FREE USE in Primitive World

Chapter 432: Don’t You Dare Pull Out!

Zeyra was still trembling underneath him, her pussy fluttering weakly around his cock as the last aftershocks of her orgasm rippled through her body. Thick white cum mixed with streaks of her virgin blood slowly leaked out around where he was still buried deep inside her.

But she wasn’t done.

Not even close.

She stared at him with that terrifying obsessive intensity. Her arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him down so she could kiss him desperately, biting his lower lip hard enough to draw fresh blood.

"More..." she whispered, her voice hoarse but hungry. "Don’t you dare pull out. I want you to break me again."

Sol let out a low, dark chuckle, his cock twitching inside her at her words.

"Greedy little thing," he muttered, then grabbed her thighs and pushed them back toward her chest, folding her in half.

He started thrusting again... slow and deep at first, letting her feel every thick inch dragging along her sensitive, freshly-fucked walls.

Zeyra moaned loudly, eyes rolling back as fresh tears of overstimulation slipped down her cheeks.

"Aaaagh... ! It still hurts... but don’t stop... I love how it hurts when it’s you..."

Sol picked up speed, turning those slow strokes into heavy, punishing thrusts. The wet plap plap plap of his hips slamming into her ass filled the room again with a tendency to grow louder and filthier.

Zeyra’s tits bounced with every impact as she clutched at his arms, moaning like a woman losing her mind.

He watched her face the entire time... the way her mouth hung open, the obsessive worship in her eyes, the way she looked at him like he was her god and her destroyer at the same time.

After a while, he pulled out suddenly, making her whine at the empty feeling. He flipped her over onto her stomach, yanked her hips up, and slammed back inside her from behind in one brutal stroke.

Zeyra screamed into the sheets, fists clutching the fabric as he railed her doggy style. His hand came down hard on her ass with a loud SMACK, leaving a red handprint.

"Arch your back more," he growled.

She obeyed instantly, pushing her ass higher, letting him hit even deeper. Every thrust made her pussy squelch obscenely around him, pushing out more of his cum from earlier.

"Yes... ! Like that! Fuck me harder, Sol! Use me!" she cried, pushing back against him like a bitch in heat. "I’m your... all your... and just yours!"

Her obsessive dirty talk only made him fuck her harder. He grabbed a fistful of her dark hair and pulled her head back, using it like reins as he pounded her pussy raw. Zeyra came again like this... shaking violently, squirting all over his thighs while screaming his name loud enough that he was sure someone outside might hear.

But he still didn’t stop.

He pulled out again, sat on the edge of the bed, and dragged her onto his lap facing him. Zeyra immediately straddled him, grabbed his slick cock, and sank down onto it with a long, broken moan.

She started riding him like she was possessed... bouncing hard, grinding her clit against his pelvis every time she bottomed out.

Her tits bounced wildly in his face. Sol took full advantage, sucking and biting her soft breasts, leaving dark hickeys all over them while she rode him like her life depended on it.

"Mine... you’re mine..." she kept repeating between moans, almost chanting it. "No one else gets this cock. I’ll cut their throats if they even look at you. I’ll burn this whole fucking tribe down if anyone tries to take you from me."

Sol groaned and ignored her obsessive yandere talk, and slapped her ass hard, making her ride him even faster.

He thrust up to meet her, driving his cock deep into her cum-filled pussy with every bounce. The wet sounds were filthy. Her juices and his cum were dripping down his balls onto the sheets.

They stayed like that for a long time... Zeyra riding him desperately, Sol sucking on her tits and slapping her ass red while she whispered crazy, obsessive shit in his ear.

Eventually, he stood up, still buried inside her, and carried her over to the wall. He pinned her against it and fucked her standing up, her legs wrapped tightly around his waist as he drove into her with powerful upward thrusts.

Zeyra’s back scraped against the wooden wall with every slam. She clung to him like a lifeline, biting his neck and shoulders, leaving her own marks all over him.

"Deeper...! Fill me again! I want your cum leaking out of me all day!" she begged, voice cracking.

Sol gave it to her.

He fucked her against the wall until her legs gave out, then carried her back to the bed and took her in spooning position, one arm wrapped around her throat while the other rubbed her swollen clit. He came inside her a second time like this... pumping another huge load deep into her womb while she shook through her own orgasm.

By the time they reached the fourth round, Zeyra was a complete, ruined mess.

She was on her back again, legs spread wide, eyes half-lidded and unfocused as Sol fucked her with long, slow, but extremely deep strokes. Her pussy was swollen, red, and overflowing with his cum. Every thrust made wet, squelching sounds as it pushed more seed out of her.

"I can’t... I can’t cum anymore..." she whimpered weakly, even as her body kept twitching around him.

"You can," Sol said, leaning down to kiss her messy lips. "One more time. For me."

He reached between them and rubbed her clit in tight circles while grinding deep inside her. Zeyra’s eyes rolled back again as she came one final time... a weak, shuddering orgasm that made her whole body go limp.

Only then did Sol let himself go.

He buried himself to the hilt and unloaded inside her for the third time, flooding her already full womb until cum was pouring out around his cock in thick streams.