Page 37 of Stained Protector

Then he pauses deep inside and tilts his head. He disregards my miffed complaint as he stares at my spasming cunt, relishing the rhythmic heat trying to milk his virile cum.

A degrading whisper of how desperate I am rumbles out of his guttural throat. I sniffle and glare through wet lashes, crying about his cruelty as he admits that he’s not nice when his patience is gone.

And that’s okay, he mouths with his hands crushing the underside of my thighs because I’m a good girl who’ll listen to him. He’ll be gentle, but I have to try harder.

My heart sways at his incessant need to know how I’m feeling right now. I’m not okay; his cock is too thick, his body is burning, and he’s staring down the horde of self-consciousness in my squirming body.

“What’s wrong?” He shifts on his knees, bullying his cock against the deepest part, and wipes the hot tears rolling down my blotchy cheeks.

“It hurts,” I grumble, lips jutting out a wet pout.

“We can’t have that, can we?” he tuts and grates his hips to trap my neglected clit.

He yanks my thighs farther apart, adding bold strain on my soiled little hole, and pins my knees to the bed. Levi fucks hard, slamming his hips to mine with glistening juices smearing on our skin.

I kiss the slant of his clenched jaw, panting and fighting the carnal urge to bite him. His cock pummels at an angle, and the smallest change has my poor pussy gushing and locking him at the base. But he’s determined, so needy when he lays open-mouthed kisses on my neck and plunges strong yet languid thrusts.

Overstimulation tumbles in my veins as another mean strike sharply nudges an untouched spot. Stars cross my eyes, and I never thought I could fit more of him when there is no more room in my pussy. He doesn’t give up and slips his cock out, webs of shiny cum dripping from the shaft as the stringy juices attach to my gaping hole, and the swollen tip stays strong.

I lick my lips, wanting a taste of him and the feel of his hot cum spurting down my throat. He flips me to my knees as my drunken gaze teeters up at his heaving chest and intricate tattoos. I don’t meet his eyes, too afraid of his sanity hinging on mere frayed threads.

He’s a work of heavenly art, and he bares his true self to me in the most primal way.

And when he slams his fat cock inside, strong hips slapping my ass, I embrace his silent urge to control me. My brain stutters for a second, reeling at the burning stretch as I come unexpectedly.

I slump on the bed and twist my fingers into the silk, muffling broken sobs as drool soaks the black sheet. The hammering thrusts buck my tense body forward, and a tormented wave of pleasure digs through the dense fog as my eyes gloss over.

Levi shakes his head and sends a swat to my bouncing ass, but the smack does nothing but gush more cum on his cock. I can feel the dollops of cum frothing at the base of his cock, and it’s a humiliating feeling as some slides over my sore clit from gravity.

I cry softly and reach down to rub inexperienced circles, but I’m met with a prominent bulge in my stomach. He’s there, pounding insistently at an abused spot, seemingly wanting to break my limit.

“It’s okay, I want to see,” he growls in mid-thrust to put me on my back again. “Touch yourself, pretty baby.”

With his permission, the touch feels better. I’m hesitant as I clumsily roll the bud, but I quickly find the pace and pressure that explores the chance of a meteor shower behind my closed eyes.

Crying out his name, I claw his back and leave fiery marks on his rippling muscles. He fucks with less precision and more mercy to my weeping pussy, but he hammers in so deep that my eyes cross and twitch through an avalanche of lust.

His cock thickens, stretching the opening of my stuffed hole with vigor, spilling ribbons of viscous cum. My trembling walls spread and massage the messy splashes along the powerful pulses.

His load is so warm, so thick, filling me to the brim with each pump.

*

“Tired already?”

My wet lashes flutter with indignation as I mumble incoherently. He lifts my chin and raises a brow expectantly, hating how unaffected he is after making a milky mess in my pussy with three fat loads of cum.

“I’m sore.” I drag my tongue over the prominent vein on the side of his shaft.

My jaw hurts as I suck on the leaking tip, tongue swiping to collect the bead of cum while tasting myself on him. One hand isn’t enough to hold him, so the other one comes up to play with the slippery cum that refuses to leave his cock.

He hasn’t gone soft, not even immediately after orgasm, only growing harder when I beg him for a break. He’s so mean, laughing while an aftershock jolts my hypersensitive body and lets creamy cum dribble out my stretched hole.

He demanded I keep his cum inside, but there was just too much as some plopped on my slick thighs.

I squeeze my thighs and lay between his legs, taking him into my mouth to distract him, so he doesn’t see the trail of wasted cum.

He’ll be disappointed, and he’ll force more in. Is it possible for someone to come this many times and still be hard?

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