Chapter 12
by 
Yelawolf
He...
Slam your face into the bed, fucking you deeper
He slammed your face into the bed, muffling your whimpers into the mattress as he fucked you deeper. Your nose and mouth were buried in the fabric, inhaling the faint scent of detergent and the musky aroma of your own arousal. You could feel the material sticking to your sweaty skin, the friction adding another layer of sensation to the already overwhelming experience. Each thrust of his hips sent shockwaves through your body, and your toes curled in response, digging into the sheets.
The pain was unbearable, but so was the feeling of being claimed by this monster of a man. Your body betrayed you, releasing beads of precum that wet the bed beneath your stomach. El Escorpión noticed and chuckled darkly, reaching around to grip your erect cock with his calloused hand. He began to stroke it in time with his thrusts, applying just enough pressure to keep you on the edge of orgasm without letting you tip over.
"Please nooooo.... Oooooh." Your cock becomes a quick traitor as you spray your load onto the bed, the pleasure of his hand job overwhelming the pain of his brutal pounding.
"Suck an easy little slut," El Escorpión grunted as he pulled your face out of the bed and directed your mouth to his now glistening cock. He hadn't come yet, and the taste of your ass was still fresh on him. You didn't dare refuse, parting your lips and taking him in, feeling his veins pulse against your tongue. He tasted of lube and the faint tang of your own ass, but you were beyond caring about that now. You wanted this to be over, to find some semblance of relief from the relentless onslaught of sensation.
"You want this, don't you?" El Escorpión's voice was a low growl, his accent thick with lust as he pushed his cock deeper down your throat. You could only nod, your eyes watering, as he fucked your mouth with the same ferocity he had used on your ass. His grip on the back of your head was unyielding, guiding you to the rhythm he desired. Your hands scrabbled at the bed, trying to find something, anything, to hold onto as he used you, his other hand still firmly planted on your hip to keep you in place.
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