She Used Me for a Dare… Now I Own Her Mother - Chapter 144
Chapter 144: Carved
He didn’t give her time to prepare.
One brutal thrust and he was inside her… filling her completely, stretching her until she gasped, the sudden invasion stealing the air from her lungs.
“Fuck…!” Her scream tore through the room, raw and helpless.
Her fingers scrabbled at the sheets, her body arching instinctively to take him deeper despite the burn.
He pulled out almost completely and slammed back in.
Harder.
Deeper.
Her vision blurred, a constellation of stars bursting behind her eyes.
“This what you wanted?” he growled, fingers digging into her hips, bruising the soft flesh with a grip that felt like ownership. “Wanted me to wreck you? Ruin you?”
“Yes…” The word spilled out, strangled, broken. Her thighs quaked, slick with sweat, as she clung to the edge of coherence.
“Then take it.”
He set a punishing pace… brutal, relentless, each thrust driving her forward, the headboard slamming against the wall with rhythmic violence.
“God… Alex… fuck…” She couldn’t form coherent words anymore, could only gasp and moan and cry out as he pounded into her.
“Pathetic,” he hissed, yanking her head back. “You’d do anything for it, wouldn’t you?”
His breath was hot against her ear, laced with cruel disdain, each word sinking into her like a brand.
“Ahh…!”
“That’s right. Scream for me.” His grip tightened. “Let the whole building know you’re getting fucked like the whore you are.”
The degradation sent a fresh wave of heat through her, shame and arousal mixing until she couldn’t tell them apart.
“You think you’re clever?” He leaned down, lips against her ear, pace never slowing. “Think you trapped me? Manipulated me?”
SLAP.
His palm cracked against her ass again, the sting sharp and brutal, a red-hot echo that made her jolt.
“Fuck…!”
“The only one trapped here is you.” Another thrust, deeper this time, hitting something inside her that made her see stars. “Trapped on my cock. Taking everything I give you.”
“Yes… God, yes…”
“Say it.” His hand wrapped around her throat, squeezing lightly. “Say you’re mine.”
“I’m… I’m yours…”
“Louder.”
“I’m yours!” The words came out as a sob, desperate and broken.
“That’s my good little slut.” He released her throat, both hands gripping her hips now, using them as leverage to pull her back onto him with each brutal thrust.
The sounds filling the room were obscene… skin slapping skin, the wet slide of him pounding into her, her broken moans and gasps, his rough breathing, the creaking of the bed threatening to give out beneath them.
“Please… please…” She didn’t even know what she was begging for anymore.
“Please what?” He slowed deliberately, grinding deep, making her feel every inch. “Use your words.”
“Don’t stop… God, please don’t stop…”
“Why should I keep fucking you?” His voice was cruel mockery. “Give me one good reason.”
“Because I need it… need you… please, Alex, please…”
“Need me to what?” He pulled out almost completely, holding there, making her whimper at the loss.
“Fuck me! Please, fuck me, I need it, I need you inside me…”
He slammed back in without warning.
“FUCK…!”
“That’s better.” His pace turned savage again, each thrust harder than the last. “Beg for it. Beg for my cock.”
“Please… please, harder… fuck me harder… wreck me…”
“You want it harder?” He laughed… dark, dangerous. “Careful what you wish for.”
He shifted angles, hiking her hips higher, and the next thrust hit so deep she screamed… a raw, primal sound that echoed through the room.
“There it is.” Satisfaction dripped from his voice. “Found it.”
And then he was ruthless… pounding that spot over and over, giving her no mercy, no reprieve, driving her higher and higher until she thought she might shatter.
“Oh God oh God oh God…” The words tumbled out in a breathless chant.
“You feel that?” He ground against her, making her gasp. “Feel how deep I am? How perfectly you take me?”
“Yes…”
“This pussy was made for me. Made to be fucked by me. Understand?”
“Yes! Fuck, yes, only you…”
“Mine.” The word came out possessive, final. “This body is mine. This pussy is mine. You. Are. Mine.”
Each word punctuated by a brutal thrust.
“Yours… I’m yours… only yours…”
Her orgasm built sharp and desperate, pressure coiling tight in her belly, thighs trembling with the effort of holding herself up.
“You gonna come for me?” His hand slid around to her clit, circling roughly. “Gonna come all over my cock like a good little whore?”
“Yes… God, yes, please…”
“Then do it.” His voice dropped to a command. “Come. Now.”
As if his words were a trigger, the orgasm crashed over her… violent, devastating, ripping through her with such force she couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, could only feel as her body convulsed around him.
“ALEX…!”
She screamed his name, the sound raw and broken, pleasure tearing through her in waves so intense tears leaked from her eyes.
“Fuck…!” He groaned, pace turning erratic. “That’s it… squeeze my cock… milk it…”
“Please… inside… come inside me…”
Three more brutal thrusts and he buried himself deep… grinding against her as he came with a guttural roar.
She felt him pulse inside her, felt the warmth flooding her, and whimpered at the overwhelming intimacy of it.
For a moment, neither moved.
Just stayed locked together, chests heaving, skin slick with sweat, the room thick with the aftermath of violence and pleasure.
Then slowly… carefully… he pulled out.
She collapsed onto the mattress, boneless and wrecked, trembling with aftershocks.
Alex stood at the edge of the bed, breathing hard, eyes raking over her marked body.
Bruises on her hips. Handprints on her ass. Her hair disheveled. Mascara streaked down her face. His cum leaking from between her thighs.
Claimed. Owned. His.
A slow smile curved his lips… dark, satisfied, possessive.
“You got what you wanted,” he said, voice still rough. “Hope it was worth it.”
She could barely lift her head, could barely breathe, but she managed a weak smile.
“Yes,” she whispered. “Worth it.”
Her souvenir, carved into every aching muscle, every bruise, every place his hands had been.
She’d remember this.
When everything else fell apart… and she knew it would… she’d remember this.
But it wasn’t enough.
Not yet.