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I catch you from behind, one hand around your neck, the other grabbing a handful of tit and squeezing – oh god your tits.
I crush you against my body – you know what's coming because my hardening cock jumps and slaps the inside of your thigh, already slick with anticipation and arousal – and bury my teeth in your shoulder, the hand around the back of your neck sliding around and seizing your throat, just under your jaw. I lift you up – barely any, you're so small, you're so weak, you're so helpless, no matter how much you claw at my arms – and the hand on your tit slides down, parting your dripping folds with my thumb, feeling your clit, feeling the strangled moan in your throat from just that cursory touch.
Then my fingers guide you down and I use your own weight to spear you onto my cock. No warning, no easing into it, you don't matter, you're just a warm, clenching, wet, needy hole.
You feel the rumble of satisfaction in my chest through your back as I start pumping. I'm not even fully hard yet, my cock head squashes as it slams against your back wall, still more than enough to fill you with each stroke. You squeak and gurgle with every thrust and I can feel you clenching every time I ram all the way in – it only makes me harder, it only makes me thicker, it only makes me longer, and yet still I shove myself all the way in and all the way out.
Slow, unhurried strokes – I'm enjoying myself, savoring the wet squishing slaps of our hips together, the way you clench even harder when I lazily roll your clit between my fingers, the way you've so quickly let your arms hang limp and useless. Just like a good hole.
I keep the pace up – I can enjoy you like this for hours, and if I ever want a little more friction I just squeeze your clit or your throat and you moan and choke and shudder and spasm, and you unconsciously, desperately clench down harder again and again. The last whisper of a thought in your pretty, empty little head is that maybe you can make me come, maybe you can end this a little sooner.
And then I squeeze your throat a little tighter and your breath stops and your tongue lolls out and you feel everything again, my cock still hardening and growing inside you – oh god there's so much of it, there's nothing inside you any more except my cock, please please please you need to breathe you need me to finish you need my cock you need me to fill you to breed you please please please please – and then I release your throat completely and you almost shriek as you gasp in your first full breath of air in what seems like an eternity. You feel both of my hands grab your hips and lift you off the ground, and that's when I actually start fucking you.
Faster now than the lazy warm-up strokes – harder, too. I refuse to not bury myself up to the hilt with each thrust and I love how it feels when I batter your back walls and get my balls to swing forward and tap-tap your clit. You're just a hole, deliciously tight and wet and deliriously hot, and I savor the difference between the cool air around us and the molten heat inside you as I pull almost all the way out and slam all the way back in with every thrust. I roll my hips to stir my cock inside you and feel every surface of you, and drag the flared ridge of my cock head against every singing screaming overstimulated clenching spot I can find, oh you're such a good hole for me to fuck, aren't you?
I feel my cock twitch after a while, I'm ready to finish, and why not? I've had my fun, I don't need to tell you or warn you, you've been broken already and the only thing left to do is decide if I want to do you the kindness of breeding you too. Another shuddering clench from you convinces me. Why not? You've been such delicious prey and such a wonderful fuckhole. I pull our hips tight together and hold you there as my cock jerks and my balls twitch, and I groan deep in my chest as I shoot load after load into you, filling you to the brim.
When I finally sigh and relax and let you go, you slide off my cock and collapse to the ground, barely breathing, barely even able to see. I look down at you, utterly broken, utterly ruined. I kneel down and take your face in one hand, fingers under your chin and thumb easily pushing into your mouth and tipping your tongue out.
I need more – because of course I need more, I always need more, I'm addicted to you. I lie down and pull your limp body on top of me, just holding you against my chest, just tight enough to remind you of how much stronger than you I am, just high enough on my chest to remind you of how much bigger than you I am – even here you can feel my cock lazily twitching, the bare lingering half-spurts of the orgasm I rutted out into you still pushing out yet more come, slowly returning to normal.
No, that won't do, will it? You can't possibly let me spill my seed except deep inside you, where you know it's meant to be, where you know it's meant to breed.
A tiny moan from you, barely conscious, and I feel your tiny warm tongue on my chest, lapping at the salty sweat, brushing my nipple. There it is, there's that deep, satisfied rumbling you wanted, you can feel it on your face, it fills your ears, it fills your mind, it tingles your tongue.
I gently work my fingers into your hair, give you a few soft scratches on your scalp, my other hand tracing light and lazy patterns on your back, occasionally pressing in with my warm palm to appreciatively squeeze the divine blessing that is your flesh. I murmur something, you can feel the shifting vibrations on your face as you still don't have the strength to lift your head. You feel me say how good you are, how good you feel, what a nice little breeding hole you are, what a good, strong little toy I have to take such a mindless one-sided pounding....aren't you ready for more?
A spark zips down your spine as you belatedly realize that with every lick you've felt my cock twitch again, and then my hand in your hair tightens and I push you down my body. You mewl and whine that I'm taking you away from the rumbling in my chest until you feel my cock slide past your stomach and between your tits, and the mewling turns into a moan just as it slides up your throat and pushes up beside your face. Your mind is drowning in the smells of us, of you, of me, of breeding, you need it in you, you need more.
Your tiny warm tongue now laps at my cock, finally finding the strength to move your arms again. You bring your hands up to feel it throb, holding my balls, feeling their weight, gently squeezing them and rolling them between your fingers, they have another load for you don't they?? Don't they?? Please let them be ready to breed you again, please let them be full again. You lick and suckle and gently take one in your teeth and you instantly feel my hips buck and another groan turn into a growl from me. You moan again, mouth full of me, and you look up at me, past my swelling cock, hot and heavy on your face. We both know it's time to fuck you again, use you again, fill you again, breed you again.
I pull up this time, lifting your head, pulling my balls out of your mouth with a wet pop. You let out another unhappy mewl again as I've twice now taken away your treat, but you know you're about to get something better.
You brace your hands on my chest and push up as well, feeling my cock rise up under your hips and stand there, pulsing, and you look into my eyes as my hand slides down from your head to join the other on your hips.
There's no light in either of our eyes – mine dark and hungry, yours wide and needy – and then I pull you down onto my cock and you let out a gasping scream as you feel me fill you completely at the same time as you feel that rumbling groan in your hands. You dig your nails in and feel it get heavier, louder, feel my cock jump inside you, feel the excess cum get pushed out of you and start leaking down your thighs, down my hips, and then I'm thrusting into you again.
I don't pull out any more, I'm holding your hips tight to me, just shoving my dick up into your body over and over, rotating and twisting to feel every inch of you, trying to shove my cum somehow deeper into you. Just because it's impossible doesn't mean I can't try, and oh god does feel so good as I find the deep spots inside you that fill your vision with sparks and force those intoxicating squeaks out of you, and you can feel the rumble in your hands build into a snarl.
You're grinding your hips now, rocking unconsciously, panting and moaning and begging and pleading, please please please please PLEASE breed breed breed BREED, you're holding on to whatever scraps of strength as each word out of your mouth makes me growl louder, slam my cock in harder. I can't take it any more, I'm barking and roaring and snapping my teeth and shoving you into the air as my balls pump you full again, overfull, more and more and you were already full to leaking, now another load, hot and heavy, more and more with each additional thrust your clenching pussy and screaming voice and digging nails pull out of me, until at last I lower my hips back down to let you collapse forward on my chest and you feel the heavy, rushing, rumbling sound of my breath in my chest quietly start sweeping away anything that's left of your mind, you're exhausted and electric and breathless and sore and above all bred – exactly what you wanted when you started teasing the beast down the hill.