The room was dark, illuminated only by the faint glow of the city lights outside. But inside the bed, it was pure fire.
Dean had Irina pinned down, her wrists held tightly above her head, his body weighing down on hers completely. The gentleness was gone. The sweetness was gone. Right now, he was pure instinct, pure dominance, pure need.
"You thought we were done?" he growled, his voice dark and raspy, his eyes glowing with madness. "You thought I was satisfied? Irina... I will never be satisfied. I need to destroy you. I need to ruin this little body until it knows nothing but me."
"Please... Dean... harder..." she sobbed, her chest heaving, her legs wrapping instinctively around his waist. "I need it harder!"
That was all the permission he needed.
He released her wrists only to grab her legs and yank them up, resting her ankles on his shoulders, folding her completely in half. This position opened her up entirely, leaving her completely vulnerable, completely exposed to him.
"You want it hard?" he hissed, lining himself up at her entrance. "You want me to fuck you until you break?"
"Yes! Yes! Break me! Use me!"
SLAM.
He drove into her in one single, violent stroke, burying himself to the hilt, hitting the very deepest part of her, forcing a scream out of her throat that echoed off the walls.
"AHHHHHHH! DEAN!"
"FUCK! YES!" he roared, starting to pound into her immediately. He didn't go slow. He didn't let her adjust. He fucked her with a rhythm that was brutal, relentless, and absolutely punishing.
SLAP. SLAP. SLAP.
The sound of skin hitting skin was loud, wet, and obscene. His hips slammed against her ass, his balls slapping against her skin with every powerful thrust. The bed creaked and groaned, the headboard banging rhythmically against the wall THUD-THUD-THUD.
"So fucking tight!" he grunted, sweat dripping down his forehead, his muscles flexing wildly as he gave her everything he had. "You grip me so hard... you were made to be fucked rough, weren't you?"
"Yes! Only for you! Only for you!" Irina screamed, her hands clutching the sheets until her knuckles turned white. The pleasure was sharp, intense, bordering on pain, but it was the most incredible feeling in the world.
He pulled out almost all the way, leaving her hollow and aching, only to slam back in even deeper, hitting that sensitive spot over and over again, making her see stars.
"Look at me!" he ordered, grabbing her chin and forcing her to look at him. "Look at your boss while he destroys your pussy! Who does this belong to?"
"YOU! DEAN ADLER! IT'S YOURS!"
"That's right! Mine!"
He leaned down and bit her neck, hard, sucking the skin until it bruised, marking her property. His hand moved down to her throat, wrapping around it firmly, not choking, just holding her, possessing her, making her feel small and owned.
"I'm going to pump you so full," he whispered harshly, his thrusts becoming faster, sharper, more erratic. "I'm going to fill you up so deep that it goes straight to your womb. I'm going to breed you like the animal you are."
"YES! PLEASE! FILL ME UP! GET ME PREGNANT!"
The words drove him absolutely wild. He roared, increasing his pace until it was almost too much to bear. He was fucking her like he wanted to merge their bodies into one.
"I'm coming! I'M COMING!" Irina shrieked, her body tightening around him like a vice, milking him, squeezing him rhythmically.
"NOT YET!" he commanded, though he was right on the edge too. "NOT UNTIL I SAY SO!"
Position Change
Suddenly, he pulled out.
"Turn around! On your knees! NOW!"
Irina scrambled to obey, her body trembling violently. She turned over and got on her hands and knees, arching her back, pushing her ass up high, presenting herself to him completely.
Dean stood behind her, looking at the sight—her swollen, wet lips, his cum already leaking out from before.
"Dirty girl," he smirked, smacking her ass hard. SMACK. The sound echoed, and a red mark appeared instantly. "Still dripping. Still hungry for more."
He lined up and slammed back in.
"AHHHHH! YES!"
From behind, he could go even deeper. He gripped her hips with both hands, pulling her back onto his cock with every thrust, meeting him halfway.
"Take it! Take all of it!" he growled, pounding into her relentlessly. "You feel so good... so warm... so wet..."
He reached around and slipped his hand between her legs, finding her clit and rubbing it in fast, rough circles. Combined with his deep, hard thrusts, it was overwhelming.
"Dean! Please! It's too much! I can't take it!"
"Yes you can! You are my slut! You can take anything I give you!"
He fucked her harder and harder, the bed shaking violently beneath them. He could feel her getting close again, her walls fluttering around him.
"Come for me! Squeeze my cock!"
"I'M COMING! I'M COMING!"
Irina shattered, her body convulsing, her face buried in the pillow screaming his name. Dean lost control. He slammed into her one last time, holding her down, and released.
"FUCK! IRINA!"
He pumped into her with massive, thick spurts, filling her up again and again, groaning loudly as he gave her every drop. He stayed there for a moment, panting, buried deep inside, letting her milk him dry.
But he wasn't stopping.
The Edge
He pulled out, watching his cum flow out of her, running down her thighs.
"Look at that mess," he murmured, pushing it back inside with his fingers, making her twitch and whimper from over-sensitivity. "You are leaking me everywhere. But I need more."
He laid down on the bed and pulled her on top of him.
"Ride me," he ordered, holding his cock up for her. "Ride it hard. Show me how much you love it."
Irina lowered herself down, taking him all the way in until he was buried deep inside her stomach.
"Mmm... yes..." Dean groaned, throwing his head back, his hands gripping her waist tightly. "Bounce on it, baby. Fuck yourself on my cock."
She started moving, bouncing up and down, fast and hard. The sound was wet and loud, squelching noises filling the room as their bodies connected.
"That's it... just like that... fuck you look so beautiful..." he hissed, watching her tits bounce, watching her face twist in pleasure. "You love getting impaled on my dick, don't you?"
"Yes! I love it! I love being full!"
He sat up, wrapping his arms around her, burying his face in her neck. He started bucking his hips up into her, meeting her thrusts, creating a rhythm that was absolutely merciless.
"I own you, Irina. I own every inch of you," he whispered, biting her shoulder. "No one else will ever touch you. Ever. If anyone even looks at you... I will kill them."
"I'm yours! Only yours!"
He flipped them over again, pushing her back down, and started pounding into her missionary style, holding her hands down, looking deep into her eyes as he destroyed her.
"I love you," he groaned, sweat mixing with sweat. "I love you so much it drives me crazy."
"I love you too, Dean!"
They fucked like animals for hours. Position after position. Against the headboard, against the wall, on the floor. He took her every way possible, filling her up over and over again, making sure she was dripping, overflowing, completely marked.
He made her scream until her voice was hoarse. He made her beg until she couldn't speak anymore. He loved every second of it.
Final Round
As the night began to fade, they were back in the center of the bed. Dean had her legs pushed back as far as they could go, penetrating her at the deepest possible angle.
He was moving slow now, but every thrust was heavy, powerful, and meant to last.
"I'm going to put a baby inside you tonight," he whispered darkly, looking down at her. "I'm going to fill you up so much that you will be carrying my child. And then... you will be mine forever."
"Yes... please... I want it... I want your baby..."
"Good girl."
He started to move faster, harder, building up to the final climax.
"Come with me, Irina. Come hard."
"I'M COMING! DEAN!"
"ME TOO! TAKE IT ALL!"
They exploded together. It was massive, earth-shattering, and endless. Irina clamped down on him, milking him dry, while Dean pumped into her with everything he had, filling her womb completely, marking her for life.
They collapsed, panting heavily, bodies slick with sweat and essence, still connected.
Dean rolled over, pulling her onto his chest, not pulling out, refusing to separate. He held her tightly, his arm wrapped around her waist, his hand possessively on her lower belly.
"You are perfect," he whispered, kissing her forehead, her swollen lips. "My perfect little whore. My perfect wife."
Irina sighed, exhausted, sore, but happier than ever.
"I love you, Dean..."
"I love you too, baby. Forever."
"Sleep now," he murmured, closing his eyes. "Rest. Because tomorrow... it starts all over again."