The tip of his dick pressed in ever so slightly, finally denting the ring of muscle trying to keep him out.
With a guttural grunt and a painful tightening of his hold on my hip, he pushed hard.
In that position, I had no way to clench against him.
He sunk the huge, blunt head of his tool and a couple of inches of thick, hard meat into me with that first thrust.
The pain was worse than my first time, since he’d not bothered to prepare me; I offered less resistance, since I’d grown used to having a man inside me in my time with Smoke. He ripped me open wide and fast as I screamed against the sheets and then panted for breath as he started to withdraw… only to swing his hips forward again, impaling me deeper.
I gave up screaming and started squirming, trying to find purchase to get away from him. He held me fast with both hands on my hips; I could not escape as he pummeled into me. He’d withdraw an inch or two, and then thrust in again hard and fast and deeper, drawing a new gasp and painful cry from me at each push.
He had pushed me onto the bed, his attack forcing me to my knees on the mattress and pressing my head down against the sheets as he kneeled behind me and continued to lunge deeper into my battered ass.
My cheek pressed to the bed and hands clenched in the sheets, I finally stopped struggling to get away and tried to relax.
The torn muscles straining around his shaft burned. I could feel him filling me, every vein and ridge straining my insides as he moved deeper inside with each grunt and thrust. My ears were filled by my heartbeat and the drone of his grunting and whispers; I could taste the salt of a tear on my lips and feel his fingers pressed deep into my flesh at hip and butt cheek.
He pushed one more time and I felt the thick mat of his pubic hair caress my flesh.
Once more, his grunt synchronized to my groan, and his hipbone pressed against my butt cheeks, his balls swinging against mine as he finally managed to bury himself in me to the hilt.
I was at his mercy, his thick man meat buried deep inside me and his hands pinning me to the bed. The pain burned bright, long tendrils of agony up my spine and wrapped around his shaft.
And I was rock hard against the pillows and sheets, a warm dampness against my groin from my own pre-cum. I enjoyed the powerless feeling, liked being used and surrendering control so totally even as I gritted my teeth against the pain.
He ground against me, stretching my mauled hole around his girth with every rocking motion of his hips as I squirmed and whimpered. Then he withdrew slowly, pulling out almost half way before pushing back into my burning flesh and ripping me open further with little shoves and rolling thrusts against my weary brown-eye.
For the next few eternal minutes he pummeled me into total submission.
He would withdraw slowly and then slam into me hard and fast.
His hips pressed against my tender ass, he’d twist and push while I writhed and groaned under him. I scrabbled at the sheets, fists clenched around the cotton; he held me firmly, my hips bruising under his grip.
Every time he impaled me, my balls tightened and my cock throbbed.
When my nerves finally numbed under his assault I could feel him filling me up completely with an occasional jab of pain as he ripped into me.
I started moaning against the sweat and tear-damp sheets and pushing back to meet his thrusts. I tasted salt on my lips, breathed in sex and musk and heard only the rhythmic slap-and-grunt of flesh meeting flesh as he fucked me.
His long strokes and hard thrusts turned to more urgent, vicious stabs and his breathing quickened as he grew even harder and swollen inside me. He tensed up, growling, and pulled me back hard against his hips; he panted and groaned and then held still.
He let out a drawn out moan as he paused, his cock buried to the base in me- I could feel him pulse and spasm against my insides, his coarse pubic hair scratching my red and tender ass cheeks.
He relaxed at last and pulled out from my battered flesh with a low, wet sound. We were both panting and my legs were trembling- I had been near, so near to climax; my balls ached with pent up pressure and my cock felt ready to burst.
Then he flipped me on my back with a sudden twist, rolling me off the pile of bedding as my legs finally collapsed. My eyes widened in surprise as I looked up at him.
His cock was still hard, dripping with a pearly wetness that was streaked with red- I could feel his seed leaking out in a warm, slow caress down my crease. A thin sheen of sweat made his dark skin gleam in the light as he kneeled on the edge of the bed and pulled my legs up and out to wrap around his waist.
My bruised entrance was still gaping from our screwing. He bumped and rubbed his slick head between my cheeks for a few seconds before finding his way in and pushing past my aching ring with a low moan. I groaned as the new angle made him brush against new nerves and push in even deeper than before, my legs tightening around his waist involuntarily and drawing him deeper.
He let his weight sink his whole shaft into my flesh. I panted and clenched my eyes at the ripples of renewed pain; it was an effort to breathe as he pinned me down and ground his hips against mine.
He straightened and rested his hands on my waist. My legs were draped high around his hips as he withdrew about halfway before plunging back into my ass. As he started pounding into me, I cried out. Waves of pain and flashes of pleasure ran up my nerves as he settled into a hard rhythm that slapped my own engorged cock against my stomach. The smack of flesh on flesh was a faint undertone to the blood rushing in my ears and my broken breathing.
I reached down and grabbed my cock to keep it from lurching painfully around; I moaned as his pummeling yanked my hand up and down my swollen shaft. Almost reflexively I started jerking off in time to his thrusts.
He mumbled encouragement and increased his pace as my flesh tightened around him in response to the new stimulation. I groaned through gritted teeth, pumping my hand faster as my ass squeezed his meat while he fucked me.
His quickening thrusts made me beat off more urgently.
With every plunge of his cock, he filled me up- a dull ache of pressure against my torn and numbed nerves. Again and again he pummeled me, the occasional slice of pain or ripple of pleasure sliding up my spine and making my balls swell and ache, adding to the roiling sensation at the base of my dick.
As I jerked off more urgently, I clenched harder and faster around his shaft.
I was poised between pleasure and pain, my orgasm approaching fast as I pumped my hot, damp shaft at the same pace as he pummeled my burning ass. I tensed up and arched on the bed, pulling him deeper with my legs around his waist and milking his cock with the spasms of my asshole.
“Fuck,” I panted, “I’m coming…”
“That’s right, bitch, cum for me, fucking cum for me.” He closed his eyes and rode me with hard and furious thrusts. I clenched my teeth as I cried out and clenched my hole around his rod as I came.