Your Boyfriend Isn’t Just Fucking You—he’s Ruining You.

Your boyfriend isn’t just fucking you—he’s ruining you.

Face down, ass up, knees burning against the mattress, you're barely holding yourself up anymore. Your arms gave out five minutes ago, but that didn’t stop him—nothing ever does when he’s in one of his moods.

His pace is relentless, deep, punishing, like he’s got something to prove, like he wants to break you. His cock slams into your cunt over and over again, stretching you open, forcing you to take him, to keep taking him, even though your body is shaking, even though you’re gasping for air between sobs.

“Oh, what happened to all that mouth, huh?” he taunted, voice sharp, mocking. His hand came down hard against your ass, making you whimper. “Talked all that shit—now look at you. Crying like a dumb little whore. Where’d that attitude go, baby?”

You can’t even answer. Your mouth is open, but all that comes out is a broken moan, spit dribbling down your chin as he fucks you so deep your toes curl.

“That’s what I thought,” he chuckles darkly, snapping his hips forward harder, making you jolt with every thrust. “You begged for this. Begged me to stretch you out , begged me to fuck you so dumb you couldn’t even think.”

And he is.

Your thoughts are mush, your body isn’t your own anymore—it’s his, only his, to use however he wants. And he knows it.

His hand snakes down, fingers finding your clit, rubbing harsh circles over the swollen, throbbing bud. The shock of pleasure makes you scream, legs kicking out as you try to squirm away, but he only tightens his grip on your hair, keeping you still.

“Nuh-uh, baby. You take what I give you,” he grunts, drilling into you harder, each stroke punching moans out of your lungs. “I think you can give me one more, can't you baby?”

Tears spill from your eyes, wetting the sheets beneath you. “P-please—”

“Please what?” he taunts, leaning over you, pressing his chest against your back, breath hot against your ear. “Please don’t make you cum again? Please don’t keep wrecking this pretty pussy?”

Your body betrays you, clenching around him, sucking him in even deeper.

“Oh, fuck,” he groans, hips stuttering for a moment before he collects himself, hand smacking against your ass, the sting making you yelp. “That’s it, baby. Get nice and tight for me—gonna make you cum so hard you forget your own name.”

You’re already there. Already gone, falling apart, nails clawing at the sheets as the pleasure builds too fast, too intense, too much—

And then you break.

Your whole body seizes, pleasure detonating through you in sharp, white-hot waves. You sob, scream, legs kicking weakly as your cunt milks his cock, tightening so much it hurts.

“Shit, look at you,” he groans, watching as your body spasms, as you sob through your orgasm. “Such a messy little thing. You love this, don’t you? ”

You’re too wrecked to answer, too lost in the feeling of him still pounding into you, using your body even as you tremble through your orgasm.

His thrusts grow erratic, deeper, needier.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck—”

With a sharp growl, he slams deep one last time, shoving his cock in to the hilt as he fills you, thick ropes of cum spilling inside your ruined pussy.

For a moment, all you hear is the sound of his heavy breathing, the rapid pound of your own heartbeat in your ears.

Then—

“Damn, baby,” he huffs, pressing a wet kiss to your shoulder. “You good?”

You can’t even move. Can’t even think. All you can do is lay there, gasping, legs still twitching from aftershocks.

He laughs. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

His fingers drag through the mess between your thighs, smearing his cum along your puffy folds. “Hope you didn’t think we were done.”

And before you can even catch your breath, he’s flipping you over, pushing your knees to your chest, spreading you open to ruin you all over again.