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He'd spent another half hour eating me out from the back, ignoring my desperate pleas for him to stop because I simply couldn't take it anymore. It had gotten to the point where I couldn't hold myself up anymore because my body had given out on me. I thought Zhayne would take that as a sign to stop but he didn't. Me nearly losing my ability to move was no problem for him.

"I prepared you enough." Zhayne murmured, gripping my bottom half firmly within his large hands. I shivered as his thick, calloused fingers roughly brushed up against the red and practically glowing bite marks. "Turn around and face me." He commanded, his accent thickening as his voice seemed to grow deeper with each word he spoke. "I haven't had my fill of you."

I can't even breathe properly, let alone hardly lift a muscle. Zhayne was unbelievable. I'm starting to think he's not human because there is absolutely no way he has such a great amount of energy after doing what he did to my body for so long. This man is out of his fucking mind. "Z-Zhayne I-I just c-came, please-"

"That won't be the last time you cum either. Turn around, Angel."

I felt like I would die at any moment and his words did nothing to help. Thinking about all the things he would do to me scared me more than anything. Though I hated to admit it, I have recognized that Zhayne is very skilled when it came to making me orgasm over and over again from a simple touch. All it took was for him to inflict pleasure upon my body for no more than a couple of minutes and I'm already done for.

"I-I thought we were done." I whispered. Zhayne, annoyed with my struggling, pulls me toward him roughly. He grabbed both of my legs by my ankles and set them both up against his broad, heavily tattooed chest. He reaches behind his neck, eyeing me darkly as he unclasps his chain and tosses it onto the floor.

For a moment, my heart skipped a beat as I suddenly felt something warm and thick settling between my injured thighs. It wasn't until Zhayne placed my bandaged foot on the opposite side of his chest that I realized it was his dick. I felt as if everything stopped. The feeling that suddenly came over my body was simply indescribable. "We're never done."

There was not a second that had been wasted. Zhayne was already positioning himself at my quivering entrance. I didn't have time to speak because he'd pressed his hips forward the slightest bit and had managed to get only a portion of the tip in. My breath caught in my throat as he moved even further, causing his dick to slide into me some more. It had taken at least a couple of minutes for him to get it all the way in, and by the time he did I was ready to scream at the top of my lungs.

Zhayne was practically pulling my hole apart and rearranging my guts without even moving yet. I could feel his dick brushing up against my insides. He was abnormally huge. "Z-" I couldn't even get anything out as Zhayne began to move his hips in a slow motion. He was going easy on me but it did nothing to help me. I was in hell. "T-too b-big." I choked.

Eventually, It didn't take much longer for Zhayne to lose his patience. Even as I begged him through tears to only go slow, he wouldn't listen. "W-wait- Zhayne-" I struggled to get out. Zhayne silenced me by picking up the pace which left me speechless. I thought I'd felt him in my stomach before but due to his forceful movements he only filled me up more. I could now feel his member brushing up against different parts of my insides.

He was merciless with his brutal thrusts as he pivoted his hips forward, seemingly going harder and harder each time. I tried speaking up to tell him to slow down but nothing came out as words. Only sinful, loud moans slipped from my mouth. If I could sew it shut to keep myself from unintentionally feeding this psycho man's ego, then I would have. But I'm not in my right mind at the moment. I was far gone.

I reached up and grabbed at one of his arms, digging my nails into the hard muscle as Zhayne's violent movements did not falter. I soon noticed the sound of the headboard banging against the wall, surely leaving marks behind. My eyes rolled to the back of my head as it became harder to see again. My vision became clouded with blurry stars and I literally slipped in and out of consciousness every time Zhayne moved. It was painful beyond words, yet I unfortunately could not deny that pleasure was beginning to sneak up on me.

The loud noises of my ass connecting with his hips over and over and over again filled the room. The power of the beds frantic movements caused everything around it to fall out of place. His nightstand had already tipped over as well as everything on top of it including a lamp which had completely shattered. The room was already a mess because of him.

Zhayne grabbed one of my legs and turned me over. He stayed positioned upright while I was placed onto my side. He gripped my sweaty hip harshly in his large hand keeping me pinned to the bed as he resumed slamming himself into me like no other.

Now the pleasure was in full affect, since Zhayne had made me change positions. Every time his pelvis met my ass I felt his murderous dick hit my prostate head on every single time. His brutal thrusts were more precise, sending my body into a frenzy. He had me shaking, begging and literally crying.

I was practically caved into the mattress because of how hard he was pressing into my hip, and with every powerful thrust my small and frail body moved up and down quickly. If this were a cheap bed it would have probably broken and I'd have fallen through due to his roughness.

When I finally found the ability to speak, I asked him to be gentle in the most coherent way possible without sounding like a crazed animal. He only slapped my ass and told me to shut up and take it. I was left with no choice but to rake my nails down his arm with all of my strength as he continues to mess up my insides.

My mouth was left agape and I was salivating, unable to stop myself. I tried for just a split second to think of other things in order to avoid allowing my body to give into Zhayne's thrusts even further, but it did nothing to help. I couldn't think straight.

I fisted the sheets in my fingers again and looked back at Zhayne who was already staring heatedly down at me as he tore me up. I just know for a fact that my stomach and hole will make me pay for this. "Fuck, you're so fucking perfect. You make me so fucking crazy." He murmured lowly to me, still going at it full force as he reaches down, grabbing me by the back of my neck and lifting me, allowing our lips to meet for a sloppy kiss.

It was all but sweet. Zhayne was nasty with it, squeezing my neck with the right amount of pressure as he shoved his tongue down my throat all while not having a care in the world. I took it all, regretfully accepting whatever he gave to me. It was hard. My body was already weak and I struggled to take every stroke. I knew I was nearing my end. But Zhayne has other plans, I know he is far from finished with me and that I have a long night ahead.

Zhayne pulled back from the messy kiss, a string of our saliva lingering for a second but disappearing the further we got from one another. The large man smacked my ass again before pulling out and picking me up from the bed, backing me up against the wall roughly. The tall shelf next to us that held some of his books sent a good majority of them flying onto the floor. But he didn't care. Zhayne hooked his arms under the back of my knees, grabbed my ass and slid back into me with ease. I couldn't hold back the shameful scream I let out.

I wrapped my arms around his neck as his large hands gripped my ass and bounced me on his dick at a fast pace. My sweaty forehead was pressed against his and our warm breaths mingled with each other as we panted.

His rock hard abs brushed up against my stomach as he ground against me, making my damp back slide up and down the wall. Zhayne leaned down slightly so that his head was leveled with mine and smashed his swollen lips against mine again, roughly. I shivered as Zhayne bit harshly on my bottom lip, tugging at it. The kiss was dirty and downright wicked. Our tongues moved in a frantic rhythm as Zhayne continued snapping his hips up while slamming my ass up and down repeatedly on his hot, wet and weeping arousal.

The squelching noise began to get louder and louder as did my moans. I felt my stomach tighten, making me pull away from the kiss to scream Zhayne's name. I will regret this. I wanted to snap myself out of it but I couldn't. Zhayne's movements were too powerful and it was causing me to lose all of my senses. I could hardly register anything. I felt my body getting weaker and weaker as I got closer but I couldn't afford to let go, so I clawed violently at his shoulders not caring if it hurt him. He could take the pain.

I shook and cried as I warned him of my upcoming climax. He grunted in response and pounded my prostate harder and harder until I saw white. I took it until I couldn't bear the torturous pleasure any longer. My legs trembled in his hold as I came for the second time, coating both Zhayne and I's stomach and chests with my semen.

I breathed heavily, trying to catch my breath and calm down from the soul snatching high. My nails dug into his shoulder blades, drawing blood. I felt the warm and metallic liquid protrude from his skin and drip onto my fingertips.

I knew Zhayne wasn't finished. Yet he still surprised me by unhooking both of my legs from his arms. While one was still standing, he lifted the other one up until my foot was hooked over one of his broad shoulders. And without bracing me for anything he began to thrust in and out of me yet again, not sparing me at all whatsoever.

Zhayne reaches up and wraps one of his large hands around my neck and squeezes it with an intense pressure. I was already barely breathing because his dick knocked the wind out of me every time I felt him touching my organs. It was a challenge for me to stand. With every violent thrust the one leg I was using to keep myself upright was trembling like a leaf. Zhayne knew I was weak. He knows his dick is too much for me, but he loves ruining me.

Hot tears continuously spilled from my swollen eyes as I cried out in pleasure at the feeling of his shaft working me to yet another orgasm. Zhayne however was fucking me like it was nothing to him. He was still able to pound into me, brushing up against my weak spots each time.

His dark orbs bore into mine as his ruthless movements never faltered for even a second. The overwhelming sound of slapping skin and my screams filled the room. I brought one of my shaking hands up and scratched at his, which was still firmly holding my neck as the other was locked around my waist. I clawed at his digits. I wanted him to kill me. I wrapped my fingers around his, encouraging him to choke me harder.

If my vision wasn't blurred so badly, then I would have been absolutely certain that Zhayne's eyes turned black. He didn't hesitate, I felt my orgasm building up again as he added more pressure. The feeling of his fingers pressing harshly into my skin had me ready to cum again. I could pass out at any given moment, but I didn't care at all. Can I breathe my last breath? I kept my hand around his so he could keep the firm grip.

Then, after about 10 seconds of me going cross eyed and barely being able to let out any sound, I came for the second time since he begun fucking me. I couldn't even stand afterward. As soon as my cum shot out of me, I had lost my balance and ended up falling onto the floor. I mentally cursed. I had tried to sneak one in and failed.

Zhayne watched me for a few seconds as I tried catching my breath. I was full on sobbing, telling Zhayne I've had enough and I couldn't cum anymore. But I was foolish to say such a thing. Zhayne only gave me a sinister smile as he picked me up from the hardwood surface and threw me onto the bed face first. "Ass up." He commanded in a stern tone. I was still struggling to regain my breath and I could barely move a muscle yet he expects me to do as he says quickly as if I didn't just cum twice and multiple other times from him eating me out not long before.

Momentarily, I forgot how to speak. "I-I can't m-move Zha-"

Zhayne didn't allow me to finish. The impatient man positioned me to where my ass was in the air and he pressed his palm into my back and made me arch it for him. My thighs were still shaking like crazy and it was a struggle to keep myself held up. I'm weak and need some sort of support.

Zhayne kissed and licked a long trail from my neck, all the way down my damp back until he reached my ass. He delivered one brutal smack to the flushed skin, making me fall forward at the sudden pain. But he roughly grabbed my bruised hips and yanked me right back to where I was.

When he felt like I was in perfect form, he positioned the thick head of his dick at the entrance of my abused hole again and slammed himself back inside of me without warning, almost making me lose the little bit of strength I had left in me. I bit into my pillow and cried out. The object causing my moans and screams to come out as muffled.

Zhayne grabbed one of my arms and held it behind my back, holding it in place as he angled his hips a certain way and continued to ram into me like this was his last. If he keeps this up I will eventually die. His dick kept brushing up against that same sweet spot inside of me time after time after time and it was starting to become way too much. The feeling was so enthralling but it's torture because it wasn't right, and it was more than I could take.

My insides were twitching, fuming with a lustful heat from the stimulation making me weaker by the second. I struggled to stay in place as Zhayne kept fucking me mercilessly into the bed like there is no tomorrow. My back was starting to ache from arching it and my knees were close to giving out on me from the pleasure. The power of this man's dick was inhumane.

Zhayne released my arm and it fell flat on the bed, I didn't even have it in me to move it. I couldn't. I can't move. He hauled me up by my neck so that my back was against his chest. He held my face in his firm grip as he tilted it upward until I was looking toward the ceiling. "Open it." His lips hovered over mine. Zhayne locked his fingers around my lower jaw and pulled it down, making me open my mouth. I dragged my nails across his muscled arm as he spit inside of my mouth, before attaching our lips for another kiss, causing his saliva to dissolve on each of our tastebuds as our tongues intertwined.

I released a reluctant moan into the kiss, feeling Zhayne's dick curling at a different angle inside of me, and I swear I felt myself beginning to cry again. I thought he'd been hitting my prostate head on beforehand but this position was ruthless, the feeling of his hard dick banging against my sweet spot had me bracing myself for another climax.

I weakly reached up and grabbed his hand that was wrapped around my neck. I tried to tell him that I was cumming again but nothing but hoarse screams came out. It felt like my head was spinning as I drew near my end once again.

My sight went hazy and I let out one final scream, cumming for a third time. Automatically I called it quits after that. I can't take it anymore. I feel so weak. The pleasure is too much and I even move my body anymore. Zhayne hasn't cum yet but I'm over here practically winded.

His grip loosened on my neck as I whispered to him. "Z-Zhayne I can't- It-It is too much for m-me. I can't keep up- p-please no more." I begged, hoping he'd listen to me.

He kissed my neck a single time and held my trembling body against his. I shivered as his fingers lightly dance across my adam's apple. Zhayne pauses for just a moment, allowing me to take a breath. "I'm not finished." He simply said before he let me go and spun me around on my back.

I didn't have time to say or do anything else, Zhayne had taken my legs in his hands and folded them behind my head. Since I was flexible that was no problem for me and the position was not uncomfortable...But the fact that I know my ass is about to get torn up again after I said it was too much for me was enough to make me want to go crazy.

He held onto the back of my knees to keep me held in place before he slid into me for what felt like the thousandth time tonight. I immediately felt the waterworks start up again as the pleasure returned.

This time though, Zhayne didn't slam himself into me. He was slow stroking me, taking his time with it. The feeling of his hot arousal slipping in and out of me at a slower pace was something I could actually bear. I silently thanked god for the mercy. I couldn't take anymore of his brutal thrusts or the mental torture.

Zhayne slowly rolled his hips to meet mine in a sensual manner. His heated stare never left mine. I felt his gaze penetrate my soul as he thrusted in and out of me. My body never ran out of that lustful flame. I was still burning and it was as if aching for more. I loathed both myself and him for it.

"Angel."

His deep voice called out to me. It sounded similar to that of an echo, so far yet so close. It surrounded me and was the only thing I could hear. He delivered one firm thrust, keeping his hips pressed against my ass, making me gasp. Then he pulled out and did the same thing again. It almost made me lose form. I tossed my head back onto the pillow and moaned loudly as he kept it up.

I could hardly pay attention to his words. I was so wrapped up in the way he was making me feel that I couldn't even bring myself to pay too much mind to it. I gripped the sheets below me once more, feeling my release build up for the fourth time. Zhayne moved his hands from the back of my knees and removed my legs from behind my head. They fell against the mattress like dead limbs. He grabbed my thighs, wrapping them around his waist before continuing his movements.

"Look at me." He commanded, firmly and deeply. His voice sent tremors through my trembling body. Just as my eyes fluttered shut, Zhayne gripped my jaw painfully tight and forced me to face him. I struggled to look into his eyes as he consistently violently thrusted his hips to meet mine. I resisted the urge to just allow them to close from the intense amount of pure shame and pleasure I was feeling, but I knew not to or else I'd face consequences. Zhayne wanted to look at me when he ruins me. It was what he did best, after all.

"Z-Zhayne I-" I didn't finish. My blinding orgasm ripped through me like a tidal wave before I could even warn him properly. My body shook and more tears streamed down my face like a waterfall. I knew that I was soon to pass out.