My father sold me to the Mafia King

He anchored his heavy palm onto the back of her neck, pinning her face and chest flat against the cold concrete floor, while shoving her pelvis even higher, exposing her taut ass completely beneath his darkened gaze. He looked down at her tight, puckered asshole.

Without any preparation, and without utilizing any lubricant other than his saliva and her fluids which he wiped with his palm over the crack, he placed the head of his massive, engorged cock directly at the entrance of her asshole. Her muscles automatically contracted against the sudden hardness, yet Violet did not let out a single scream of terror; instead, she turned her head slightly, anchoring her prominent eyes with cold defiance into his.

With a single, brutal, and straight drive, Morgan slammed his entire weight down, burying the head of his dick and its bulging veins inside her tight opening.

The silence was shattered by the sound of flesh brutally stretching, and Violet felt his thickness ripping its path inside her with a burning violence that nearly split her pelvis in two. Her nails dug into the concrete until they nearly snapped, her entire spine convulsing from this shocking invasion, yet she choked the scream back into her throat, converting the burning agony into fuel for her twisted ecstasy.

”You are mine now, Violet... I will grind this pride until you beg!” Morgan growled in a stifled, raspy voice, the veins of his neck nearly bursting as he drove another deeper stroke, burying the absolute full length of his cock inside her asshole, jammed and surrounded by those suffocating muscles that nearly crushed the breath out of his manhood.

He began moving in a slow, punishing rhythm, drawing his dick halfway out then driving it with all his might into her depths, the sound of his fleshy pelvis slapping against her swollen buttocks echoing with a savage resonance through the warehouse. Her asshole wrapped around the veins of his hot cock, pounding the bottom of her insides with consecutive, violent, and straight blows, while she traded strikes with him through reverse pelvic thrusts with a lethal stubbornness, defying his promise and cruelty, thoroughly enjoying this shadowed pleasure that united them amidst the weapons and gunpowder.

Morgan gripped her hair from behind with even greater force, pulling her head upward to force his eyes to lock with hers, while his other hand pressed onto her hip to anchor her down. He increased the tempo of his stabs in a maddening, accelerated frenzy, burying his entire dick and its bulging veins into the depths of her asshole, grinding her internal walls with unmerciful, straight blows, until the fluids of her pussy began pouring from the front in abundance, trailing down her thighs to mingle with the sweat and slick wetness in the back.

The stimulation pushed Morgan to his overriding peak; the muscles of his massive body contracted, the veins of his forehead tightening as he felt her tight asshole pulsing and wrapping around his cock in a suffocating manner that stripped away his last shred of control. With three consecutive, violent, and crushing stabs that reached the absolute bottom of her insides, Morgan released a muffled roar that shook his chest, his pelvis convulsing completely as he unburdened his hot, abundant semen in consecutive, scorching spurts deep within her asshole.

His body collapsed over her back as he panted helplessly, while Violet remained kneeling in her place, her eyes gleaming with a dark, audacious smile of victory, savoring the taste of her absolute possession over this man.

Morgan withdrew from her asshole with a heavy, slow drag, producing a wet, squelching sound that echoed through the quiet warehouse, and the spurts of his thick, hot semen rushed out to trail hotly over her pale skin, blending with the heavy fluid still dripping from her burning pussy.

His massive frame collapsed beside her onto the concrete floor, his broad chest rising and falling with heavy, dry pants, after this feral fuck had drained every single ounce of his strength.

As for Violet, she only remained kneeling for a few seconds; with sheer coldness and stability, she adjusted her body’s posture and sat atop the cold floor, utterly indifferent to the slick fluids coating her thighs and her swollen asshole.

She turned toward him slowly, her brown hair scattered over her shoulders, her green eyes retaining the exact same sharp, provocative luster, backed by a mocking smile that never vacated her lips.