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without pain. New heat exploded, searing me alive. My overly sensitive cunt walls contracted as his veined shaft grinded my passage. He plunged down until he hit my cervix. I was breathless, the air around me thinning. He felt hot. Too fucking big. So damn good.
    I gasped a lungful of air, the sinful pain and ecstasy seizing me in a tight grip. My eyes flew wide, mesmerised at the sight of our joining sex. There was still more of him left, a few good inches. And judging from the look on his face, he was planning to shove that cock all the way inside me, making me take him whole, stretching me beyond the impossible.
    “I don’t think so,” I cried, shaking my head. “You’re nuts!”
    He shushed me quiet, tossing his thick long hair to his back. “You’ll take me. All of me.” Arrogance laced his voice. “Give me a few minutes until you get in the groove.”
    “You crazy son of a bitch.”
    “And this crazy son of a bitch, darling, will be the only son of a bitch you’ll ever love for the rest of your life.” He ground his hips, gyrating.
    His thick cock plundered my cunt, ripping the last strands of my sanity to pieces. I keened.
    He shushed me again. “Sssh, kitten, be quiet. Feel me. Good, isn’t it?”
    I wanted to say yes, but only gibbers came from my mouth. My pussy throbbed with burning desire. My body quaked with fire. And my mind? It was lost somewhere between heaven and hell when he started fucking me in short, jabbing thrusts. He watched me, assessing my reactions. I felt like a fish out of water, panting for breath from the exquisite pleasure he gave me. I wanted to wrap my arms around him, feeling him skin to skin as his cock continued to ravage my pussy, but I couldn’t because of the handcuffs. The helplessness incited a new delirious ecstasy within me.
    “What do you feel now, kitten? Still good?” He licked my lips. “God, I can feel you’ve creamed. You’re so wet. Sticky. Oh fuck. You’re so fucking unbelievably good.”
    He pulled almost all the way out and slammed back in hard. He didn’t stopped until I could feel his balls slapping my perineum and his dark thatch grounding my clit. I threw my head backward, feeling as if I’d been punched from the inside.
    I heaved, shouting a silent scream. Like he’d promised, he made me take him all. Whole. His massive hard cock was completely inside my woefully tight cunt. And I’d better like it, he’d said. The worse thing was, I loved it, every inch of him, feeling him throb in my depths.
    He snarled like a crazed beast, his eyes blazing with fire. “See? You can take all of me. Now, kitten, I’m going to make you beg. Pity you don’t want to know my name, ‘cause you’ll need it.”
    I writhed against my bonds. My brain was temporarily on vacation so I didn’t fully digest what he meant until he started fucking me again. No more gentleness this time. Only slam upon slam of battering fucks. Hard. Rough. Unmerciful. I found myself tethered at the precipice of an orgasm. A little more and I’d be gone. The pleasure built, climbing higher and higher…my body tensed, my voice lost in my throat.
    He stopped in an abrupt fashion. He pulled out, leaving me empty. My pussy mourned its lost.
    “No,” I gasped. I was so close…
    “Beg me,” he rasped. His tone was cruel and teasing.
    “Please, fuck me.”
    “Beg for my name, kitten.”
    “You bastard.”
    His laugh stormed the room. “I can go on like this forever. In case you haven’t noticed, you, darling,” he cleared some stray hair from my face, “are under my mercy.”
    “Why does it matter, anyway?”
    “I want to hear you to say my name.”
    I growled in frustration. “Fine. What’s your name?”
    He lowered his head until our faces were only inches away. “Levy Frye.”
    “Please, Levy, fuck me.”
    “Say my full name three times.”
    “Levy Frye. Levy Frye. Levy Frye. Happy now?”
    But he was occupied with something else. His blue eyes looked even brighter,