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Shit! How much of her cunt would he fuck with that monster? Elena scissored her arms together, pressing her tits into one another and pushing their lowermost curves against the burning length of Cannon’s endowment. She squeezed the knob inside the bottom of her cleavage and felt her décolletage grow wet with his need for her.

“I—I can’t do it!” Elena mewled when he stopped kissing her. “It’s too much for me!”

“You’ll manage,” Cannon told her, and the confident assertion rang the same note as a threat. “It’ll be easy, Elena, real easy. All you have to do is take it.”

He pushed her towards the couch so firmly he was practically carrying there, until he lay her flat across its cushions and stood over her. Elena stared up at him, her eyes occupied by the cock looming above her. Like some rodent hypnotized by the snake that was about to eat it, she reached out to his manhood and was touching it. That seemed to jar her out of her fugue. It filled her hand and stuck out of her fist.

“Oh! Oh, Cannon! No! I can’t!”

“You will, though,” he asserted, sitting on the couch with her supine body. “You’ll take it and you’ll take it hard.”

He ran his hands over her curves, feeling her thighs, feeling between her legs, one deft finger rubbing at her slit repeatedly. Not trying to enter her, just exciting her to the point that her wetness soaked her pubic thatch. There was no pretending she was any less eager than him.

His face dropped down to her belly, nuzzling the luscious contours of it. It was quivering; Cannon couldn’t help but think that the dipping emptiness inside was waiting to receive his cock, to bulge with its heft. His tongue stabbed deep into the dimple of her navel, then moved up to kiss her breasts.

Elena arched her back, raising her tits to let Cannon lick at the salty, sweaty space underneath them. She sighed and her eyes shut: let him do whatever he wanted. Her body burned with passion, her inner folds convulsed in anticipation of how he would fill her.

God! She wanted nothing else in the entire world.

“Oh, please… ohhhhh! Yes! Now! I can’t wait!”

Cannon took her nipple between his teeth and tightened his grip on it until Elena squealed. When he stopped, she beat her fists on his back, wanting the intensity of the sensation all over again. He let that sore little nipple rest and gnawed the other one. Elena hugged him like a long-lost lover as he did it.

Cannon was both content in his mastery of her and hungering for more—he could only want one thing when he had Elena and that was more. His hand roamed over her mound and the suppleness of her labia. His middle fingers almost slid inside as they moved over the curve of her slit. Then his hand moved lower, between her legs and up the hills of her ass. He rubbed into the cleft between her buttocks, middle finger probing against her anus, smearing it with the wetness he’d just felt at her sex…

“Oh!” Elena stiffened like pure electricity was running through her. In a moment, she began to quiver like it was jolting her. “That’s not where—your finger—belongs!”

He muted her protests with a kiss, arranging himself totally on top of her, his hangover forgotten as he mounted her body. His cock slid between her legs, moving up to prod at her entrance. Cannon pushed against her in tiny strokes, searching for a way in while his tongue aroused her lips. Gasping, Elena joined her own tongue with his. He sucked on it until Elena moaned—then he thrust his cock into her.

“UHHH! Jesus! John! You’re inside!”

Only his knob was inside her; Elena couldn’t believe how thick it was. Like two of the cocks of the man who’d taken her virginity. Her outer lips swept over his glans while he dug himself into her, spreading her walls, forcing her to be wide enough to take him.

Elena’s eyes flew up in her head. “God! You’re tearing me open!”

“You feel better open,” Cannon told her, crushing her tits under his chest, rubbing his lips across hers in a last little bit of placating foreplay. “You like having me inside you already—you know you want more.”

“Yes! Oh, God help me… I wanna know I’m all yours! Even if it breaks my pussy, I wanna take it all!”

She hurled her body up to his, charging him so wantonly it was like she was trying to knock his juggernaut of a body off her own. Cannon responded, crashing down on her like a surging wave, his length penetrating deep into her hot, tight folds.

Elena gurgled, throat collapsing with the pain as several inches of his terrible erection entered her. It stretched her wider than she ever had been before, but she was wetter now than she’d ever been too. Her impaled cunt worked at his unyielding shaft, convulsing around him, while Elena looked up into his pitiless eyes and willed him to keep hurting her.

She knew then that Cannon would cause her as much pain as he had to in order to get her off—she loved him for that. She hated how it felt. She hated the thought that she might grow to love being penetrated like this, the same way she’d loved getting down on her knees to him, the same way she’d loved the feel of his cum spilling all over her after she’d jerked him off. He was doing to her precious womanhood what he’d done to all the rest of her and she was going to fall in love with it.

“Shit, shit, holy—!” Elena sobbed now, the pain of her impalement penetrating how her mind whirled with the awareness of Cannon’s use of her, his ecstatic ownership of her body. She rocked underneath him, holding tightly to his sides. “I can’t do this! I can’t be your… your…”

“Take it,” Cannon ordered her, reaching between their bodies to grope one of her ample breasts, kneading it in his butcher’s fingers. His other hand gripped half of her ass, fingers grinding into the flesh like he was about to tear it away from her. Then he rolled over, carrying her body on top of his. “Get it, Elena. You’re the one coming down now. Bring yourself to me. Yeah. Give me all that cunt and have all this cock.”

Elena felt like she was going mad, but her inner walls were tightening greedily on that girthy intrusion, her hands pressed against his brawny arms, she forced herself back up the length of the spear he had forced inside her. It was too big! Too big!

But the more it left her, the less pleasure there was. The relief of diminishing pain hardly seemed worth the anxiety of having less and less of that delicious penetration. Elena’s head swam. It felt more sinful to stop fucking Cannon than it had to let him ravish her!

“Oh, God! God help me! It’s not fair! I can’t! How am I supposed to…?”

“You want it, Elena. You want my prick.”

“Yes. YES! Oh Gooodddd!”

He pumped his hips, giving her more of his cock… taking more of the finite space inside her and forcing it to the maddening pleasure he was inflicting on her. Elena felt like she was splitting apart, the pain exploding through her taut belly and tensed thighs. The ache shuddering inside her like the burning of acid. She fell down to Cannon, burying her face in the hairy muscles of his chest, while he stroked her, whispering tiny exhortations to Elena.

“You know this is it, Elena. The thing you’ve been after me for. This is why you love me, why you wanna marry me. Take it. It’s yours.”

“I can’t!” Elena mewled. “It’s too much!”

“Silly girl!” Cannon hissed harshly. “If you can’t admit how good it feels, I’ll make you come so hard you can’t deny it! Sit down on it, you dumb slut! Stop cringing and put that cunt in my lap where it belongs!”

Elena stared at him horrorstruck, sure now that he would ravage her before he let her stop. He grabbed her wrists and twisted her arms meanly. Instinctively, Elena tried to get away. Almost half of his massive cock was still inside her, Elena pushing her feet against the couch to force herself away from that impalement.

“Cannon, you’re hurting me!”

“No, you little bitch—I’m fucking you.”

He slammed his hips upward, lifting Elena into the air, her feet slipping out from under her. Then she fell, dropping onto his impaling member. It thrust inside her, slid deep into the sheath she provided while Cannon pulled down on her wrists and forced even more of his terrible endowment into her. Tears strung Elena’s eyes as he went deep inside her, deeper and deeper…

Cannon only laughed. “You wanted it, Elena! Now it’s yours! Come on this dick, you whore! You’ve always known this big cock would get you off!”

God, the man was insane! What was he even talking about? It was impaling her, nine whole inches stabbing into her. Nine ripping inches, nine forcing inches, nine burning, powerful, demanding INCHES. Elena shut her eyes, squeezed tight with her inner muscles as though she could push him out of her. But there was so much and it was all inside her. All of it!

She gibbered like a madwoman, trying to figure out whether she hated how much this hurt or loved that Cannon was dominating her more now than he ever had before. Finally, she felt his pubic hair against the tortured lips of her labia. Her head hung low. There was silence.

Cannon held himself still, the throb of his arousal beating inside of Elena’s sex, assuring her that he was not done using her by any means. Despite how much it had hurt to be initiated into… whatever he had wanted her to be… it now seemed good. Perfect.

“Ohhh, fuck.” She forced herself to look at him. “I took it all.”

“And you managed to enjoy it,” Cannon said, soft but triumphant. “My good little slut.”

“Yes… I like it.” Elena gulped—a fresh wave of arousal rushed over her at the admission. The word he’d used for her echoed in her head. She knew it was part of why she was wet enough to take this mammoth cock. “Fuck your slut?”

“Is that a question?” Cannon grinned.

“Please!” Elena pleaded, knowing that whatever she was to him, she didn’t ask—she begged. “Please fuck me! Fuck this tight, wet cock-holster!”

The pain had receded into the background. Now there was only the wondrous feeling of swollen maleness inside her, taking over her senses, owning everything she liked to feel. Christ, he was enormous, but she’d taken him, she could take him!

Elena clenched her inner muscles and felt that giant prick move in a spasm of delight. She gasped at the feel of it inside her. “FUCK ME!” she screamed, begging for it with everything in her.

“You’re on top,” Cannon smiled up at her. “You fuck yourself.”

God, that’s how much of a whore he’s made me… I can’t even just lie there and be fucked… I want it so much I’ll…

Elena leaned down, resting her small hands on his chest, the slender fingers almost lost in his bristling black hair. She worked her groin down onto Cannon’s hot, throbbing prick. The sensation was more than anything she could imagine, far better than any lover she’d ever taken. Cannon wasn’t like any of them; Cannon was something special. This was what a perfect fuck must feel like!

She dropped her ass down into his lap, impossibly finding a little more of herself to give over to his swollen erection. It wonderfully throbbed and thrust its way into her. Cannon sat up, meeting her, rolling his hips so that he fucked Elena with her straddling his lap like an exotic dancer. The folds of her sex clung so tightly to his manhood that it felt like it wouldn’t ever escape her. She swayed her body against his stolid frame and he bounced her on his impaling erection…

“OHHHH, JESUS!” Elena cried as she shot up off his lengthy cock and then slid back down it.

“FUCK, ELENA, FUCK!”

“Yes! Yes! Yes! Fuck me!”

Cannon said nothing now, only grunting and groaning, showing his teeth as he enjoyed the rhythm Elena’s mad desire set her too. She needed his cock too much to slacken her pace for one moment.

“Oh God!” she whimpered. “I love it! Love your cock! Love you!”

Elena pistoned her body over him, pulling herself up off his shaft and then cramming her belly down to his. But no sooner had she sated herself by hilting his cock inside her pussy then she needed more, and she forced herself up from his tremendous prick only to slam her body down again, throwing herself into the fuck until she had taken all of his manhood.

Elena literally couldn’t take anymore. She was swooning, coming, exploding so hotly that she almost blacked out, but she couldn’t stop, wouldn’t let herself do anything but get more of this ecstasy.

“Fuck! Fuck! FUCK!”

“HNH! HH!”

“Gah! Cannon! Shit! Shit, I’m COMING!”

Cannon took control of her, thrusting up into her sheath, burying his length deep inside her. He held Elena’s hips down on his cock with a vise-like grip and Elena sobbed, sighed, tossed her dark hair wildly as she strove to take being impaled by him.

She felt his orgasm, white-hot seed exploding into her, a tidal wave that washed through her and burnt everything it touched. It was incredible, it was impossible, it shredded Elena’s consciousness to the last dot of light in her vision.

“Love being your bitch.”

Elena fell, strength completely withered, wanting nothing more than to lie there on Cannon’s hirsute body as her satisfaction had its way with her.

Cannon groaned his own satiation, wiping sweat from his eyes. His hands roved over Elena’s sweetly curved back, down to stroke her ass, while his prick stayed hard, ramrodding straight to her womb.

“That’s enough,” he said softly, patting Elena’s thighs to urge her upward. “I’m finished with you.”

Finally, he pulled her up bodily. Elena tightened her inner muscles one last time around his marvelously hard dick, but Cannon was done with her. He slid out of her body, letting out a gush of her juices and the seed he’d deposited in her. It spilled over his belly and balls and soaked the cushion between his legs.

Elena mewled and whimpered, gasping for breath like she’d come out of a deep, demanding dream. Cannon turned onto his side and brought her with him, his hand stroking her flank as he spooned her. Despite the sating of his lust, his touch continued sampling her figure, moving gently through the sweat cooling on her flushed skin.

“Oh God… God,” Elena moaned, sounding absolutely rapturous. Her eyes were wide, pupils dilated. Her teeth endlessly worried her bottom lip and her cunt was still tingling.

“I told you all you had to do was take it.”

“You’re right, John… it was nice… so nice… God, Cannon, you’re big!”

“You want more, don’t you?” Cannon turned Elena’s chin so he could have a look into her eyes. She showed no reservation. He’d burnt all the doubt out of her. “Don’t you?”

“Yes! God help me—oh God, John, I wanna be your bitch again!”

“I’ll fuck you,” Cannon promised. This time, he rolled on top of her. He was done holding Elena’s hand. If she didn’t know her place by now, she never would.

“Don’t stop. Don’t stop! Please don’t ever stop!”

He didn’t.