Did I Ask?

The bedframe is screaming like it’s being murdered, wood splintering, headboard slamming against the plaster with every savage snap of his hips: BANG—BANG—BANG. Your whole bedroom wall is going to cave in soon. The bed’s already half-broken, and you — fuck, you’re absolutely ruined.

Toby’s scarred, calloused hands are locked around your hips like steel vices, fingers digging so deep into the soft, yielding flesh that a delicious ache blooms instantly under every twitch and jerk of his grip. He yanks you back onto his cock at the exact same time he drives forward, forcing every thick, brutal inch straight through your overstuffed, messy cunt until the head batters your cervix raw and your entire pelvis throbs with a deep, aching fire.

Your face is mashed into your pillowcase that’s soaked with your tears and spit; you can barely breathe, or speak, every desperate gasp tasting of wet fabric and your tears. Your voice has shredded itself raw: high, broken wails fracturing into helpless sobs every single time he bottoms out, splitting you open all over again. And his cum… fuck, it’s everywhere: thick, creamy ropes from load after load that has been forced back out around his pistoning cock, splattering your inner thighs in sticky white streaks. An obscene, frothy mess of his thick cum and your slick coats the base of his shaft, clinging in gooey strands to your swollen, abused pussy lips every time he drags back.

The moment he slams home again it all squelches loudly with a filthy, wet shlk-shlk-shlk-shlk — mixing into a sloppy, pearlescent slime that drips in heavy, swinging strings onto the ruined sheets and smears between your bodies with every loud, meaty thwack of his pelvis against your arse.

Toby is lost to it now, chasing the only thing his dead nerves can still feel: the way your perfect little cunt clamps and ripples and strangles his cock when you come. That bright, violent spark. Better than blood, better than the axe, better than anything. And he’s fucking ravenous.

“T-t-t-take it—f-f-f-fuckin’ TAKE IT—” His voice is a shattered rasp exploding with tics, head snapping sideways so hard his neck cracks like a whip, shoulders jerking violently, “C-c’mon—squeeze—squeezeme—f-f-f-fuck—AGAIN—” He drops his full weight onto your hips, completely hovering over your bowed spine as his mouth latches onto the nape of your neck with teeth first. He bites down viciously, breaking skin, copper flooding hot across his tongue. The pain detonates white-hot through your nerves, but it only makes your cunt clamp harder around him, pleasure spiking so sharp it rips a raw, animal shriek from your throat and sends fresh tears flooding the pillowcase.

“Y-y-yes—there—there—there—” thé sound rips out of him, half growl, half sob, high and wrecked. He doesn’t pull away. He just keeps his teeth sunken deep into your skin while his hips piston faster — short, mean, grinding strokes that stay buried to the hilt, bullying that gooey, tender, ridged spot inside you until your whole body twitches uncontrollably.

The wet sound of your soaked, engorged walls dragging along his cock is deafening. Your legs are shaking so badly they keep collapsing; he just snarls, wrenches them back up with bruising force and fucks you straight back down into the mattress. You’re begging now, voice completely cracked and whiny and pathetic. “T-Toby… baby… c-can’t—s’too much—!”

He whines against your bleeding neck, almost pitiful, hips never slowing for a second. “I—I c-c-can’t—m’s-s-s-sorry—need you t-to—f-f-f-fuck—cum again—pleasepleaseplease—just one more—s-swear on m-my fuckin’ life—”

He’s a fucking liar. A desperate, filthy, twitching liar.

Because the second your body starts seizing again your thighs lock without warning, gummy walls fluttering in helpless, stuttering waves that knock the breath clean out of you. One of his hands flies up, wrapping itself around your throat, thumb and fingers slotting perfectly under your jaw as he closes them around your throat and he yanks you back, forcing your spine to bow painfully towards him. The other snakes underneath, rough fingertips finding your aching, raw clit and rubbing vicious, merciless circles.

His tics are nuclear, head whipping side to side, shoulders seizing, hips stuttering erratically as he feels every single pulse milk him. “F-f-f-fuck—yesYES—squeeze—squeeze—f-f-f-fuckin’ SQUEEZE—”

He slams in, flush to your arse, grinding so hard the bones bruise, and stays there, his cock throbbing, twitching, pumping out whatever’s left while his teeth find your shoulder again. The sting blooms hot, but your toes curl so hard the muscles cramp and a fresh broken cry tears from you. Yet instead of stopping, he starts moving again, slow at first — agonising, deliberate drags out until just the fat head of his pulsing cock stretches your entrance, then punishingly thrusts back in, each one of his thrusts punches another helpless twitch from your body; he’s making sure you feel every ridge, every vein, every fresh gush of cum forced deeper into your ruined cunt.

“S-s-s-sorry,” he gasps against the fresh bite, voice splintering into static and sobs, “can’t fuckin’ stop—need one more—please—give it to me—break for me—f-f-f-fuckin’ BREAK—”

Your scream is smothered into the pillowcase as he loses the last of his mind, his pounding hips turn faster, meaner, and completely unhinged, his teeth sink deeper into your skin, painting his teeth and mouth red with your blood, one hand is crushing your hip, while the sloppy squelches of your overstuffed cunt fills the room like the filthiest soundtrack.

Your next orgasm doesn’t explode, it drags through you in slow, stuttering waves, legs giving out completely, a choked half-sob the only sound you can manage as your back seizes in one long, helpless shudder.

Toby’s teeth rip free from your shoulder, he licks his lips breathlessly for a quick second, letting the metallic taste of your blood coat his tastebuds, and then drops back to the torn skin of your neck like a vicious animal, reopening another bite wound, that was healing, he gave you previously, in one savage clamp. The pain whites out your vision, but your body betrays you instantly, throat cutting off mid-sob as every muscle locks in exhausted, twitching overload.

He then starts rutting like a rabid dog in heat, his hips slamming into the sore skin of your arse like he’s taking his frustration out on you — he probably is —grunting and growling against your bleeding flesh with every single thrust: “Hnn—hnngh—fuck—fuck—!” Low, guttural, feral sounds ripped straight from his chest as he forces every last twitching, sweat-slick pound of his weight onto you. One of his scarred hands, that is still clamped brutally around your hip, yanks your bottom half higher again, keeping your arse tilted up and presented so he can grind deeper, and force every thick inch of his cock into that leaking, needy, greedy cunt and feel it flutter helplessly around him. He’s using you, owning the angle, making sure nothing stops him from chasing that addictive squeeze even as his chest collapses onto your back.

He groans, “C-c-can’t—can’t s-s-stop—m’s-s-s-sorry—need you t-to—f-f-f-fuckin’ milk me—milkme—” The words tumble out in a shattered chant between snarls, spit and blood dripping hot down your shoulder as he ruts harder, shorter and meaner, his pelvis grinding against your arse like he’s trying to fuse himself inside you.

Shlk-shlk-shlk-shlk-shlk. The filthy, sloppy sounds of your wrecked cunt being fucked through another weak, twitching load are downright sinful as thick white ropes bubble out around his cock and smear everywhere, but he doesn’t slow down.

Toby just keeps rutting through it, hips stuttering wildly, teeth locked deep in your neck, breath hitching with every desperate grind: “feels so good—break—f-f-f-fuckin’ break—”

Only when your whole body is limp and trembling beneath him, when your cunt is giving one last exhausted twitch around his cock and you’re sobbing into the pillowcase like you might actually pass out, does something in Toby finally fracture. His hips give one last savage, stuttering grind, his legs buckling, chest collapsing unevenly so one forearm slams down harder beside your head, the other clawing at the sheets for balance — a broken howl tearing out of his throat as another weak spurt of cum pulses deep inside you.

Then: he’s dead weight on you, teeth still sunk into your neck, chest heaving, his cock still buried to the hilt and twitching like it never wants to leave. Even then his thighs keep making tiny, involuntary little rocks forward, breath stuttering hot and ragged against your ruined skin. The tip of his tongue slithers out of his mouth and he gives a slow lick of the pulsing bite mark om your neck, “j-just… o-one… m-m-more..” he exhales heavily, and the hot breath wafts over the sensitive wound, causing you to whimper pathetically, “mm.. s-so.. perfect… so f-f-fuckin’ per-perfect f’me…”

His weight keeps you pinned completely, his chest heavy on your back, your mattress creaks under the combined weight of you both when he moves. His heartbeat slams against your spine like a second, frantic pulse. And in the hazy, shattered silence you realise you aren’t pushing him off. You’re not even tryjng to — well, it’s not like you can anyway, but you’d let him stay buried inside you like this forever if that's what he wanted.

But Toby isn't stopping, not really: he’s just run out of energy, and he’ll be back at it — at you — sooner than you can catch your breath.

Thank you for reading ❤︎ .ᐟ .ᐟ