clit in hard, merciless circles.
PAH! PAH!
"NGH~!! I WILL—PAH!—’kill you’—PAH! PAH!"
"AAANHGH~!! HIIEEK~!! OOUUUGH~!!!"
He pinched her clit between two fingers and ’twisted’.
Her body betrayed her completely.
The orgasm didn’t build—it ’detonated’.
It exploded somewhere between the fingers wrecking her cunt and the cock splitting her ass, a violent convulsion that locked every muscle in her thighs, arched her back like a bow, and ripped a guttural scream out of her throat she didn’t recognize as her own.