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away. I could fight, but the outcome would be the same. He slid his hand behind my neck and forced me up onto my elbows. My hair slid over my shoulders and into my face, and he swept it away as he brought his hips closer. The head of his cock dragged across my lips and I could feel the slick of his pre-come.
    “Open your mouth,” he demanded as his ready cock twitched in front of my face. I turned my face away, running my tongue over the salty wetness on my lips. He clicked his tongue, tsking at my little act of defiance. He fisted his hand in my hair and jerked my face toward him. Then he pinched my nose shut until I had no choice but to open my mouth and gulp in air. Then he slid the fat tip of his cock in between my lips and over my tongue. He moaned and bucked forward, shoving himself all the way to the back of my throat. I felt my eyes roll back in my head as he choked me, my fingers digging into the carpet. My toes curled and my feet pointed. He cupped my face with his big hands, his thumbs caressing my cheeks as he reared back. I moaned in relief as my jaw relaxed, my tongue swirling around the tip of him as he pulled out of my mouth. Then he dove in again, his hands stiffened on my face as he held himself on the edge of bliss. I knew he wanted to come, and I shuddered at the thought of his thick come sliding down my throat.
    Suddenly, unexpectedly, he shoved my face away from him and his dick popped free of my mouth. It glistened in the low light, wet from my mouth. Then he was shoving my skirt up and throwing my legs open so fast I couldn't react. I couldn't do anything until he ripped my panties off and tossed them over his shoulder. Only then did my muscles came back to life. I shoved back, scooting on my bare ass, trying to get away. But he was doggedly focused. He grabbed my hips in a death grip as he lowered himself on top of me, pinning me to the ground. He was heavy and it was all I could do to force a breath into my lungs. I knew what was coming next, but it was still a shock when he breached me. He stilled on top of me as he shoved an inch inside and I bowed my back, the feel of him too intense for words or sounds or thoughts.
    After what felt like a lifetime, he slammed into me without warning, smashing me against the unrelenting floor. My bare thighs tightened around his hips, his jeans rough against my electrified skin. He clawed at my chest, roughly freeing my breasts from my bra and pinching and squeezing the nipples until I slapped at his face and dug my heels into the carpet. Then he bucked into me again, his big cock invading and plundering me inch by inch.
    “I want to rip you in half,” he growled in my ear. “I want to destroy you.” He punctuated his words with his hips, fucking me harder and harder. “Tell me you want it.” He grabbed my chin and forced my face to his. His lips brushed against mine, and then he flicked his tongue over the swollen flesh. My eyes slitted open but I couldn't see. The world was dark. All I could feel and hear was him. “Tell me you love it,” he whispered, then swerved his hips so slow that I gritted my teeth at the sharp sensation, the line between pain and pleasure mingling and blurring in an otherworldly way. It hurt, of course. My whole body hurt. But if he kept doing it, I was going to come.
    And then he would win.
    “You disgust me,” I replied, the words strangling the moan in my throat. He snorted out a soft laugh, his breath hot on my lips and I inhaled, pulling him deeper into me without thinking.
    “Say it again.” He ground his hips into mine and I writhed beneath him, my body no longer under my control. I could feel all of my muscles tighten at once and he buried his face in my neck as I squeezed him deep inside. “ Fuck, ” he hissed. "Your pussy is so tight for me.” With a pained groan, he thrust again, his breathing ragged. “No matter how many times I shove my big cock into you, you're still so fucking tight." His vulgar words