Broken in Beautiful pt.2

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His fingers tightened in my hair, keeping me still as he slowly pulled out, letting me gasp for air. My lips were swollen and my chin slick with spit.

“You look ruined already,” he murmured, thumbing a tear from my cheek with unexpected tenderness. “But we’re just getting started.”

I whimpered, nodding dumbly, dizzy with need. His hand traced my throat, then dipped lower, cupping my breast roughly through my clothes. My breathing increased as his thumb brushed over my peaked nipple. His eyes drank me in, assessing me intently. 

“Strip.”

I obeyed without hesitation. I wanted him to see all of what I was offering. With trembling fingers I removed the clothes from my body, exposing me to his gaze. I fidgeted slightly, then raised my head tall, pushing down my small insecuries and anxiety. He gave a throaty growl of approval, sending flutters through my stomach and set my pulse to racing.
I felt small. Watched. Owned.

And it made me ache.

He circled me like a predator, every step he took was deliberate. When he finally moved behind me, he slowly dragged his rough hand down my spine to my ass, causing me to shiver. 

“Get on the couch,” he ordered. “Face down. Ass up. Show me what’s mine.”

My cheeks flushed as I nodded and turned to comply. The couch was cool against my skin as I climbed up, presenting myself as instructed. There was no room for modesty, not anymore. He'd stripped that from me with every word and every touch. A dark chuckle rumbled from him as he spread my ass. 

“God, look at this perfect tiny hole,” he said, voice thick with desire. “You need to be opened properly, don’t you? Stretched until you cry for more.”

I shook at the anticipation, then hitched a breath when he spit directly onto my ass crack. My insides clenched and a low moan escaped me as the drops spilled over my hole. 

I bit into the cushion when he spit again and used a finger to lube my rim. He slipped inside, making me quiver against him. Then, he began to tease, to press, and to claim. The sensation was foreign and dirty, exactly the thing to set my nerves alight, hanging onto every touch. 

At first, the pressure was sharp and burned, but I welcomed it. I needed it. The sweet *** easing as he worked my hole, stretching and readying me. Every inch he took was a triumph of my submission, and a reminder that I was his to break and rebuild.

“You’re such a little ***slut,” he growled, delivering a sharp slap to my ass. The sound cracked through the room, followed by my muffled cry.

“Say it.”

I whimpered into the cushion. “I’m your ***slut, Daddy.”

Another slap. Then another. My skin stung and my pussy throbbed in tandem. He alternated between praise and punishment, calling me names that made me melt; my filthy pet, my cum whore, my needy little hole.

When I tried to squirm away, he grabbed my hips, holding me still with bruising ***. “Where do you think you're going?” he hissed. “I’m not done using you. Not until you’re leaking and sobbing and thanking me for breaking you.”

And I would. I knew it.

Because being under him like this, 
completely and wholly used, was the only thing that truly made me feel full.

Adding more pressure, he didn't let up. Not when my hips started to shake and my eyes blurred from the intensity and sting of my skin. His fingers slipped from my ass, leaving me pulsing and empty for a breathless second; just long enough to make me whimper in frustration.

Then I felt it.

The blunt, thick press of his cock against my soaked pussy folds.

Not teasing. Not tentative. Just there. Waiting.

Claiming.

“I want to hear it,” he said darkly, hovering just on the edge of entering me, tip slick and hot against my entrance. “Beg me to own you. Say it like a good little fucktoy.”

I gasped, my throat raw and lips trembling. “Please, Daddy,” I whispered. “I want it...I want you to own me. I need it. I need you in me. Use me. Please.”

That was all it took.

He slammed into me in one brutal thrust, forcing the air from my lungs. The sound that left my throat was half sob, half moan. I was desperate, grateful, and aching. He didn’t stop. He set a pace that was punishing and deep, every thrust driving me forward into the couch, my body jerking with the ***.

“You wanted this?” he growled into my ear, his chest pressing against my back, hand wrapping into my hair and yanking my head back. “This sloppy little cunt begging to be destroyed? Look at you. Crying already and I’m not even close to done.”

Tears spilled freely now. The *** and pleasure overwhelming my senses, knotting into something I couldn’t seperate anymore. I loved it. The burn. The sting. The stretch. I was his to ruin, and he was doing it without mercy.

“Good little hole,” he spat, pounding into me harder, dragging another strangled cry from my throat. “Taking me so deep. So fucking deep.”

I couldn’t form words anymore, just broken sounds. I felt wrecked and beautifully, thoroughly ruined. Each thrust made my legs weaker and my cries louder.

And just when I thought I couldn’t take anymore, when my body trembled on the edge of collapse, he slowed just enough to make me ache for more.

“I’m not finishing in you,” he growled, still grinding into my trembling core, so deep it was unbearable. “You dont deserve it yet. This is about marking you. Making sure you feel me every time you sit down tomorrow.”

His hand slid to my front, down between my legs, finding my clit with maddening precision.

“You’re going to come on my cock, slut. Cry for it. Beg.”

And I did. I sobbed and begged and pleaded, not caring how messy, how desperate, and how utterly ruined I sounded. Because I was. And it was perfect.

Beautiful.

[Ri****]

Stop lying

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6 hours ago, Ricky7878 said:

Stop lying

Lol about what? The spitting? The rimming/fingering? The ***ful fuck? The dirty talk/***? The feelings? Or that I enjoy them?

Part of the reason people resonate with this story is because it's SO CLOSE to the truth. I'm not the only opportunist/slut to be ready to get down and dirty for the game. *shrug* don't @ me because I can articulate it.

[Sm****]

You are quite the wordsmith. I'm enjoying this series very, very much. You are excellent at putting your feelings to paper.

[Shmoosey]

Mmm an excellent read if I do say so myself not to dissimilar to one of my own experiences.

[pr****]

Id love to feel that feeling!

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Please don't stop writing and sharing! You clearly portray the desires of many, myself included.

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29 minutes ago, peachesinfetland said:

Please don't stop writing and sharing! You clearly portray the desires of many, myself included.

Thank you very much. 😇 ♡ their night is far from over!

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6 minutes ago, DazPandas said:

Thank you very much. 😇 ♡ their night is far from over!

Oh my. Yes please. Living vicariously through it 😅🤣