The brutal rhythm was a symphony of possession, each powerful thrust a declaration of his ownership. He was driving into her with the force of a battering ram, his cock a piston of flesh and steel, claiming every inch of her depths.
Her body was his to use, his to enjoy, and the thought alone sent a fresh surge of primal satisfaction through him.
He could feel his own release building again, a familiar, tightening pressure at the base of his spine. This time, however, he wasn't just aiming for pleasure; he was aiming for conquest.
He was going to breed her. He was going to fill her womb with his seed until it overflowed, marking her from the inside out, ensuring a part of him would forever remain within her.
"I'm going to fill you up," he snarled, his voice a guttural rasp against her ear as he leaned over her, his hips never ceasing their relentless assault, "I'm going to pump this slutty pussy so full of my cum you'll be dripping with it for a week, "
