Pete seemed genuinely surprised at her refusal. Until his surprise shifted to anger and then amusement almost within the blink of an eye. He pulled her up by the hair again and lead her to the other side of the room until her back was up against the wall. He moved his head closer to hers until his face hovered above hers, his breath hot on her skin.<br/><br/><strong>“So you don’t want this to be over with quickly then, eh? That suits me just fine, you whore. I don’t mind another round with your sweet, tight cunt!” </strong><br/><br/>His hands disappeared underneath her body and he lifted her off the ground by the buttocks. He raised her torso up, using the wall as extra support and guided his hard rod back towards her still soaking wet passage. He groaned loudly as he reinvaded the pleasant warmth of her cunt and twisted her legs behind him so they were wrapped around his waist. After that he quietly started thrusting up into her, her weight resting on his cock, his arm and the wall, whilst his other hand kept her left leg in place, wrapped around his waist. He locked eyes with her and made sure that his mind could devour every shred of emotion he read in her eyes.<em>Fear, arousal, pain, pleasure, lust, …</em><br/><br/>His thrusts were more patient than before, but also more forceful, as if he wanted to make sure she felt the full length and girth of his rod as it impaled her.<em>Again and again</em>. Her back was thrust up against the wall with every poke and his breathing soon became erratic again, having not yet recovered from round one.<br/><br/><strong>“That’s it you little bitch… That’s a good little slut… <em>aaah fuck…</em> miss Granger… I love fucking that tight little snatch… I think I’m going to make a habit of it…”</strong><br/><br/>At that moment, Pete wasn’t sure what was going to happen to him first: passing out, or emptying his balls again deep inside of that tramp Violet, or his legs just refusing to carry him and her weight any longer? Eventually a low growl escaped his throat as he felt the nauseating tension in his balls being relieved for the third time that afternoon. Pete was surprised at the sheer volume his cock was spewing up her hole, so quickly after his first load. When he had drained his balls again, his arm just refused all service and her weight slipped off his limb. Miss Granger fell onto her bum for the second time that afternoon, only this time her cunt was oozing his jizz. Pete staggered back to his chair, black spots dancing in front of his eyes. He just managed to fish the key out of his shirt pocket and throw it on the ground in front of miss Granger.<br/><br/><strong>“Here… you can let yourself out…”</strong><br/><br/>After that he just slumped back into his chair and closed his eyes…