Chapter 100 Please come inside me
Aria’s POV
He stripped me bare in seconds, leaving me completely exposed beneath him.
For a moment, he just looked at me, gaze raking over every inch of exposed skin with an intensity that made me squirm.
"You’re soaked, honey." His fingers traced through my folds, testing my readiness. "I’m going to make you come so hard you forget your own name."
I believed him.
He positioned himself between my thighs, the thick head of his cock pressing against my entrance. "This might hurt at first. Tell me if it’s too much."
I nodded, unable to form words.
He pushed in slowly, stretching me inch by agonizing inch. The burn was intense—pleasure and pain mixing until I couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began.
"Fuck," he groaned against my neck. "You’re so tight. So perfect. Taking me so well, sweetheart."
When he was fully seated inside me, he stilled, giving me time to adjust.
I felt impossibly full, stretched around him in ways that should have been uncomfortable but somehow felt exactly right.
"Move," I whispered. "Please move."
He didn’t need to be told twice.
He pulled back almost completely before slamming back in, setting a brutal pace that had me crying out with every thrust.
The headboard banged against the wall, the obscene sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room.
"Mmm... slower... don’t... ahh..." I gasped, overwhelmed by the force of his movements.
My pussy clenched around him, slick with arousal, inner walls squeezing and massaging his thick length with every stroke.
"Such a sweet little body," he growled, lips curving into something wicked. "Made just for me to ruin."
I squeezed my eyes shut, almost afraid to look at him—at the raw hunger on his face, at the sight of his cock disappearing into me over and over.
"Look at me," he commanded. "I want to see those pretty eyes when I make you come."
I forced myself to meet his gaze. The connection was electric, intimate in ways that went beyond the physical.
"Lighter... it hurts..." I whimpered as his hand tightened almost painfully on my breast, the other gripping my hip hard enough to bruise. He was hitting so deep, the thick head of his cock battering against my cervix with every thrust.
"Lighter?" He caught my chin, forcing me to hold his gaze. "Say it properly, sweetheart. Tell me exactly what you want."
My face burned with humiliation and arousal. "Please... your cock is so big... it’s stretching me so much... I can’t—"
"Can’t what?" He slowed his thrusts deliberately, making them deeper, harder. "Use your words."
"Please sir, your huge cock is splitting me open," I sobbed, the degrading words tumbling out. "I’m just your little fucktoy... please use me however you want... I’m yours..."
"Good girl." His pace turned vicious, each thrust punishing. "Such a perfect little slut for me."
The wet sounds of our coupling filled the room—obscene, explicit. I could feel myself dripping, arousal coating his shaft and my thighs.
My pussy felt swollen, oversensitive, every nerve ending on fire.
"Don’t want to... ahh... Damian... Damian... too deep..." My words dissolved into incoherent moans as he found that spot inside me that made stars explode behind my eyelids.
"You’re taking me so well, honey. This greedy little cunt was made for my cock." He punctuated each word with a deep thrust that had me seeing white. "Say it. Tell me who you belong to."
"You! Yours! I’m yours, Damian!"
"That’s right." He shifted angle slightly, somehow going even deeper. "Mine. Every inch of this perfect body belongs to me."
I was barely holding on, pleasure building to an unbearable peak. My walls fluttered around him, trying desperately to milk his release.
"Please," I begged, tears streaming down my face from the intensity. "Please come inside me... I need it... please fill me up... I can’t take anymore..."
He groaned, his rhythm faltering slightly. "Fuck, don’t say shit like that. You’re going to make me—"
"Please daddy," I whimpered, using the title instinctively. "Breed your good girl... I need your cum so bad..."
That did it.
He flipped me over roughly, pulling me up on my hands and knees. My ass was up in the air, completely exposed and vulnerable.
"Look at this pretty little hole," he murmured, fingers trailing through the mess we’d made. "So red and swollen from taking my cock. So wet for me."
"No more... I can’t..." I tried to protest, but my body betrayed me, pushing back against him.
"Yes you can." He lined himself up and slammed back in from behind. "You’re going to take everything I give you."
This angle was devastating. He hit deeper than before, each thrust punching the air from my lungs. I couldn’t escape, couldn’t do anything but take it as he used my body for his pleasure.
"Ahh! Oh God!" I felt my orgasm building again, pleasure coiling tight in my core. "I’m going to—"
"Come for me," he commanded. "Let me feel this cunt squeeze my cock."
I shattered.
My pussy clamped down on him hard, rhythmic pulses milking his length as waves of pleasure crashed over me. I screamed into the pillow, body shaking violently.
"Good girl. Such a good girl." He didn’t slow down, fucking me through my orgasm until I was sobbing. "But I’m not done with you yet."
"Please... please I’ll do anything... just finish..." My arms gave out, upper body collapsing onto the bed while he held my hips up. "You’re going to break me..."
"That’s the idea, honey." He grabbed my hands, pulling them behind my back and holding both wrists in one large hand. "Now be a good little slut and milk my cock."
The new position forced me to arch my back, changing the angle again. I could feel him everywhere—so full I thought I might split in two.
The wet sounds intensified as he pounded into me mercilessly. I could feel my arousal dripping down my thighs, coating both of us in slickness.
"So big... too fast... ahh..." I babbled incoherently, lost in sensation. Every thrust sent electricity through my body, that spot inside me being hammered relentlessly.
He released my wrists suddenly, pulling out and standing.
Before I could process what was happening, he dragged me to the edge of the bed, legs hanging off while he stood between them.
The new angle let him go even deeper. I screamed as he bottomed out, the head of his cock kissing my cervix.
"Too much... you’re too big... ahh..." My body was hypersensitive, another orgasm already building despite how wrecked I felt.
"Just a little more, sweetheart." His hand pressed down on my lower belly, and I could feel him moving inside me. "Can you feel how deep I am? Feel my cock ruining this tight little pussy?"
"Yes! Yes, I feel it!" Fresh tears streamed down my face. "Please... please finish... I need your cum... please fill me up..."
"Greedy little thing." He leaned down, biting my shoulder hard enough to leave a mark. "You want daddy’s cum that bad?"
"Yes! Please daddy, please!" I was beyond shame, beyond pride. I just needed him to finish, needed to feel him fill me completely.
His thrusts became erratic, losing their rhythm. "Fuck. Fuck, I’m going to—"
He buried himself to the hilt, cock pulsing as he emptied inside me. The heat of his release triggered my own orgasm, my pussy clenching and milking every last drop from him.