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She probably doesn’t even realize what this is doing to Raihan.
Zenobia is too popular for her own good. He is aware of the irony of him complaining about someone else being too popular, but it only makes him wonder how she doesn’t walk around being eaten alive with jealousy. For the first time ever, Raihan understands his exes that simply couldn’t deal with his fame. The thirst traps, the unhinged comments from his fans, the amount of sex appeal that was part of his brand and couldn’t be separated from him.
He should be more understanding, but he’s just pissed watching her fans talk to her in such a familiar manner, some of them going so far as to hit on her like he’s not right there, standing by and watching them. It’s all so fucking irritating that he’s not sure how he is supposed to hold back, but he does for the duration of the event, even if he is glaring holes into his girlfriend’s fans the entire time.
He manages to hold his tongue until they are alone together, his frustration going beyond the boiling point and he can no longer keep it all together. Zenobia is oblivious like she always is. Totally and completely unaware of what she has done to him, until he is lashing out suddenly, pinning her underneath him while she wriggles and squirms trying to break free of his hold.
He tries to keep his aggression at bay, letting her think that nothing is wrong and that he’s just been pent up all day, waiting for her meet and greet to be over to fuck her. He makes a genuine effort at first, but his will only lasts for as long as it takes to pull down her tiny shorts and prep her ass for his cock. He pushes into her carefully, sighing as he feels his frustration beginning to ebb away until he remembers how sweetly she smiled at an overly friendly fan of hers. He knows that she wasn’t encouraging him, she was probably totally unaware of the flirting in the first place, but it’s still enough to bring his frustration back to the level it was at before.
Then, suddenly, he is roughly pushing his entire length into her ass in one fluid motion, causing her to cry out in surprise. He grits his teeth and exhales through his nose as he takes in the sensation of her hole twitching around his cock, her inside so warm that it feels like he is melting inside of her. It feels so much better being able to take his frustrations out in some way, or rather on someone.
It feels like taking them out on her is the only option he has right now.
Raihan quickly falls into a brutal rhythm, one that he never thought that he would use on his sweet, innocent girlfriend, but he doesn’t want to change it one bit. She is left crying out over and over, immediately overwhelmed by his roughness that she’s unable to speak, unable to even think of what to ask him. She’s powerless to stop him as he uses her body as little more than a fleshlight, rocking her back and forth, forcing her to meet each one of his thrusts with one of her own. It isn’t long before her cries and shouts are muffled by a pillow as Raihan’s large hand bears down on the back of her head, forcing her face down as her back arches for him. The only sounds left to fill the room is the sound of balls slapping against her pussy, which is left soaked as her boyfriend fucks her stupid.
“Yeah, you like that, don’t you?” he asks as he pounds her ass, his sack battering her pussy until her labia is swollen as drenched with her cum. “This is what you wanted, right, Ze? That’s why you were showing off all day!
“You were just trying to piss me off until I finally fucked you like the dumb, cock hungry slut you are!” he shouts, laughing as she struggles to respond, voice muffled by their pillows before Raihan yanks her head back to hear her clearly.
She’s not able to string together anything coherent for a second. All that comes from her drooling mouth is pathetic moans and sobs as he fucks her ass harder than he ever has. After this, she’ll never forget how she is supposed to act. “Who do you belong to, bitch?”
He’s never called her that before and she cannot get enough of it, his vitriol going straight of her throbbing clit. It’s the only word she can think of, the only one he could manage to force out of her at this moment, as she sobs, “Y-You!”
His hand comes down on her ass one, two, three whole times, each one met with a shriek of pain from her, but not a single cry to stop. All she is able to say is his name on repeat as Raihan continues to destroy her asshole, until she is crying out with her orgasm.
He groans as she tightens up around his cock, but it’s not enough to slow him down for a second and he continues to pound away at her as she stiffens underneath him. Her back arches more as her legs tense until she is pushing herself up with her toes, her orgasm tearing through her with so much force that he can feel her pussy drooling against his balls as she squirts onto the sheets below.
She is panting and out of breath once she begins to relax again, her body turning to jelly as she tries to sink down and onto the mattress, totally exhausted. Still, he holds onto her hair, listening to every pathetic noise she makes to the end, until he gives one last thrust, burying his cock so far inside of her that he can feel himself pushing out against her belly, and cums.
He holds her until he is finished dumping his load inside of her, wanting to hear how she moans at the sensation of him filling up her ruined asshole until it starts to spill out around the base of his cock and down her puffy and aching pussy lips.
Only then does he let her go, and as he tries to catch his breath, does he feel his frustration begin to wane.