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Chapter 9: Impossible to Satisfy

Whimpering profusely with my hands covering my mouth, my legs tremble and shake uncontrollably as they're held apart in a vice grip by the maniac who was hungrily eating me out.

Maxwell had me pushed back on the couch with my legs spread apart as he kneeled before me, licking on my sensitive clit repeatedly.

My walls clench and unclench as I squirm, my juices leaking from me to the point where a puddle was slowly forming where I sat.

Maxwell, despite my many pleads not to — was determined to have me. He didn't care, that I was sore, or scared, or tired. All he cared about was trying to sate his insatiable need to fill me up with his hard cock.

He was really going at it. The sounds he was making, and the reactions produced by my body was enough to drive anyone crazy.

I gasp deeply as my pussy spasms uncontrollably, gripping unto his hair with a tight grip, I press his face into my soaking cunt to halt his movements as I soak my couch through below me.

My legs were shaking and my body was twitching uncontrollably as I came.

"Fuck! Please!" I cry out, tears running down my face as my hold on him tightens.

He grips my hand and pushes it away. Glancing up at me, he smirks before licking his lips, then reaches a hand out to wipe a tear from my cheek.

"Even when you cry you look beautiful." He mutters darkly, standing to his feet and undoing his belt.

"No! Please!" I exclaim, shifting further into the couch, praying that it would swallow me.

"You're so fucking sloppy, and wet Alice. I'll slide in easily, you shouldn't worry about being sore." He breathes before reaching for me.

I squeal and flail my arms, as I'm roughly thrown around, and manhandled into an arch, on all fours.

My body shakes as my heart slams against my chest repeatedly. I was overstimulated and my skin was so sensitive, I felt like I could break at any moment.

Slamming into me with a punishing stroke, Maxwell stops my breath for a second before I'm finally gasping for air.

"FUCK!" I scream out, as my vision blurrs as Maxwell grips my hips tightly and starts slamming into me with a brutality that only he could muster.

This was too much, he was too much.

This entire weekend. Everything that happened since dropping Matthew off to this very moment was finally catching up on me.

It was too much.

A weekend that was meant to be filled with relaxation and fun, turned out to be filled with nothing but death, and hard, unwilling fucking.

"MAXWELL, PLEASE! YOU'RE TOO MUCH!" I wail, feeling him hit my gspot repeatedly with precise, deep strokes.

"I'm never too much baby, now be a good girl, and take all of this dick." He whispers at my ear, gripping my throat.

Faster than I could register, he lifts me from the couch, and hooks his arms under my knees, keeping my back pressed to his chest all while continuing to move inside me.

Unwilling moans slip pass my lips as I feel him inside my stomach. My head lolls to the side, as I struggle to control my own muscles.

Glancing up, I see our reflection in the glossy TV screen, and my stomach cramps tightly, causing my pussy to squeeze his cock inside me with a tight grip.

I was sweaty, and fully exposed. My clit was engorged, and my hole was stuffed with his cock. My hair was a messy, and my face — oh god, my face was tinted red, and look exhausted.