NOVPUB"Hmmmp!"
Colleen tried to scream, but her voice was swallowed by Ross's mouth.
His lips crashed against hers again, aggressive and unrelenting, silencing her pain as if even that didn't belong to her anymore.
Her muffled cries dissolved into the heat of his kiss while her nails scraped uselessly against his shoulders.
Her body trembled, torn between agony and something else she didn't want to name.
Ross pulled back just slightly, enough to shift his stance.
Then his cock slid out, slowly, dragging against her stretched inner walls until only the thick, pulsing head remained lodged at her entrance.
For a moment, she could breathe again.
She wanted to believe he would stop, that maybe he had changed his mind—maybe he had seen the tears in her eyes.
But he hadn't.
With a deep growl, Ross drove his cock back into her, not as violently as before, but with a deliberate, slow force that filled her completely once more.
He began to move like that—grinding in and out, his rhythm measured and steady, giving her no room to escape, no space to gather her thoughts.
Again. And again. And again.
Each stroke rubbed against her raw, tight walls, and though the sting of being ripped open still lingered, it was fading—slowly being replaced by something deeper.
An unbearable heat spread through her lower body, confusing her senses, leaving her unsure of what was pain and what was… not.
He fucked her with practiced control, guiding her unwilling body through the pain, teaching it to respond to him.
Her toes curled as her hips instinctively shifted to absorb the rhythm.
She hated herself for it—for the way her breath hitched, the way her thighs trembled, the way her walls began to clench around his cock as though trying to hold him in.
But Ross wasn't content with slow.
"Pak!"
"Pak!"
"Pak!"
Suddenly, his pace shifted. He gripped her tighter, slammed into her with a new urgency.
The sound of his hips colliding with her thighs echoed through the room like thunderclaps.
Each thrust shook her entire body, pressing her back harder against the wall, making her feel like the air was being punched from her lungs.
Colleen's head snapped back, hitting the wall with a soft thud as she gasped.
The world around her tilted and trembled—no longer stable.
It was as if she was caught in a violent earthquake, each thrust driving her deeper into that chaotic, breathless space between pain and helpless pleasure.
Her body was soaked now—not just from him, but from herself.
Her slick heat clung to his cock every time he pulled out, strings of wetness stretching between them like damning proof of her betrayal.
Her thoughts screamed for it to stop.
"No! I can't… I can't come… not for him… not for someone I don't even know…"
But her body didn't care.
That terrible, beautiful pressure began to swell inside her, coiling low in her belly like a serpent waiting to strike.
Her legs quivered violently, her hands clutched at Ross's back, her mouth opened in a silent moan as the feeling built faster than she could contain it.
She tried to resist. She clenched her teeth, squeezed her thighs, forced herself to think of Thomas, of love, of anything but the man hammering into her like she was made to take him.
But Ross knew.
He felt her tightening around him, her slick heat growing wetter with every thrust.
He kissed her again—hard, forceful, filled with cruel confidence—while pounding her faster, deeper, like he was fucking the fight out of her.
"Hmmmmmmpppp!"
The sound she made was raw, guttural, broken.
Her eyes rolled back. Her body arched against him. Her legs locked tight around his waist as the orgasm took her—sudden, brutal, and unstoppable.
It hit her like a tidal wave, crashing through every nerve ending, stealing her breath, leaving her gasping and crying and clinging to the very man she'd sworn not to surrender to.
It was her first orgasm. Not the sweet, romantic one she'd once imagined. No—it was dark, messy, stolen.
And it wouldn't be the last.
Thirty minutes later…
"Ahhhhh…"
"Ohhhh…"
"Ughhhh…"
Colleen was moaning freely now, her voice rising in rhythm with each of Ross's relentless thrusts.
Their position hadn't changed—her back still pressed against the wall, her legs wrapped around his waist, his powerful body holding her up like she weighed nothing—but everything else had.
She had stopped keeping track of how many times she had come; the fifth orgasm had blurred into the sixth, then the seventh… and by now, counting felt pointless.
The pain that once tore through her body had become nothing but a fading memory—replaced by wave after wave of overwhelming pleasure.
Each time his thick cock slammed into her, she felt it deep in her core, stretching her, filling her, hitting spots she never even knew existed.
It was too much… and somehow, never enough.
She had watched videos before—clips of women screaming, crying, writhing in pleasure—and she used to scoff at them, believing it was all fake.
Just acting. Just noise. But now… now she understood. There was nothing fake about this.
Her body wasn't hers anymore—it was Ross's to use, and despite everything, it wanted him. Needed him.
Colleen didn't know who she was in this moment.
The shame still clung to the back of her mind, but it was being drowned beneath the tide of raw sensation.
Her cunt walls clenched and spasmed around him again, another orgasm building fast and furious.
"I'm coming—coming—coming!" she cried out, her voice hoarse, her throat sore from all the moaning, screaming, begging.
She hadn't known she could be so loud, hadn't known that she was the kind of girl to scream her pleasure into the air without shame… but here she was, lost in the pleasure, unable to hold it back.
Then it hit her. Again.
Colleen's mind went completely blank as she came, hard.
Her pussy clenched violently around Ross's cock, her body shaking uncontrollably in his arms.
But this time, something was different—deeper.
"No…!" she gasped as her eyes widened in realization, but it was too late.
