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"You like that, you filthy little slut? Going out there, letting so other girl shield you like you're hers? Take it, Noah, fucking take it!" She growled, her voice raw with dominance as she slamd down on , my cock sliding in and out of her tight, wet heat with every brutal thrust.
"How fucking dare you even look at another girl!" she spat, her hips grinding harder, each movent making squirm beneath her. I moaned helplessly, trapped under the vice-like grip of her cunt, every roll of her body sending waves of raw pleasure through . "I'm... sorry..." I gasped between her relentless thrusts, my voice breaking as tears stread down my face onto the sheets. Not tears of pain or sadness—just pure, overwhelming ecstasy, spilling out of as she reclaid completely.
"I'll let you... ughh~ hang out... with her..." she growled, her hands tightening around my neck, forcing my gaze to lock with hers. I struggled to keep my eyes from rolling back in my head as the intensity built. "But don't you dare fucking touch her. Or let her... touch you," she commanded, punctuating her words with a sharp, deep thrust that made gasp in pain and pleasure.
"Ohh~" I whimpered, the ache mixing with raw need as my cock throbbed, so hard I thought it might burst. "More please, Elara..." I begged, my voice trembling with desperation.
The way her tight cunt gripped , combined with the unrelenting pressure of her hands on my neck, was beyond anything I'd ever felt. Yet, a hungry ache gnawed at , craving sothing more, sothing rawer. "Please, Elara, hit . Mark . Make everyone see I'm claid, used. Let them know my cock belongs to you and only you," I gasped, my voice ragged as my throbbing shaft pulsed inside her, drawing a low, primal moan from her lips.
"You want that, huh? You want Mommy to fucking brand you?" she snarled, her tone fierce and possessive. Without hesitation, her hand cracked across my face, a sharp slap that left my cheek stinging, numb, and burning red. Perfect. Her fingers dug deeper into my throat, squeezing with ruthless intent, and I knew bruises were blooming under her grip—visible proof of her ownership. She thrust harder, her body slamming against mine, each movent a claim. "Look at you, all marked up. Everyone's gonna know you're mine, you little slut," she growled, her breath hot against my ear as she tightened her hold even more, making my head spin with a dizzying mix of pain and need.
"Open," she ordered sharply, her grip tight on my jaw, prying it apart without giving a chance to resist. She leaned in, her eyes locked on mine, and spat directly into my mouth, her saliva claiming , a piece of her now inside , marking in the most intimate way.
Another harsh slap stung my face, the heat blooming across my cheek as she picked up her pace, her hips slamming into with brutal force. The raw power of her movents ripped grunts from both of us, the sound of our desperation filling the air. Fuck, I loved it when she completely destroyed like this. I was utterly ruined, shattered, molded just for her—my body, my mind, nothing but hers to break and rebuild.
Her lips crashed into mine, sealing our mouths together in a hungry, possessive kiss. She fucked harder, rougher, exactly the way I craved, her tongue dominating mine as her body pounded into submission. "You're mine, you hear ?" she growled against my lips, her breath hot and ragged. "No one else gets to fucking touch you like this." Her hands tightened on , one still on my jaw, the other digging into my neck, as she drove into with unrelenting force, every thrust a declaration of ownership.
"Say it... say you're mine." Elara halted her thrusts, her piercing gaze locking with mine. Her hand ca down hard on my hip, a sharp sting radiating through as a whimper slipped from my lips.
"I'm... yours, Elara. Fuck, I'm yours, completely yours." My voice trembled with desperation. She slapped my hip again, harder this ti, pulling a louder yelp from deep in my throat. "Say it to that bitch Sara. I want her to hear it. I want her to know who owns you," she growled, her tone dripping with possession. Her fingers tightened around my neck, the pressure almost making my vision blur, but it only made fall deeper for her. I craved the way she marked , the bruises she left as proof of her claim.
"I'm Elara's. I'm all Elara's! Sara could never do this. Sara could never fuck like this. I'm yours, Mommy... please, I'm begging you, fuck ... please, don't stop." My words ca out in a breathless rush, my body aching for her to move again.
Elara smirked, her grip on my neck loosening just enough for to gasp in a ragged breath. "That's right, baby. Let her hear how much you need ." She leaned down, her lips brushing against my ear as she whispered, "I'm gonna destroy you." Her hand slid down my side, nails digging into my skin, leaving trails of heat as she started to thrust again, slow and deliberate, making feel every inch of her control.
"I'm gonna fucking cum, Noah, take it..." Elara grunted, her voice raw with intensity as she drove into with one final, powerful thrust. Her back arched, her body trembling as she exploded, her release coating my dick. I felt the heat, the slickness, but I wasn't anywhere close to my own edge.
She must've sensed it, though, because she didn't stop. Her hips kept moving, relentless, each thrust dragging a wave of pleasure through . My back arched off the bed, my hands gripping the sheets as a desperate moan escaped my lips. "Mommy~"
"Shh, baby, I've got you," she growled, her breath heavy but her pace unyielding. Her hands gripped my hips, fingers digging into my skin, holding in place as she fucked harder, her eyes locked on mine with a possessive hunger. "You're not done until I say so. You're gonna cum for , aren't you? Gonna give Mommy everything?"
I could barely nod, my body shaking under her control, the pressure building with every brutal thrust. Her sweat-slicked skin pressed against mine, her chest heaving as she leaned down, her lips brushing my ear. "That's it, Noah. Let go. I want to feel you lose it for ." Her voice was a low, commanding whisper, and it pushed closer, my moans growing louder, more frantic, as she kept driving into , determined to pull every last shudder from my body.
I was trembling, my voice ragged as I pleaded, "I'm so close... harder, please... Mommy, I need it so fucking badly..." My hands reached up, desperate for her, and Elara's lips smashed against mine with a hungry force. Her body slamd into with a couple more brutal, bone-shaking thrusts, pushing over the edge. My cock pulsed uncontrollably, shooting thick, hot ropes deep inside her, each wave of pleasure ripping a loud groan from my throat. My moans echoed in the room, raw and unrestrained, until Elara's hand clamped over my mouth, muffling .
"Jesus Christ, Noah, keep it down. So people are actually sleeping," she hissed, her tone sharp but laced with a smirk. Her hips didn't stop, though. She kept bucking against , slow and deliberate, drawing out every last drop of cum from , her inner walls gripping tight like she refused to let go.
"You did so well for Mommy," she murmured, her voice softening as she leaned down, her breath hot against my ear. "I love you, Noah." She pressed one more lingering kiss to my lips, her tongue teasing mine for a brief, intoxicating mont before she pulled back, leaving panting and spent beneath her.
Elara rolled to the side, collapsing beside on the tangled sheets, her body still radiating heat from our exertion. She pulled into her embrace, her arms wrapping around with a strength that felt both fierce and tender. I lted into her, feeling like a prince shielded by his unwavering knight. My chest heaved with ragged breaths in her tight hold, the rise and fall of my body syncing with hers. I let my eyes flutter shut, a deep sense of peace washing over as our naked skin pressed together—such a simple intimacy, yet it made my heart swell with an overwhelming sense of being cherished. God, this woman was just so... everything.
"Go to sleep, Noah. Mommy's got you," Elara whispered, her voice a soft caress in the quiet room. She leaned in, pressing one final kiss to my lips, her mouth lingering just long enough to make my pulse skip before she pulled back. I exhaled, surrendering completely, and let myself sink into the comforting darkness, safe in her arms.
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(Elara pov)
After what felt like forty minutes, he was completely out, lost in a deep, heavy sleep. I carefully slid out of bed, my movents slow and deliberate, making sure not to disturb him. I gently pressed his face deeper into the pillow, just enough to muffle any chance of him stirring. Thankfully, he didn't budge, his breathing remaining steady and oblivious.
I crept across the room to the secret cara I'd hidden beneath my monitor. It was strategically positioned, angled just right to capture everything in front of us—our recent intimate mont we'd shared. Tucked away where no one would ever think to look. I popped it out of its hiding spot, the tiny device cool in my hand, and connected it to my pc with a quiet click.
As the footage began importing, I stared at the screen, a rush of satisfaction curling through . The video was crystal clear—every angle, every detail, exactly as I'd planned. This was fucking perfect. Sara was going to lose her mind when she saw this. Such a nosy, vindictive little snake, spreading her lies and gossip like she owned the damn world. But this? This was my ace.
"Fucking bitch," I muttered under my breath, my voice low and venomous as the progress bar ticked forward. "Think you can just sling your shit around and walk away? Let's see how you like it when I drag you through the mud. You'll wish you'd kept your mouth shut when you're crying in so filthy ditch."
I leaned back in my chair, watching the last of the footage load, a smirk tugging at my lips. This wasn't just revenge—it was a goddamn masterpiece.
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