Broken Clocks

Chapter Eleven

Asia

The sounds of my moans and clapping feel the air. Milio is going ape shit, slamming in and out of me. His soft groans of pleasure match with my moans.

His hands hold my waist in place and he continues his assaulting my pussy. "Fuck." He curses and grabs my hair painfully yanking me up.

My back arches and the back of my head hits his chest. He mushes my breasts in one hand and pulls my hair with the other.

I reach up and grab his hand the holds my hair trying to get some kind of slack. "What did I tell you about touching?" His voice is nice and deep scaring the living shit out of me.

He lets go of my hair and pushes me forward.

He starts to smack my already soar and bleeding ass. His smacks are heavy and thunderous but still not as bad as the belt he hit me with earlier.

"Ow Milio please." New tears run down my face past the dry ones. This hour of abuse has taken a toll on my body.

"Please what angel? Do you want it harder." He pushes my head into the pillow infront of me muffling my screams.

He starts to thrust into me at and outrageous speed breaking me up even more. His grip on my hips is painful, but pleasure bubbles up in me still.

I feel like my life is ending. Another orgasm rushes through my reproductive organ. My hair is pulled again and my head is once again met with my husbands chiseled chest.

I feel a familiar tug on my earlobe. The sound of his teeth hitting my earrings bringings my body goosebumps.

His grunts are deep and almost match up with his thrusts.

My wetness runs down my thighs and make a very small puddle at my knees. The Cycles of pleasure has brought tremendous damage to our sheets.

The sounds of my weeping is a mix of moaning and whimpering with a little gasping.

Milios speed doesn't slow down even though I have obviously learned my lesson.

Never ask for Milio to stop.

He grabs my breasts again with both hands this time twisting and rolling my peirced nipple between his tattooed index and thub fingers.

He know exactly what he is doing. He is killing me. Showing me how much control he has over my body.

He is making it known that he is the only person who has given my body paralyzing pleasure.

He has a endurance out of this world. Milio has cum in me at least twice and gotten back hard almost instantly.

Milios thrusts start to get deeper. My eyes roll to the back of my head. I am about to cum again.

I whimper at the sudden feeling of Milio's thumb press my clit. "Mhm I know." He hums in my ear. He knows I am about to cum.

He slows his pace and I feel squirt after squirt if thick warm liquid burst into me, and that just sends me over the edge giving me a terrific final orgasm. My vagina pulses milking him for everything he's got.

"Fuck, your squeezeing the shit out of me." His voice being right in my hear sends even more throbs through my pussy.

He hold us in place until we catch our breaths. Him still inside me pushing  his climax futher inside me then acting as a plug to hold it in, after he goes soft he pulls out it runs out and poors onto my inner thigh.

He lays on his back besides me. I lay on my stomach and face away for him.

I don't think I can stand. The beating plus the unlimited pleasure make my legs shaky and unresponsive to my need to walk.

I turn and look at Milio just to see him already staring right at me with a noticeable smirk itching at the corner of his lips.

He reaches for my back and traces on of the welts that are starting to form, he looks satisfied you can even say proud.

Tears well in my eyes yet again. "Why do you cry Angel? Do you want more?" His threat makes my tears stop in their tracks. I quickly wipe my face.

He lets out a soft chuckle at my reaction. He sighs and gets up. I curl up and watch him go into the closet and come out with underwear on.

He doesn't even look at me and turns to go to the bathroom. I hear bath water start to run.

I mentally ready myself for bathroom sex. He comes back over picks me up bringing me over his right shoulder and his arm rests gently over my lower back.

I don't fight him.

Drops me gently in the bathtub. The water is warm and soothing to my welts and bruised hips. He leaves me to clean myself while he gets in the shower.

I let out a shaky breath of relief. I attach the rag to my neck and start cleaning my body.

I don't know how much more of this I can take.

A/N

I skipped a little ahead. Pls tell me about any mastakes.