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âS-stop! Y-you fuc-ahhh-ing bastard!â He sobbed out, biting down on his bottom lip leaving it split and bleeding, when you roughly thrust into his ruined hole. The head of your cock ramming into his abused prostate.Â
Low muttered volatile curses in foreign language left his lips. The sharp pain mixed with pleasure forced out watery cum that spat out of his cock, spattering on his stomach and face. His body rocking involuntarily with the movements of your thrusts.Â
âY-you took enough! S-stop!!â He choked out, fat tears unknowingly rolling down his cheek mixing with his cum. Its salty taste clung to his lips falling onto his tongue.Â
âHave I?â You slow just enough to make it look like your actually considering it. Glazed over eyes meet yours, a broken sob leaving his swollen lips.Â
âY-yes! P-please stopâŚmercy!â He begged, despite the humiliation that burned in his veins. His hands fisted against the sheets, fingernails digging into the silk sheets.
âWell, thatâs for me to decide.â You give a sharp grin and continue. Shoving your thick cock in again, hitching his hips higher to press in deeper. A sharp whine like noise leaving his lips.Â
âNo no no! Do-donât or..or!â He sobbed louder, wailing his words broken with hitched breaths as he desperately tried to suck in air. One last sharp thrust that pressed in deeper, deeper that he could have thought was possible.Â
âOr Iâll cum!â He let out a broken sob, face twisted in pleasure, arching into the touch, crying as he finished. Cum splattered in an arch against your both chest, untouched squirting like a bitch in heat.Â
The great mafia leader reduced to a begging slut.Â
Pain mixed with pleasure in a delicious combination that sent him spiraling when you didnât stop. The long drag of your cock taking against his abused walls, pressing against his sweet spot with relentless pressure.
âAh ah! St-stop! Plâease!!â The words barely registered to him. All he could feel was the intense pleasure that kept washing over him in waves consuming him, pulling him under a hazy of pleasure and overstimulation.Â
Your hands on his body and lips agaisnt his skin sent warm sparks of pleasure, drowned out by each thrust.Â
He couldnât keep going. He was too old for this. To be used recklessly, forced to come multiple times and toyed with.Â
But he couldnât help the pleasure that came with it. His cock laid soft agaisnt his stomach, even with his stamina depleted, the dizzying pleasure and pain, that forced his cock to harden to half mast.Â
Your hot thick cock stretching out his hole like a fuck toy. Legs forced up held in a bruising grip. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh punctuated with the lewd slick of lube making the glide of your cock easier, driving him crazy.Â
He doesnât even remember when he passed out. All he remembers is being manhandled into a different position. Thighs raised up and hip canted out, and the sting of your teeth that forced a keening whine out his throat.Â
And then your hand a tight firm grip wrapped around the base of his cock. The callous of your palm from years of handling weapons tugging against the over sensitive skin, the veins throbbing warm against your palm.Â
His eyes squeezed shut like he could hide form the humiliation. Moans forced out his throat, from the dual sensation of being used and jerked off.Â
âF-fuckkk! Stâp!â He begged hands wrapped around your shoulder to hold on. Nails dug into your skin. It felt so good. Too good, your hand jerking his cock at a slow pace. brutal pace of your hips thrusting against his.Â
There was no relief, not a thought in his head. Only you, your cock molding his hole to fit it, marks that burned on his skin with shame and the way you kept him in place.Â
He couldnât cum. He couldnât keep up to you. You just took and took and all he could do was beg and give.Â
âWho do you like better now, boss?â You purred low and gravely into his ear pounding into his ass.
He could barely think about your question, fucked to incoherency. He winched and let out a whine when your hand pressed tighter around his cock at his non-response.Â
âAnswer me, boss.â Your mouth teased his earlobe. Teeth scraping against it and the sensitive spot behind it. âWho do you like better? That bloodhound of yours? Or me?â
Ah. Is that why you were punishing him?Â
In the back of his mind, where he still had a bit of his sanity, he knew who you were talking about.
A new recruit whoâd risen up the ranks fast. Bloodthirsty, ruthless and loyal, the perfect person to hold close and use.Â
Were you mad that people had been gossiping about him being better than you? That he had a new favorite?
He meant nothing to him. You were his everything. He was obsessed with you. Why else would he let you do this to him? Manhandle and use him like a cheap whore?
He reached up with a shaky hand to touch your cheek. You tilted your head and kissed his palm, obedient on the surface but your eyes on him were feral and dark.Â
âY-yâu,â he slurred. He could barely function. His tongue heavy and eyes half lidded but the insistent heat in his stomach and your dumb thick cock refused to let him drift off. âMmn⌠noân⌠but yâu..âÂ
Your lips curled into a smile that had more sharp teeth than anything. Your pace sped back up as heat builds up more nearing your climax. âThatâs right. Only I can make you feel like this.â
As you thrusted in deeper and spilled into his ruined hole. He was beyond gone.Â
He couldnât think anymore. Cock weakly twitching when he ejaculated again, watery cum forced out the angry tip. Barely a few drops, his cock was flushed a heated red and soft against his navel. His vision flickering to black again.Â
What more could he want with you here?
You were all he needed, and he was everything you needed. If making you jealous and possessive was what it took to make you admit it, heâd play dirty without a shred of guilt.