Lila's smile vanished the instant my words hit. Her eyes widened, body tensing in my arms.
I princesscarried her down the hall, her silence louder than any scream.
The library doors creaked open—moonlight slicing through tall windows, dust motes dancing in silver beams. I set her gently on the leather chaise, the scent of old books and her fear thick in the air.
"Don't worry," I whispered, brushing her cheek. "I'll go easy on you… this time."
She didn't speak. Just nodded, trembling.
I knelt between her thighs, slowly peeling the cotton dress up her legs. Her skin goosebumped under my fingertips. I kissed her inner thigh—soft, lingering, tongue tracing faint bruises. She gasped, fingers threading my hair. I spread her gently, licked her clit in lazy circles, savoring her sweetness. Her hips rocked, breath hitching. I slid two fingers inside—slow, curling, stroking her G-spot until she moaned, back arching.
I rose, freed my cock, and entered her inch by inch. Deep, controlled thrusts—each one filling her completely. Her breasts bounced softly under the dress, nipples hard. I kissed her neck, sucked her earlobe, whispered: "You're perfect."
She came quietly, walls fluttering, eyes fluttering shut.
But then—her moaning face, lips parted, eyes glazed—snapped something inside me.
The beast roared.
I pinned her wrists above her head. Thrusts turned savage—deep, relentless, cock bruising her cervix. Her breasts bounced wildly, nipples scraping the leather. She moaned—loud, broken, eyes rolling back. I choked her lightly, pulse racing under my thumb. She came hard, squirting, voice cracking.
I flipped her onto the rug, yanked her hips up. Slammed into her from behind, deep, brutal, balls slapping her clit. Her breasts bounced against the floor, nipples raw. I yanked her hair, arched her back.
She screamed, eyes rolling back, moaning uncontrollable.
I lifted her, pressed her back to the rolling ladder. Impaled her, fucked her standing, legs around me. Her breasts bounced against my chest, I bit her collarbone. Deep thrusts—each one shaking the ladder. She came third time, limp, moaning hoarse.
I bent her over the oak desk, folded her in half—ankles by ears. Pounded downward, cock stretching her, bruising her insides. Her breasts jiggled, I slapped them—red handprints.
She sobbed, eyes rolling back, moaning nonstop.
I slammed her against the bookshelf, lifted her. Fucked her standing, deep, relentless. Her breasts bounced against the spines, pages fluttering. I choked her, bit her neck.
She came squirting, voice gone.
I collapsed beside her, chest heaving. Lila lay numb, marked, mine.
"Sorry," I panted. "I couldn't help it. You turned me on."
She barely whispered: "I knew you would."
I carried her to the bedroom, tucked her in. She was asleep before her head hit the pillow.
I woke right after the sun.
Dawn bled through the curtains, painting silver stripes across Lila's naked body.
She lay on her stomach, one arm curled under the pillow, ass slightly raised, thighs parted. Bruises bloomed like dark roses on her hips, neck, inner thighs—my signature. Her lips were parted, breath soft, hair fanned across the silk.
She's never looked more beautiful. My cock throbbed—instant, painful.
I rolled her gently onto her back. She stirred, eyes fluttering but not opening. I spread her thighs, settled between them.
No foreplay.
I lined up and thrust—one long, hard stroke, balls-deep. She gasped, eyes snapping open, back arching.
"Elias—"
"Shh," I growled, pinning her wrists.
"Take it."
I started Deep, relentless thrusts—each one shaking the mattress. Her breasts bounced wildly, nipples hard. I sucked one, bit until she sobbed. Choked her lightly—pulse racing. She came hard, squirting onto the sheets.
I flipped her on her side, entered from behind. One arm under her neck, other gripping her breast. Thrust deep, slow, then fast—brutal. Her ass slapped my hips, moaning hoarse. She came second time, shaking.
I yanked her to all fours, gripped her hair like reins. Pounded from behind, deep, savage. Her breasts bounced against the sheets. She screamed, eyes rolling back.
I sat against the headboard, pulled her onto my lap, facing away. Impaled her, slammed her down. Her breasts bounced wildly, I slapped them—red handprints. She came third time, milking me.
I lifted her, slammed her against the wall. Fucked her standing, legs around me. Her breasts bounced against my chest. Bit her neck, choked her. She came.
I folded her in half—ankles by ears. Pounded downward, deep, bruising. Her breasts jiggled, I slapped them. She came fifth time, squirting, voice gone. I roared, filled her—cum overflowing, dripping down her ass.
She collapsed, numb, marked, mine.
I kissed her forehead.
"Sleep."
KITCHEN – 8:17 A.M.
I stood at the stove, shirtless, sweatpants low, flipping buttermilk pancakes, bacon sizzling. Coffee brewed, vanilla in the air.
Jennie sauntered in—bare feet, white crop top. Micro yoga shorts—camel-toe.
She pressed against my back, breasts soft, hands sliding down my abs.
"Morning, chef," she purred, lips brushing my ear.
"Smells delicious… almost as good as you this morning."
I didn't flinch.
She nipped my earlobe.
"Library was art. Then again at dawn? Poor Lila. If you understood her pain, you'd use me to burn some stamina."
She slipped a hand under my waistband, fingers brushing my cock.
I caught her wrist—firmly. "Not happening."
Jennie pouted, sultry. "Plan B."
She dropped to the sunroom mat. Ass high, cheeks spread, thong gone. Moaned: "Feels so good…"
Breasts thrust, nipples straining. Tongue licked lips: "Imagine your hands…"
Legs wide, pussy glistening. Whispered: "I'm so open…"
Hips thrusting, ass clenching. Moaned: "Fuck me like this…"
She crawled to me, kneeling. Hands on my thighs, mouth inches from my cock.
"Let me suck you while you eat. No strings. Just relief for Lila."
I looked down, voice ice. "Touch me again, and you're out."
Jennie bit her lip, eyes gleaming. "Challenge accepted."