Page 78 of Savage

“You’re going to like it,” he proudly said as he teased the mushroom head on my opening, testing my resistance. “You’re so wet. I’m helping you, mi amor. I’m helping you feel good.” He was intoxicated at the newfound advantage he had over my drugged-up state. “Close your eyes. Relax, cariña. You’re going to thank me for fucking you good.”

But I don’t want it!I wanted to scream at him, but I couldn’t find the wherewithal to muster strength to even speak anymore. My body too weakened to function at all.

Tears slid down on the side of my face. My mind struggled to comprehend what was about to take place.

If Juan saw my tears, he couldn’t be bothered by them. He hovered above my motionless body as lowered my dress before he began to molest my breasts while he nestled back into my wet crevice. He started to make small shoves, sliding over my clit while he bounced from one nipple to the other. He was crazed, groaning like a maniac as he rapidly humped my pussy.

He then lifted a leg and placed it over his shoulder before I felt his cock pierce my opening. “Cristo …” He shivered in absolute delight and whispered, “I love you, Cara.” He then slammed his dick so hard that I managed to let out a muffled sound from the harsh impact.

He began to kiss me, forcing my mouth to open as he ploughed harder into me. He was incensed, grunting and groaning, as he opened my leg wider so he could go deeper into me.

I tried to push him off, but my strength was non-existent. It was as if all my energy had drained out of my body, deteriorating me to a paralyzed state.

I began to tremble as he fucked me harder. My tears flowed freely as I felt him come, expanding in my canal before squirting his load. He shuddered, kissing me, my body. Then he slightly pulled out before slipping back in, lavishing the feel of my pussy gripping him.

Murderous rage took hold of me. I wanted nothing but to kill him with my bare hands. My mind seethed, yet my body was too sensitive that whatever Juan did, my sex would reward him with more wetness. In turn, he believed it was an unspoken invitation to abuse me. He didn’t seem bothered that he was fucking a limp, unresponsive woman. He lavished on the fact that I was powerless to stop him, violating me in every which way.

“St—” A feeble sound left my lips.

Juan paused from suckling on my breast before he moved close to my ear. “Shhh …” he whispered before he moved away from my body. His dark frame hovered, admiring his victim. He took a few minutes, roaming those beady eyes as if he was making himself hard by imagining of what he would do next. Then his eager hands fumbled around my dress as he gradually rolled it upwards and over my head, fully undressing me.

He then turned me over and placed two pillows underneath my belly, strategically parting my legs before he slipped inside me again.

“I’m making you feel good, cariña. Just savor it,” he cooed, breathless. “You wouldn’t be this wet if you didn’t want me fucking you. Stop lying to yourself; you’ve been dying for me to fuck you.” He panted like a dog as he pounded me with purpose. “I want you … I want you for myself.” He let out a pleasured sound, gripping my hips harder as he pillaged my hole. “I’m going to keep you, carina. All I have to do is get you pregnant, then you won’t ever leave me.”

I was too out of it to bother with his maniacal promises. My mind turned to mush, then it went blank. I knew nothing but the feel of him drilling into me.

He went all night. I lost count.

He’d take a break. I even felt him wiping me clean. Then he’d fuck me again. I passed out with him still going at it, fucking me to his oblivion. He loved the high it gave him while I laid there defenseless, completely disabled to stop his onslaught.

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