The resistance from the woman in my hands had vanished. Not that she was enthusiastically fucking me back, but her feeble attempts to fight back ceased while I took her for a second time on the floor. I drove into her over and over, her musical cries for help, or mercy, or whatever she had been screaming for subsided. They were replaced by a kind of guttural moaning. Which made sense, considering I’d been rearranging her guts with my meaty rod. I smiled at the prospect of having broken this woman like a horse, more pleasurably than any other mortal to have experienced my wrath.
I took her wet, shoulder length hair in one hand, pulling her head up as my orgasm approached. The sensations along my thickness was pleasant enough, but I wanted to hear her cry out again before I flooded her with more seed. With two hands grasping her round, tight ass, another at her hair, and my fourth caressing her belly, I surged my full length into her. She groaned loudly, but I wanted more. I demanded more. My hips flew back, roughly pulling most of my rigid cock from her inner warmth. The lips of her pussy constricted against me as I pulled away, her body seemingly sucking me back inside. The next sudden surge forward forced a sharp moan from her lips, which extended into a low groan. I had wanted to try once more, but just then my balls tightened into climax.