Hugo takes her for his own

Hugo stood up, his penis swinging freely, glistening in her juices. He moved to his son, and Isabella thought for a moment that he was going to embrace Carlos, but at the last moment, Hugo's hand flashed across his face, and Carlos fell back.

"You little shit!" Hugo growled, his hands grabbing his sons shirt, then pulling him into a hook. Carlos stumbled backwards, blood trickling down his face from a cut on cheek. Carlos cowered, unable or unwilling to raise a hand against his father. "Did I teach you to interrupt me when I'm fucking?!" He slapped Carlos, again and again, each blow hard enough to leave a red mark.

Isabella didn't know what to do, stunned by the sudden **** of the situation. She wanted to help Carlos, to stop Hugo from hurting him further, but her limbs were like lead, and she could do nothing but watch as the older man dominated his son.

"You're a disgrace, you little shit, just like your mother," Hugo sneered. "A weak little boy who can barely handle one whore. Look at her, Carlos," Hugo gestured to her as she lay on the bed, naked and exposed, her body still quivering. "How long did it take for you to fuck her, while I have her squirming under me within minutes? You are a disgrace to my name, you pathetic worm." Hugo struck Carlos again, and his son's legs collapsed like string, falling down to his knees.

"Look at her," Hugo ordered, and Carlos raised his eyes. He took in the sight of Isabella lying on the bed, naked and flushed. Her skin was damp with sweat, her hair disheveled, and her eyes glazed over with desire.

"Now look at how a real man fucks."

With that, Hugo turned back to Isabella, his eyes dark with lust. He strode towards the bed, his powerful body moving with a predatory grace. Isabella's heart pounded in her chest as she watched him approach, her breath catching in her throat.

Hugo climbed onto the bed, his weight dipping the mattress beneath them. His hands reached for her ankles, pulling her towards him and spreading her legs wide as he positioned himself between them. Isabella wanted to protest, to berate him for treating his son like that, but no words came out, only a whimper of arousal. He was a **** of nature, powerful and relentless, and she couldn't help but be drawn to him, like a moth to a flame.

His fingers brushed against her inner thighs, sending shivers up her spine. She whimpered, biting her lip as he teased her, tracing circles on her sensitive skin. Her hips bucked involuntarily, **** for more contact, more friction, more of him.

He leaned in, his breath hot against her ear as he whispered, "I'm going to fuck you until you forget your own name." She gasped, her eyes wide and full of anticipation as she felt the thick head of his cock press against her wet, dripping entrance.

With a low growl, Hugo thrust into her, filling her completely with one powerful stroke. She arched her back, crying out in pleasure as he stretched her, his thick shaft spreading her walls once again. She was helpless, powerless beneath him, and he knew it. He set a brutal pace, slamming into her with such **** that the bed shook beneath them. Gone was the gentleman that had brought her to the room, replaced by a senseless beast hellbent on destroying her with his cock.

Isabella could only cling to him, her nails digging into his back as he drove into her again and again, each thrust more intense than the last. Her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper, urging him to claim her completely. Her breath came in shallow gasps, punctuated by his grunts and groans of pleasure. Each thrust drove all the airs out of her lungs, and she soon found herself struggling to breathe against the onslaught.

The room filled with the sounds of their coupling — the wet slap of flesh against flesh, her moans and his sighs, and the creaking of the bed as it bore the brunt of their passion. It was animalistic and primal, a raw display of lust and desire that consumed them both.

As they moved together, Isabella felt her body arching into him, her hips meeting his thrusts with an urgency she had never known. She was lost in the sensation, lost in the rhythm of their bodies, lost in the way he filled her so completely. His name became a chant on her lips, a **** plea for more, for him to take her even higher.

"Oh fuck... fuck... Hugo, oh Hu... fuck me, fuck me, fuck my hole, I'm going to break, oh fuck you're ruining me!" she cried out, her voice raw and ragged.

Hugo's grip on her tightened, his fingers digging into her flesh as he pounded into her with renewed ferocity. "You're mine," he snarled, his voice thick with possession and desire. "I have conquered this pussy." She moaned, feeling her cunt quivering at those words, as she was laid bare and owned by Hugo.

The pleasure built within her like a storm, growing stronger with each thrust. She could feel her climax approaching, a tidal wave of ecstasy that threatened to sweep her away. And then it crashed over her, a blinding explosion of pleasure that left her gasping, her body writhing beneath his as she came harder than she had ever known. Her hands shot to her stomach, her fingernails clawing into his flesh.

"OHH Fuuuuccck!" she screamed. "Oh fuuuck!"

Hugo continued to fuck through her orgasm, his hips never slowing as he chased his own release. His cock swelled inside her, stretching her even further, and she felt him throb as he came deep within her, filling her with his seed. They rode out the waves of their pleasure together, their bodies entwined, lost in the haze of ecstasy. When he finally stilled above her, she lay there breathless, her body tingling and spent, her arms splayed out powerlessly.

As they lay there in the aftermath, Isabella couldn't help but feel a sense of awe and reverence for this man who had taken her so thoroughly. She knew then that she was forever changed, forever marked by his touch, and she could only hope that she would have the chance to be conquered by him once more. He rolled off her, and his cum began leaking out of her gaping hole, thick strands pooling on the bed. Her pussy kept quivering, involuntarily trying to squeeze out more of it, and her belly twitched and shook. As her senses returned to her, she could smell her own sweat, their sex, a salty and earthy musk, and hear the pants of the man who had consumed her so thoroughly.

As she lay in a heap on the bed, Isabella couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt mixed with a sense of excitement as she thought about how she had just been taken by Carlos's father while the young man himself watched.

(to be continued)