Chapter 938: Railing Patt (r-18)

I didn’t wait for her to beg again, she didn’t have to—but she did anyway, her voice already wrecked and pussy but Patt wanted more, her body still adjusting to the impossible stretch of my increased girth buried inside her starving cunt.

Her legs already spread wider on the bed—thighs trembling violently, pussy glistening and gaping around my thick shaft, entrance fluttering in desperate aftershocks from the slow push, leaking a slow, steady trickle of cream that mixed with my precum and ran down my balls onto the sheets.

I was already inside her—

seven brutal inches

reshaping her neglected walls, veins pulsing against her rippling heat—but I held still for one torturous heartbeat, letting her feel the burn, the fullness, the promise of destruction.

She stared up at me—eyes wide, lips parted, chest rising and falling in frantic rhythm—knowing exactly what was coming next.

"Eros..." she whispered, voice hoarse, trembling with equal parts fear and feral hunger. "You’re already tearing me apart... and I want more. I want it to hurt deeper. I want you to rail me until I can’t walk tomorrow."

I was sure she won’t be able to walk tomorrow but neither of us cared about the future now.

I gripped her thighs harder—fingers sinking deep into the plush, marked flesh—and wrenched her even wider.

I brought them up and her knees hooked over my elbows, ass lifting slightly off the bed, pussy clenching greedily around the half-buried length like it was terrified I’d pull out. The small, pink entrance—already stretched pale at the edges—winked once more around my girth, leaking another bead of cream that slid down her perineum in a slow, shiny trail.

Her moan came instantly—long, broken, shuddering—"Ahhh—

yes

—deeper—!" The fullness alone made her entrance flutter hard—trying to suck me further in with greedy little spasms. Fresh slick welled up around the seal, coating my shaft in glossy heat.

I didn’t ease in, we were past that.

I instead

slammed

deeper—relentless—burying the rest in one brutal thrust that forced her walls to yield completely. Her entrance burned white-hot around the base, the delicate skin flushing deep crimson as it clamped desperately around my full girth.

A wet, obscene

schlick

filled the room as her slick surged out around the seal, running in thick rivulets down my balls and dripping onto the sheets beneath her ass in messy plops.

"Aaaaah—

fuck

—

fuck

—you’re tearing me deeper—oh my god it’s

splitting

me wide—!" she screamed, voice raw and loud enough to risk waking the child sleeping feet away. Tears streamed down her eyes instantly—pain exploding brighter, pleasure twisting underneath like wildfire.

Her pussy looked pornographically obscene stretched around my full length: outer lips pulled paper-thin and pale at the stretched rim, then blooming dark rose as they clung wetly to the thick shaft.

Her

long inner folds

—crimson, ruffled, swollen—were dragged outward and plastered flat against my girth like wet silk ribbons, fluttering helplessly with every tiny twitch of her body. Her clit

throbbed

untouched above the brutal stretch—swollen dark cherry—jumping violently with every heartbeat.

Her nails raked down my arms—deep, frantic—digging bloody crescent moons into my skin. She clawed at my shoulders, my neck, trying to find any anchor as her body fought and welcomed the deeper invasion in the same ragged breath.

"

Too big

—

too fucking deep

—Eros—ahhh—it hurts—it hurts so fucking

good

—don’t stop—

rail

me harder... fuck—!"

I didn’t stop.

I pulled back almost to the head—slow enough for her to feel every ridge scraping her oversensitive walls—then

slammed

forward again, burying myself to the hilt. The wet

SLAP

of my hips against her ass rang out louder than her scream.

Her entrance spasmed hard—clenching like a vice around the thick base, forcing fresh gushes of cream to spray out around my cock in hot, messy jets that splattered my thighs, her thighs, the bed.

"AHHH—

FUCK

—

PETER

—

TOO DEEP

—IT’S TEARING ME APART—

YES

—

HARDER

—!" Her voice fractured into raw, animal wails—loud enough to rattle the windows.

Tears streamed down her face; her mouth hung open in a constant drooling scream of pleasure-pain-ecstasy. Her clit throbbed untouched above the brutal stretch—swollen dark and desperate—jumping with every deep thrust.

I railed her... she was my woman now so, I better give a taste of what the future sex held with me sooner. Right?

Deep.

Faster

.

Harder

. Hips snapping forward in punishing, machine-gun strokes that lifted her ass clean off the bed before slamming her back down.

Each thrust forced a wet, filthy

schlick-schlick-schlick-schlick

that filled the room like obscene percussion, punctuated by the sharp, rhythmic

slap-slap-slap

of my heavy balls smacking her soaked perineum and the wet

smack

of skin on skin echoing off the walls.

Her entrance gripped me like a fist on every upstroke—thin ring clinging, fluttering, trying to hold me captive—then stretched impossibly wider on the downstroke, taking me deeper until the fat head battered against her cervix with every brutal plunge, making her whole body jolt.

Her breasts bounced and giggled wildly against my chest—medium tits heaving, nipples stiff and dark, slapping softly against my skin with every thrust. Her round ass jiggled and rippled under the impacts, red handprints glowing brighter with each collision.

Fuck, she her starved cunt feels incredible—hot, velvet walls sucking me like they’ve been waiting years for this stretch. Every spasm milks my veins, every flutter pulls me deeper. She’s so tight yet so greedy, reshaping around my size like she was built for it.

Should I thank men who neglected their women... because when I liberated them, I feels incredible each single time.

I Focused on matters at hand, which was refusing to touch her clit.

I kept fucking her—

deeper

,

faster

, hips pistoning in a brutal rhythm that made the heavy bed creak and groan beneath us.

Each withdrawal dragged her inner folds outward in clinging, fluttering ribbons; each plunge forced them back inside, stretching her wider, reshaping her around my exact girth. Her entrance spasmed visibly around me—thin ring fluttering, clenching, leaking fresh cream in rhythmic pulses that matched her screams.

"Scream louder," I growled against her ear, teeth grazing the lobe. "Let the whole fucking hotel know who owns this tight little cunt now."

She obeyed.

Her voice shattered into a continuous, animal wail—"EROS—

EROS

—

FUCK ME

—

HARDER

—

DEEPER

—

OWN ME

—

BREAK ME

—

I’M YOURS

—

I’M YOURS FOREVER

—!"—loud, raw, echoing through the bedroom like thunder.

I hope my little Rory doesn’t wake up because of this... I didn’t want to see me conquering another one of already her so many aunts.

It felt like Patt had the same thoughts and that alone... her pussy clamped down hard—walls rippling in violent spasms—as the full

orgasm

ripped through her overstretched core.

Slick

squirted

out around my pounding cock in forceful, hot jets—spraying my stomach, her thighs, the sheets in messy arcs. Her entrance fluttered wildly around me—thin ring clenching and releasing in frantic spasms, milking every veined inch as her body convulsed beneath me.

She was coming so hard her walls are trying to crush me—thick, syrupy slick flooding everywhere, that mature musk filling the room. Her cunt’s never felt anything this big running wild inside it, and it’s loving every brutal second.

I could fuck her like this

forever.

I didn’t slow.

I flipped her legs up—hooked her ankles over my shoulders, thighs squeezed tight against my chest so her knees pressed to her tits, folding her in half. The new angle let me drive

deeper

—cock slamming straight down into her core with every brutal thrust.

Her ass lifted higher, pussy presented at the perfect angle for destruction. The

slap-slap-slap

of skin on skin grew louder, wetter—my balls smacking her soaked cheeks, her giggling tits bouncing trapped between us, nipples scraping my chest.

I railed her faster—

frenzied now

—cock running amok inside her, pistoning in and out so rapidly the wet sounds blurred into one continuous filthy symphony.

Her entrance stretched obscenely around me—thin ring turning pale then crimson with every lightning-fast plunge, inner walls dragged out and shoved back in rhythmic flashes. Cream frothed around the base of my shaft, bubbling out with every withdrawal, splattering everywhere in messy white foam.

"

Deeper

—

fuck

—

yes

—

rail

my cunt—

own

it—while she sleeps—

fuck

—I’m coming again—

coming

—

coming

—!" she sobbed, voice wrecked, body shaking violently—thighs quivering against my chest, ass jiggling with every impact, tits giggling helplessly.

Another orgasm tore through her—harder, wetter—squirting in forceful arcs that soaked my abs, her stomach, the bed. Her pussy clamped like a vice—walls rippling, fluttering, milking me in desperate waves as her whole body convulsed, tears streaming, screams fracturing into hoarse whimpers.

The bed creaked louder. The headboard

thud-thud-thudded

against the wall in frantic rhythm. Rory stirred once—small murmur in her sleep, tiny shift under the duvet—but didn’t wake.

And I kept fucking her—

deep

,

fast

,

hard

—giving her starved cunt exactly what it had begged for, claiming every inch while her daughter dreamed inches away.