Chapter 99
by 
Yelawolf
You ...
Nod weakly
You can only nod weakly, your mind hazy with pleasure and pain, your body overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of the experience. You're Garvin's bitch, his fucktoy, his personal cocksleeve, and you've never been happier or more fulfilled.
"Please, Garvin, harder," you beg, your voice a hoarse, **** whisper. "Wreck me, breed me, ruin me forever!"
He leans forward, his chest pressing against your back, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers, "As you wish, my little cumdump. Get ready to be bred like the bitch you are."
With a final, brutal thrust, Garvin buries himself to the hilt inside you, his cock swelling and pulsing as he unloads a torrent of hot, thick cum deep inside your boycunt. The feeling of being filled, bred, marked by your bully's superior seed is overwhelming, triggering your own pathetic, explosive orgasm.
You cry out, your body convulsing as your small, pink cock spurts weakly onto the sheets beneath you, your boycunt clenching and milking Garvin's massive shaft, eager for every last drop of his potent seed.
"Fuck yeah, take my load, you pathetic little whore," Garvin groans, his hips jerking as he empties his balls inside you, marking you as his property, his personal cumdump. "This boycunt is mine now, ruined and bred by my superior black cock. You'll never be the same after this, never be satisfied with anyone else."
He collapses on top of you, his heavy weight pinning you to the bed, his softening cock still buried deep inside you. You can feel his cum leaking out of your well-used boycunt, dripping down your thighs, a tangible reminder of your submission, your ruination, your complete and utter ownership by your former bully.
You've never felt more used, more humiliated, or more satisfied in your entire life. This is what you were meant for, what you were born to be: Garvin's fucktoy, his cocksleeve, his personal breeding bitch. And as you lie there, panting and trembling in the aftermath of your brutal breeding, you know that this is only the beginning of your new life as Garvin's property.
Garvin finally rolls off of you, his cock making a wet, obscene sound as it pulls free from your well-used boycunt. You whimper at the sudden emptiness, your hole gaping and drooling a mixture of your juices and his potent seed.
He lies on his back, one arm behind his head, a smug, self-satisfied smirk on his face as he surveys your wrecked and ruined form. "Fuck, that was good. You're a natural born cocksleeve, Harley. That boycunt was made for my dick."
You turn your head to look at him, your body aching in the most delicious way, your mind hazy with a fucked-stupid bliss. "Thank you, Garvin," you whisper, your voice hoarse and raw. "Thank you for ruining me."
Garvin laughs, a deep, rumbling sound that makes your spent cock twitch with renewed interest. "Oh, I'm not done ruining you, baby girl. Not by a long shot. We're just getting started."
He reaches out and grabs you, pulling you against his hard, muscular body. You nestle against him, your head on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. You feel safe, protected, owned. This is where you belong, this is your purpose: to serve and please your black bully, to be his personal fucktoy, his cumdump, his breeding bitch.
"Get some rest, slut," Garvin murmurs, his hand stroking your hair. "You're gonna need it. I've got a lot more plans for that tight little boycunt of yours, and a lot more cum to fill it."
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