It was as hot as hell and as blissful as heaven. It was vision-blurring, nerve-shattering, euphoric pleasure. Like a man drinking water for the first time in days. Like the final piece of a puzzle being slotted in. Like a rubber band being stretched to its limits and finally snapping. Such was the pleasure that electrified Ryan's body when he thrust into Mau, when he stretched her around his cock and took her for his own for the first time in five years. Friction was no issue; Mau was positively soaked, a combination of her arousal and her first orgasm making it absurdly easy for him to slide deeply into her despite just how tight she was. Allowed him to stretch her with no difficulty, claim her body with that first thrust that had her quivering and her walls clenching and that fire within him overtaking all rational thought.<br/><br/>Such was the unbelievable pleasure that shot through him, and he was just getting started. Mau was trying to get a rhythm going, her leg wrapped around his back and her hips gyrating in quick movements that had inches of him slipping in and out of her. He would have scoffed had his sheer possessive lust not consumed him. Pinned down by his hands and his body, he controlled her, controlled how much pleasure that she could receive, controlled how much of him that he would give. Her desperate little thrusts did almost nothing to satiate either of their pleasure, but it told him one thing: just how badly she wanted him, needed him.<br/><br/>He was going to give it to her and more, was going to unload all of his infinite fervor into her helpless form until she was incoherent and until she regretted bringing out this side of him. Until she had received her fill of him and he still continued to fuck her into the couch, leaving her a motionless wreck. Ryan drew his hips back and thrust into Mau again. And again. And again. Each thrust made her previous attempts seem like nothing at all, each one driving the full length of his thick cock all the way into her, filling her up to everything she could take. The sheer violent anger shaking her body and the couch, leaving her tits bouncing uncontrollably. Unapologetically and possessively claiming every inch of Mau's tight cunt, spreading her with no care for whether or not her small body was ready to take him just yet.<br/><br/>A toxic and intoxicating cycle of needed to release more of the pent up beast inside of him, of needed to bring himself more of this cathartic pleasure, of needing to subjugate the impetuous and masochistic girl beneath him, each impetus continuing to build up inside him until his mind and body struggled to contain the sheer force of his desire. The only way out was forward and his primal fervor bled into each thrust, their hips colliding with no sense of romanticism or consideration. It just felt too goddamn good to fuck Mau, to fill her up, to bring her to climax, to subdue her.<br/><br/>His hand tightened around her neck, a punishment for her trying to fuck herself against him when he was the one in control. The assertion that he dominated every single inch of her body and soul. Cutting off her breath until she learned her lesson and immediately sliding his fingers into her gasping mouth, still drenched with the nectar of her previous orgasm. A second reminder, this one a reminder of how he had made her come with fingers alone, of how easily he could control her pleasure. He wanted her to taste herself, to make her realize just how much of a<i>slut </i>she was. To make her remember that first orgasm even as he pounded her into the couch, searching for the second and the third, each thrust a promise.<br/><br/><i>  If this was just seconds of fingering, are you at all prepared to get fucked this hard? </i>