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“On me,” Jason grunted behind you. He took hold of your now messy hair and pulled you up to look at them in the mirror. 

You let out a loud, strangled moan as you watched him continue to roughly take you from behind. 

His dark eyes met yours in the mirror. “Focus on me.”

You dug your nails harder into the smooth surface for a stable hold as your body kept lurching forward from his hard thrusts. 

Your legs shook each time he shoved his cock deep inside you as if it were his life’s mission to rearrange your guts. He only began to fuck you after he was satisfied with burying his face between your legs, licking and sucking at your pussy and clit until he came away with his face completely soaked in your cum.

His clothes were undone haphazardly to allow him space to feel your naked back and backside pressed to his. His dark curls stuck to his head as he thrusted and his mouth fell open to let out his soft moans and pants. 

Jason had only lifted your skirt and yanked the upper half of your dress down, inadvertently trapping your arms to your sides before he ripped your pantyhose apart. 

Your hands scrambled for a hold, and you could only grab onto him. A choked sob of pleasure left you when he angled his cock to resume abusing that little spongy spot inside you that made you see stars. 

Tears streamed down your face as you cried out for Jason. You were getting closer, and your mind was falling apart way too quickly. A sudden fear came over you that if you came again, you’d actually go insane and only be addicted to sex with him. 

Your knees were buckling, and your heels hit the floor as you tried to upright yourself. It didn’t help that he was trying to shove his thick cock deeper into you. 

He twisted your skirt tighter in his fist, as if using it as his reins to keep you close to him. “If you’re going to say my name,” Jason whispered, “You should say it louder. So everyone can hear how good I make you come.”

Your eyes rolled back into your skull, and you nearly slammed into the mirror in front of you. You hung your head as you continued to moan and whine helplessly. 

He bent forward and slowed his frantic thrusting to grinding against you. Jason kissed your cheek and then your neck before he spoke. 

“Need something, princess?” He asked so sweetly it made your burn with wanton humiliation because of his thick cock still trapped inside your aching cunt. 

You turned to him and were met by a soft kiss on your lips. “‘M— ‘m ‘bouta c-come…” You whispered, carefully pushing on his hips. “‘M gonna come…”

Jason kissed you hard again and then began to move again. “Then come for me,” he said right before he dragged himself back, nearly taking himself out, and then burrowing back inside you. “Come for me, princess.”

Jason made quiet shushing sounds in your ear and moved his hand from your jaw. He even stopped moving, letting you gasp for air. 

Your legs were shaking so bad that you had to stand on your toes to not let your heels clatter around on the floor. 

Before you could ask him what he was doing, he slipped a piece of fabric between your parted lips. You made a small and confused sound, looking up at the mirror. It was your pair of panties. 

Jason pulled out of your pussy slowly, and you keened a loud, but mercifully muffled, moan. You could still taste the tang of your cum and his spit stained in the fabric, and you bit back a heated whimper as more drool pooled in your mouth. 

He turned you around and lifted you up so you were sitting on the sink. You let out a louder sound of concern, but he just held your thighs and kissed you around your panties.

Jason wore a sloppy smirk on his face and winked. “I’ve got you. Just hold onto me, okay, princess?”

You made an incredulous sound, but it died away when he let go of one leg to take hold of his cock, stroking it carefully in his hand. 

Jason even slapped the tip against your swollen clit a few times, punching out a soft whimper with each wet slap and making you blush darkly. 

You tried to close your legs, hiding the way your pussy clenched at the sensation, glistening in the dim light. He just laughed smugly and kissed your burning cheek. 

“Aw, don’t act shy now, princess,” Jason cooed in a faux honeyed voice. He bumped his nose against your cheek, and you hesitantly looked at him under your lashes. 

“You weren't like this when you were on your knees choking my cock down your pretty throat the other day,” he hummed and batted his lashes at you. He even dared to lick his lips as he smirked wider. 

“God, you tasted so sweet after that,” Jason moaned. “Makes me want to let you take my cock like that every day.”

Your entire body felt like it was on fire. You avoided his eyes and tried to pinch your thighs harder together to hide how your pussy began to drool at the memory. 

Jason wouldn’t let you hide from him as he took his free hand and wrenched your legs open. He squeezed your thigh in his other hand tightly. He spread your puffy folds with his fingers and rolled his thumb on your swollen clit, forcing a muffled squeal out of you. 

He rubbed it faster, and you dug your nails into his jacket, curling into him. 

You couldn’t move your hips freely and just continued to make desperate sounds behind your panties as he slid his fingers in you, fucking your hard with his calloused digits. He cruelly angled his fingertips into your sore sweet spot, instantly making your legs shake again. 

You pulled on his jacket and looked up at him tearfully, begging around your soaked panties between your teeth. 

“You want me to fuck you?” Jason asked. You nodded urgently. “Yeah? Do you want me to fuck your pretty pussy with my cock? Hm?” 

You were close to genuinely crying out of frustration as you nodded again. 

“You want me?” Jason asked, leaning close to your lips. 

You nodded again and choked up a broken “Please!” behind your panties. 

“Come on my fingers then,” he ordered softly. “If you come now on my fingers, I’ll pick up where we left off. I’ll fuck you on my cock.”

His fingers began to curl and scissor your velvety walls, and he wasn’t stopping. He sucked on your neck and bit at your skin, whispering hotly in your ear every single obscene fantasy he had of you. From fucking you on every surface of his apartment to fucking you in his Red Hood gear.

Your head spun wildly, and your stomach fluttered even harder than before. You screamed behind your panties as you came hard on his fingers when he rubbed his fingertips frantically into your sweet spot. Clear liquid squirted out of you as he ravaged you on his fingers.

You barely caught yourself on the sink and panted heavily behind the soaked fabric, your breaths leaving as broken whimpers. 

Jason pulled his fingers out, moaning as he licked every inch of them clean. He kissed your lips before he lined himself up and pushed in without any more preamble. 

Jason ruthlessly fucked you as if his sole mission was to fuck you or die. He held onto your thighs and began to fuck you at the same brutal pace as before. 

His thick cock was stretching your pussy open, and forcing you to accommodate every inch of him. The veins traveling along his cock were grinding into every sensitive part of your pussy, and you started to sob with how dizzying your ecstasy was. 

You grabbed onto the front of his shirt, and he pushed back inside you. You clawed at his chest and whimpered from how full you were again, your toes curling in what was left of your torn stockings. 

He resumed his animalistic pace, and you didn’t have room to protest as more wanton moans escaped you. You scratched up his chest, and sounds that resembled his name rumbled from your lips alongside soft sobs of pleasure. 

Jason drank up all your sounds and moaned as if it were the finest wine he’d ever had. 

You cried and mewled his name before your pussy clenched around him, coming hard on his cock. You nearly ripped his shirt with how hard you were pulling on it, and your vision flooded with stars. Your entire body felt like it was a rubber band stretching to its absolute limit and then snapping. 

The wild look in his eyes made your entire body burn with molten arousal. His hair fell onto his face, and his cheeks were flushed with his exertions. His mouth dropped open with his own moaning and panting, drunkenly babbling about how good you felt around him. 

You prayed to God that you’d make it out of here alive as you were getting railed. 

Your eyes fluttered shut as you came again with a pitiful whine. 

His hips stuttered, and it took a few more harsh thrusts for him to come as well, slamming his hips so hard into yours that the wall behind you shook. Jason buried his face into the crook of your neck and shoulder and moaned loudly as he came inside you. 

Jason was breathing raggedly as he pulled out. He shakily helped you down and had to pin his body against yours so you both wouldn’t fall. Your legs were completely useless to you now. 

It took a few staggering breaths for you to settle back down. 

You felt a calloused thumb wipe your lips, and you looked up to see Jason, smiling so triumphantly. 

His entire mouth was still covered in your lipstick. His brilliant smile still lingered on his face as he thumbed your mouth off. 

“Had fun, sweetheart?” Jason asked. 

You clung to him as he took your ruined panties out of your mouth. A thick string of drool clung from your tongue to the fabric, and he wiped your lips delicately, smearing your lipstick all over his thumb. 

Jason kissed you sloppily, missing your mouth most of the time and just kissing your face. 

You kissed him and hugged your arms tight around his neck. Jason kissed your back and smoothed his hands up and down your back, massaging your hips when they trailed down. 

“I love you,” you said. 

“Good morning~” 

His deep and gravely morning cooed in your ear. 

You couldn’t respond, your voice cracking from sleep and from the overwhelming pleasure melting your still foggy brain. 

You grabbed at Rafayel's arms wrapped around your waist, pitching a long whimper when he slowly pushed back in, the deeep and loong stretch making your eyes roll into the back of your skull. Your back arched, and you pushed back into him, burying your nails into his arms. 

Every nerve in you was alight, and you were hypersensitive to every sensation. Especially his thick cock grinding hard into your sweet spots, burying so deep inside you that you couldn’t breathe. 

“Aren’t you going to say it back, darling?” Rafayel kissed your ear. “Hm?” 

He didn’t seem the slightest bit bothered by your desperate clawing at his arms or squirming from his heavy cock splitting you open again. 

You gasped for breath, trying to rack your brain quickly to respond and tell him off for waking you up. “Goo-ahh!” A sudden, harsh thrust forced you to break in a loud whine. 

“God, I love the sound of your voice,” Rafayel whimpered in your ear, picking up his pace. Each thrust of his hip forced a breathless moan from you. His arms tightened around your body, forcing you to stay still and take his morning treatment. “God, I love it so much. I love hearing your voice every morning.” 

You began choking on your moans, squirming harder against him and the bed, trying to get away from the ramping pleasure and catch your breath. 

“Please! Please, gonna come!” you whimpered. 

“Yeah? You are?” He rolled you onto your front, using his body to pin you tight to the sheets.

You screamed into the pillow and clawed at the sheets when your pleasure spiked hard. Your head was spinning even more wildly.

Rafayel kissed the back of your neck and sighed softly, “You get to come when you tell me ‘good morning’.” 

You sobbed, sinking your teeth into the pillow as Rafayel fucked you harder, knocking the breath out of your lungs each time the thick head of his cock punched your sweet spot. 

The bed was squeaking loudly, barely muffling your sounds, pitching higher as your head got more fuzzy, spinning wildly as your orgasm crested. 

Just as you were about to come, he stopped, pulling back. You clenched the pillow in frustration and glared at him over your shoulder. 

“Say it, cutie,” Rafayel fluttered his lashes at you sweetly. “Say it, and I’ll let you come. Hm?” He slowly rolled his hips and buried his cock back in you. 

Your frustration spiked again, and you tried to glare at him, but it was moot when your eyes rolled back into your skull again from the sensation of the rotund head of his cock pushed into your sweet spot. 

“How ‘bout you play along and tell me ‘good morning’, princess?” 

A high-pitched whine involuntarily left your throat at the pet name. You lifted your hips slightly, arching your back to feel him slide in deeper. Your thighs trembled more with each slow drag, taunting you to a maddening high. 

Rafayel's thick cock was splitting you open so deliciously early in the morning as the hard veins of his cock were etching their shape into your walls.

“Please,” you whined, your voice muffled in the fluffy pillows. “Please, I wanna come! I wanna come!” 

“What do you say, my love?” 

“Guh—!” Your voice broke. “Good morning, honey! Good mor—!” 

You didn’t get to finish when Rafayel slammed all the way into you, burying all the way to the hilt. You screamed into the pillow, your back snapping into a higher arch to accommodate his girth. 

You were reduced to nothing but a whimpering and whining mess, squirming on the bed from the overwhelming pleasure wracking through your body. 

You began sobbing loudly into his pillows, each sharp thrust of his hips making your cries pitch higher and higher until you bit onto his pillows to muffle your screams. But it wasn’t quite enough to hide all of your cries of ecstasy. 

Rafayel didn’t let up, though. He kept nailing your sweet spot with deathly accuracy, hellbent on his personal mission to make you come so hard you couldn’t think anymore.

“I miss you,” Rafayel moaned and kissed your shoulder, still ruthlessly rutting into you. His voice cracked in tiny whimpers as he rut hard into you. “I miss you so much. Missed you and this pretty pussy so much. It’s been too damn long, baby.”

Your eyes rolled back into your skull as you came. You hugged the pillows tight as you screamed his name, your nails sinking deep into the cloth. 

A wild, fluttering sensation rolled through your stomach as clear liquid squirted all over your thighs, soaking into the bedsheets. He didn’t stop. 

Rafayel wrapped his arm around your front and played with your clit, whimpering loudly into your ear when your pussy snapped tighter around his cock. “Fuck, oh fuck, that’s it! Wan’ you to come on my cock again. Again!” 

Your cries pitched louder as electric pleasure bolted through your veins. Tears streamed down your face, soaking into the pillows as you came again, your head spinning wildly as your orgasm took over. 

You slumped on the bed, pinned under his weight. A broken moan punctuated each hard thrust, sending your body rocking back and forth wildly.

“Not done,” Rafayel kissed your cheek, turning your head and kissing your mouth sloppily, not caring that you couldn’t quite kiss him back, only whining into his mouth. 

“Not done with you yet,” Rafayel groaned, slowly rolling his hips into you and dragging each inch of his still-hard cock against your overstimulated walls. “Wanna make you come again. Wanna make you feel so good.” 

You tried to kiss him back, bringing your hand up and holding the back of his head. The messy tangle of tongue and lips got Rafayel riled up just enough to start rutting into you hard again. Your fingers twisted tightly in his hair, holding onto him tight as he picked up the pace again. 

He moaned into your mouth when you pulled on his hair. He moved his arm down to your front and hoisted you up. He positioned you so your chest was pressed against the wall. 

Your hands scrambled for purchase on the headboard and the wall. He grabbed your wrists and pinned them to your lower back with one hand while the other gripped your hip tightly. 

“Gonna come on my cock. You’re gonna come on my cock one more time.” 

Rafayel couldn’t see the smirk that grew on your face, too focused on fucking you senseless. 

“Sylus?”

“Yes, my love?” 

You twisted the sleeves of his jacket around your fingers. The comforting scent of his cologne in the fabric did a little to calm your nerves. Since being engaged to Sylus, you’ve been trying harder to be more transparent with him about your concerns. Sylus had already done so much letting you into his world and being upfront of all the dangers that you will face because you stayed by his side. You didn’t want to keep him in the dark from your feelings. 

“I uh… I overheard some rumors lately.” You said. 

He closed his book and focused on you, his scarlet eyes glowing in the dimly lit office. “It must be pretty bad if it’s got you worked up, love. What’s it about? Who said it?” 

You frowned deeply and twisted the fabric tighter around your knuckles. “They’re about me.” 

Sylus’ face darkened. He sat there silently before he got out of his seat, approaching you. You weren’t scared of him. You knew his anger was directed elsewhere. 

“Who was stupid enough to do such a thing?” He asked. 

“It… it wasn’t just a single person…” you muttered. You looked at your hands, balled tightly into fists. “I heard that… I heard them say that I’m far too old for you. My ex… they know him. They say that you shouldn’t be involved with someone who is all… someone who is all ‘empty’ inside.”

Sylus’ jaw flexed and his eyes blazed brighter in his fury. 

You still didn’t look at him. You focused on the indentation of the fabric pulled taut over the diamond ring Sylus gifted you. It was smaller than the ridiculous boulder your ex forced on you, but it was far more elegant and prettier. 

Sylus had carved your ring with his complete love and adoration. 

A love that you felt was better placed in someone who could give him something more worthwhile to his dynasty. 

“You should marry someone younger. Someone prettier. Someone who can give you lots of children. Someone who won’t get white hair so fast and so wrinkly. Someone like…” you trailed off, watching in shock as the giant man lowered himself to his knees, still holding your hands tenderly. 

“I won’t marry someone else for the sake of raising children,” Sylus gently told you. “I don’t care for that. I don’t care about marrying someone who’s younger for appearances either. I don’t want to marry you for children, I want to marry you because I love you.”

Your eyes welled with tears and you held onto him tighter. 

“And so what if you will have white hair and wrinkles? Have you seen me, darling?” Sylus smiled, the corners of his eyes crinkling. 

You laughed softly and squeezed his hands. “I just… I’m just worried that others will talk… they’ll look down on you somehow for marrying a divorced woman like me.”

“Let them,” Sylus shook his head. “Let them talk. Let them look down at me. Because at the end of the day, I’ll be busy looking up at you.”

Your vision blurred even more and you pulled Sylus to his feet. You pushed yourself up on your toes and kissed him. “Yes. Yes, I will marry you, Sylus.”

“You look radiant, my love,” Sylus kissed your neck. You couldn’t turn away with his giant hand holding your face. You could only watch as he pounded you from behind. Your engagement ring shining in the reflection of the window. 

You whined loudly. In five minutes, his clients were coming over to discuss new business plans. You were terrified someone would walk by the window of his giant meeting room but also devastatingly turned on by the chance that someone would come by and see you getting absolutely plowed by your fiancé. 

And the thought of them walking through the door?

You blushed hard at that. 

“You’ve heard those rumors, but I’ve heard much more,” Sylus growled, nipping your ear. “I’ve heard all sorts of filth and fuckery. I’ve heard of their envy,” he panted, shoving his cock deeper inside you. He shoved you up more against the glass, nearly pressing your body flush to the crystal clear window. 

“Fuck, baby, you’re squeezing me so tight,” Sylus panted harshly. “And your sweet little pussy’s gotten so wet,” he licked the cone of your ear. “You want them to see, don't you? You know they’re all jealous that I get to have the ‘sexy piece of milf ass’ and they can’t?” 

You gurgled his name in a loud moan. 

“You like that idea, huh? You like it if they see you fall apart on daddy’s cock, don’t you, mommy?”

Your eyes rolled back while his cock drove harder and deeper into your overwhelmed cervix, relentlessly battering your insides. “Y-yes, daddy!”

“Anything for you, mommy,” Sylus hummed, thrusting harder.