The sex session had begun between them, igniting like a spark on dry wood. Levi moved suddenly, forcing Jennifer back against the edge of the office table, his hands gripping her with unrelenting purpose as her thighs hung over his shoulders. She could feel his breath against her skin, hot and close, as his presence seemed to surround her completely.
Jennifer's thoughts blurred—heat rising in her cheeks, her heart pounding like a drum. Her voice cracked between protest and plea. "Levi, I—"
He didn't answer. Instead, his gaze locked onto hers, dark and unblinking. His hands traced slow, deliberate lines across her, as though he meant to leave an invisible mark she would never wash away. Then he began, pushing his hip further, shoving his sweaty cock into her pussy that had already started dripping, making it easier for him to move.
Jennifer's breath hitched, torn between fear and something more dangerous. "Agh! Fuck... Levi, you're—" she began, but the words died in her throat. Levi's grip only tightened, pulling her closer still, his hips moving faster, the contact his cock made with her cit making squelching sounds, his groin making hard contact with her ass that caused it to make clapping noises.
"You wanted this," he said, voice low and unwavering as he grunted, "and now… you'll have it all."
The rhythm of their struggle—if it could even be called that—became something else entirely. She gritted her teeth, torn between resistance and surrender, her body betraying her in ways her mind refused to acknowledge. Her voice broke into fragmented pleas, but Levi's resolve didn't falter, but went even faster.
"Gosh, Jennifer!" Levi grunted, "I never knew you were... this tight."
"N—No, you're just too—," Jennifer responded, her voice cutting and continuing as Levi got faster, the size of his cock becoming bigger, "You're just too big!"
Hearing this, the young man grinned, gazing into Jennifer's tear-filled eyes, "Is that so? I never knew.... you could tell how big with that dirty clit of yours!" he said.
Jennifer, couldn't hold back her anger, annoyed by what he said about her baby machine, "Hey, my clit's not—"
Not wanting to let her say a single word, Levi leaned in, kissing her as his hips moved faster. The two engaged in a thougthless, french kiss, their tongue swimming in each other's saliva. Jennifer moaned, tears rolling from her eyes as she could feel this huge lump of flesh grow into something far too monstrous for her to take in, but she didn't want him to pull it out anytime sooner.
Freeing her from the kiss, Levi sighed, groping her boobs as he played happily with them, "Fuck, they're getting bigger," he said, complementing the size of Jennifer's milk factory.
"D—Do you.... like them?," Jennifer stuttered with a question.
Levi's face became stern as he heard this question, giving Jennifer the wrong expression, but she didn't know that she was about to be answered in the most positive and rough way.
"Shut up!" Levi shouted, shaking the woman as he leaned closer to her chest, "Let's see if this answer's your question"
Then he began, while still thrusting, his cock already reaching the limit, from six inches to an eight which seemed too impossible, stroking his tongue gently on her hardened nipples which he pressed forcefully with his hand.
Jennifer felt a shock through her entire body, "Ahhh... Oh my god!" she moaned, her eyes rolling back.
Levi drew her closer now, holding her ass from falling as he placed one foot on the table, giving him a proper position for him to start. "Time to crank it up!" he said, moving slowly then increasing the speed. Jennifer held herself for dear life, her tongue sticking out as she had reached a state that she could no longer control her full senses.
"Oh fuck.... I'm cumming!" she warned, despite knowing that Levi wasn't going to stop, her legs vibrated as liquid began to spray from her clit.
Minutes passed, though each one stretched endlessly. Jennifer's strength began to give way. The sharp edge of defiance dulled beneath waves of exhaustion and the overwhelming force of his will. He didn't need to say it—she already knew he was in control, then he muttered:
"I'm about to cum, Jennifer," Levi warned.
"Are you going... to do it inside?" she asked.
Levi thought, while still moving his hips, then he smiled, "I'm sure you can handle it, that's if you won't get... pregnant!"
Jennifer answered with a nod and a soft, "Mh-hmm," meaning she had made use of birth control.
Levi moved faster now, his speed being unmatched by most men on the pornograpic websites he watched, Jennifer felt like she wanted to die at that moment. She screamed loudly as her clit was pounded and before she could think, the young man had done it.
"Agh!" he exclaimed, stopping as he thrusted the final time.
His semen dripped, being too much that it wasted, dropping on the floor. Jennifer, now filled up, twitched, her vision blurry as she had been destroyed by this man, she was now left breathless and unsteady, slumped against the table as though the very air had been stolen from her lungs. Levi stood over her, eyes still fixed on her like a predator watching its prey before taking his sweaty cock out, sliding it off with the remaining semen that wasted.
From the other side of the city, Aubrey Smith sat alone in her bedroom, seething. Her bare skin glistened with sweat, and frustration etched deep into every line of her face. She had been waiting—waiting too long, almost to the point that she was forced to masturbate while watching the sextape of Levi having his cock sucked roughly.
"I swear," she murmured under her breath, her hands curling into fists, "if I get my hands on you, Levi Quinn… I'll suck you dry before killing you with my bare hands."
Somewhere in the dim light of that cramped office, Levi smirked faintly. Jennifer was beaten—not in body, but in spirit. Asserting his dominace, he still contimued, fingering her with his semen still inside her as he stroked his newly charged cock, making sure to cum another second time, this time spraying on her body.
And Aubrey? That storm was still on the horizon. Armed with her violent mind, she thought of the different styles she would use to destroy him as it seemed that she was being avoided.