In the dimly lit room, she lay spread-eagled on the bed, her body aching with desire, every nerve ending yearning for the touch of his rough hands. He stood beside her, his eyes burning with an insatiable hunger that matched her own. He was a wild beast, untamed and primal, a creature of lust and longing. Her name was Cassandra, but to him she would always be just one more conquest in the endless quest for satisfaction.
As he approached her, she could feel his breathing becoming heavier, his body trembling with anticipation. His hands reached out to touch her, tracing the contours of her curves as if mapping an uncharted territory. She gasped as his fingers slipped between her legs, finding her wet and aching, ready for his command.
He knew she was ready, but he wanted more, needed more. So, he pulled back, leaving her hungry and aching for his touch. Her eyes were pleading, filled with longing and desperation, begging him to take what was rightfully his. But he remained defiant, unwilling to give in to her desires so easily.
Instead, he stepped away from the bed, removing his shirt in one swift motion. His chest glistened with sweat, the muscles taut and defined under his skin. As she watched him, her eyes followed every movement, every flex of his powerful body. He knew he had her captivated, that she was at his mercy.
He approached her once more, this time baring his hard, throbbing cock before her. It stood erect and proud, a testament to his dominance and power. She could feel herself trembling in anticipation, her pussy throbbing in response to the sight of him. As she reached out to touch him, he stopped her hand, his voice a low growl as he warned her not to dare to touch it without permission.
He moved away from her again, leaving her to stew in her own desire, her body yearning for the release that could only be provided by him. Her eyes followed him as he paced the room, his movements fluid and graceful, a predator stalking its prey. When he returned, it was with newfound purpose, a fire burning in his eyes.
He pulled her to the edge of the bed, forcing her to kneel before him, her face level with his cock. She could feel herself salivating as she prepared to take him into her mouth, her tongue eager to taste and explore the flesh that had held such power over her. As she opened her lips wide, he thrust himself deep inside her mouth, his cock filling her completely, stretching her throat in a way that both hurt and thrilled her at once.
Her hands gripped his hips as he fucked her face, his thrusts becoming more erratic with each passing moment. She could feel herself gagging on him, her body responding to the rough treatment she was receiving. He didn't care about her comfort, however; all that mattered was the pleasure he was deriving from this brutal display of power.
When he finally pulled out, she could feel the saliva dripping down her chin, a testament to his dominance and control over her body. She longed to taste herself on him, but instead, he pushed her onto her back, spreading her legs wide as he positioned himself above her.
He entered her in one swift thrust, his cock filling her completely as she cried out in pain and pleasure. He didn't pause, though, not even for a moment. Instead, he began to pound into her, his thrusts becoming harder and faster with each passing second.
She could feel herself being stretched to the limit, her pussy aching and throbbing around him as he continued his assault on her body. He didn't care about her pleasure, however; all that mattered was the release that awaited him at the end of this brutal display of power.
As he reached the crescendo, she could feel herself teetering on the edge of ecstasy, her orgasm building inside her as his body tensed and he began to spill his seed deep within her. She screamed in pleasure as her own orgasm exploded within her, a wave of sensation washing over her as he continued to thrust into her, drawing out every last drop of pleasure from their bodies.
In the aftermath, she lay there, breathless and spent, her body glistening with sweat and cum. He had taken what was rightfully his, leaving her to wallow in the remnants of his conquest. But as she lay there, she knew that this wasn't the end; it was only the beginning of their twisted game of power and pleasure.