Thinking gave way to passion. Rationality gave way to instinct. Ryan didn't have to consider the actions he was doing; it was as though his body led and his mind followed, a passenger on the train to carnal absolution. And why would he have to think? It was hardly as though this was a new situation. Unprecedented rage, perhaps, but on a physical level? He knew Mau's body like the back of his hand. He just had to remember.<br/><br/>And god, did he remember. The way that his fingers had molded around the softness of her neck, taking control over Mau's very life itself. Beyond that, the way that Mau so lovingly rested her own delicate digits over his invading forcefulness, deriving pleasure from his dominance. No other woman he had been with had ever been willing to so completely and utterly open themselves up to him, to allow him to unleash upon them his entire being. He had feared to embrace everything that surged within him, feared to scare away the rest of the world with his ugliness. Mau took away that fear like a whisper on the spring breeze, because Mau had no fear herself. She did not, could not fear him. She met his hardness with softness, his sadism with masochism, his fury with desire. His heat with her own.<br/><br/>His body remembered. How she would beg to taste herself on him, the tenderness of her lips as they would close around his fingers, as they<i>did </i>close around his fingers and sucked with a raw desperation that spoke of her yearning. That slightest taste that sent her into the throes of ecstasy.<br/><br/>And now he remembered the sensation of her cunt pulsating around his shaft as he thrust into her in wild, vigorous thrusts that jolted their bodies together and sent Mau's back pressing deeply into the cushions. The explosiveness of her pleasure that had her body losing control and her mouth gasping for breath and her tongue lashing against his fingers and tears streaming down her cheeks. The irregularly rhythmic throbs of her walls around his cock buried deep inside her, slotting into her with a natural perfection and familiarity of many years past. She could do nothing but Ryan could, and his body knew exactly what to do to extract every last ounce of pleasure out of Mau, bracing his hand to the side of her head so that every single downward thrust was a smooth motion that had their hips crashing against the other. Knew how to fuck her so that he would hit all the spots inside her that would drive her crazy.<br/><br/>She was not a pretty sight. No, she was a pitiful, mewling creature, a girl reduced to a shivering bundle of nerves and pleasure. Like a druggie finally getting a hit after being denied for weeks, or maybe months, able to do nothing but take it. It was gorgeous. It was<i>intoxicating</i>.<br/><br/>Even still -<br/><br/><i>Harder</i>. Even despite the red finger marks around her neck. Even despite the wet streaks running down her cheeks, dampening her makeup. Even despite the fact that her voice sounded as fragile as a sheet of ice in spring and came out as a pant of nigh inaudible rapture. Even so, she still wanted it harder.<br/><br/>He was only too eager to oblige. He didn't waste time wondering if going harder would break her smaller frame. No - this was Mau. And just as she craved more, so too did he. Even if she hadn't asked for more, he would have continued against her will, forcing her to face the consequences of what she had started. He coveted the sheer physical pleasure, the electric bliss that shot through his body each time he thrust into her warm wetness and she tightened around him. The feeling of her juices squirting out around his intrusion and splashing against his bare skin. The sensation of his tip brushing up against the deepest parts of her. But his ravenous hunger had taken on a meaning more than the mere physical. It had taken on a life of his own, a dark voracity that threatened to consume Mau.<br/><br/>So when she asked for it harder, he didn't miss a beat. No words were wasted on commands; his actions could speak for themselves. He pulled out ever so briefly, his length coated with Mau's arousal. He dug a firm hand underneath Mau's and flipped her bodily onto her front, pulling her hips upwards so that her ass pointed up and into the air. Mau's pussy glistened in the soft lamplight, completely exposed and slightly parted from the pounding he had given her. His to be claimed. Ryan braced a foot to the left of her body on the couch and leaned over her prostrated form, lining the engorged head of cock against her opening once again. The whole process barely took seconds, so consumed was he with his fervor. And then there was only the slightest of pauses before he thrust in once more, driving his body down and into Mau's, driving his cock down into this girl who had offered herself up like a fucktoy. Gravity took over and he thrust hard, the new angle letting him fill up Mau even better than before. A hand twisted into Mau's hair kept her in her place and gave him the leverage to work up a rhythm once more, a pounding series of violent strokes that threatened to unravel him.