"Run simulations! Calculate hostilesā probable egress routes! Traffic cams, feedsā everything!"
My voice was a guttural growl against her neck, sweat stinging my eyes as I slammed into her, my thighs burning with the effort of holding her suspended off the bed while fucking like a jackhammer.
Amanda was oblivious to the tactical storm raging in my head. Her world had narrowed to the thick cock ruining her cunt.
"YES! FUCK ME! JUST LIKE THAT!" she shrieked, her spine bending impossibly, back arched as she ground down onto me.
SHUNK! SHUNK! SHUNK!
The sound was grotesque, wet, violent, flesh meeting flesh at a speed that blurred the senses. The bed frame shrieked in protest, the headboard hammering a frantic, panicked rhythm against the wall.
Amanda shrieked, a sound of pure, unleashed agony and ecstasy. "YES! YES! YES! LIKE THAT! FUCKING DESTROY ME!" Her back arched into an impossible curve, her head thrown back, tendons straining in her neck.
Her inner walls, already quivering, suddenly
convulsed
. Not a flutter ā a violent, rhythmic
clamping
, a viselike spasm that gripped my cock like a fist trying to strangle it. "EROS! OH GOD! IāMā!"
"Iām coming! Oh god, Eros, Iām coming!" Her pussy fluttered, then
convulsed
around me, a milking, sucking grip that made my vision blur. I felt the first hot gush of her release flood my cock.
"Master," ARIA pressed, urgency sharp as a razor. "Hostile vehicle spotted loading at service exit. Probability Margaret is inside: 97%. You have seconds."
"ARIA, plot intercept course!" I roared mentally, even as my body did the unthinkable.
Amanda was beneath me. Around me.
Consuming
me. Her pussy, already a fluttering, clenching vice of ecstasy, suddenly snapped into
violent
convulsions as her peak hit like a tsunami. The world narrowed to a blinding point: her.
I fucked her faster.
Harder. Deeper.
Faster.
A transcendence of human motion. My hips became a piston forged in a supernova, a blur of relentless, driving force.
Slap-slap-slap-SLAP-SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
The sound ceased to be flesh on flesh; it was a machine gun firing pure sensation, a physical staccato echoing off the high ceilings, drowning out everything but the frantic drumbeat of our union. Her cunt, in the throes of orgasmic seizure, gripped me like liquid lightning, rippling walls squeezing, milking, trying to trap the piston hammering into its core.
And then... the scream.
It wasnāt just sound. It was an eruption. Torn from the deepest, most vulnerable vault of her being, amplified by the unbearable overload of pleasure being
pounded
into her. It ripped through the room, raw and primal, a high, keening
shriek
that shattered the air like glass hitting stone. It wasnāt pain; it was the sound of a mind
breaking
under the wave, a body utterly
annihilated
by sensation.
It scraped against the nerves, a living thing filling the space, drowning out the imagined alarms screaming in my own head.
"AHHHHHHHā!" EEEEEā! YES! YES! YESāFUCKāEROSā!" The words were shredded, unintelligible fragments torn from the core of the scream itself.
Her body became a wild, bucking
thing
in my arms, a bronco trying to throw off the rider destroying it. Her spine arched so violently, head thrown back, tendons standing like cables on her neck, veins pulsing at her temples. Her hands, claws now, scrabbled frantically at my back, tearing at them, then flew up to rake down my sweating back, adding new, fiery streaks to the old ones, marking me as hers as I marked her as broken.
Her legs, locked around my hips, tightened into a vise of muscle and trembling flesh, pulling me impossibly deeper into the maelstrom of her own release, even as my brutal pace continued its
relentless
, punishing rhythm.
SHUNK-SHUNK-SHUNK-SHUNK!
Her scream reached a crescendo, a thin, reedy wail that spoke of utter devastation, of being fucked so thoroughly, so relentlessly, through the peak before her orgasm that it ceased to be pleasure and became a kind of terrifying, glorious obliteration.
Tears streamed from her wide, sightless eyes, not of sorrow, but of pure, unadulterated overload, her mouth open in a silent, gaping O as the scream finally gave out, leaving only ragged, wet gasps and the rhythmic, wet thwack-thwack-thwack of my piston driving into the soaking, quivering ruins of her ruined pussy that clenched me.
My free hand slammed down on her clit, rubbing furious, punishing circles exactly as my cock head hammered against her cervix. The dual assault was nuclear.
"NOW, AMANDA! SQUIRT FOR ME!"
Her scream tore through the penthouse, shattering glass in its intensity.
"AHHHHHHHH~~~!"
Her body went rigid, then erupted. Hot liquid
gushed
out around my pistoning cock, a violent, messy torrent that sprayed my thighs, soaked the crushed rose petals beneath our feet, and dripped down my balls in thick, sticky rivers.
Her inner walls clamped down in a
vise-like
, rhythmic spasm, milking me ruthlessly, her orgasm tearing through her unstoppable as I fucked straight through it, prolonging the agony and ecstasy.
"EROS! YES! FILL ME! OWN ME!"
"Master! Her fiancƩ is coming..." ARIA started, the warning crystalline.
Too late.
The bedroom door exploded inward, splinters flying. Harold stood framed in the doorway, face contorted in disbelief, eyes bulging like boiled eggs. The expensive champagne heād been holding slipped from his nerveless fingers, shattering on the marble floor like the remnants of his future.
"WTF, AMANDA!"
His voice was a strangled, high-pitched shriek of pure horror.
Amanda was still in the throes, her last, powerful spasm ripping through her. Her cunt gave one final, crushing
squeeze
around my cock as the last jet of her release spurted out, hitting the silk sheets beside Haroldās ruined roses.
She tilted her head back, looking at her fiancƩ over my shoulder, her face a mask of sweat, tears, and utter, radiant release. A slow, triumphant, utterly fucked-out smile spread across her lips.
Then, boneless, spent, her smile still firmly in place, she collapsed backward in my hands. My cock slipped out of her with a wet
pop
, glistening with her thick cum.
Harold stared, frozen, at the sight: his fiancĆ©e, naked, ravaged, lying amidst his honeymoon roses with another manās essence dripping from her swollen, red cunt, her diamond engagement ring glinting defiantly on the hand sheād used to claw her loverās back.
Didnāt let the fool see my cock though, that was only for my women!
ARIAās voice cut through the stunned silence. "Master, hostile vehicle departing. Margaret confirmed aboard. Final intercept window closing... now."