Chapter 945. Not Too Much Inside, But Many On The Outside!**
Her breath came in ragged, broken gasps. The pain was sharp and immediate, a raw tearing sensation that made her stomach flip.
Rex didn’t give her time to adjust. He began to thrust immediately, each stroke heavy and punishing.
"Fuck, Iris," he groaned, his voice strained with effort. "You’re so fucking tight... I knew it."
"A virgin pussy really is the fucking best... it’s like you’re trying to strangle me." The wet, slapping sounds of his pelvis hitting hers echoed in the room—slap, squelch, slap—as he worked her body.
Iris buried her face in her arms, biting down hard on her own flesh to stifle the sounds escaping her. She couldn’t let herself moan too loudly; she couldn’t give him the satisfaction of hearing her surrender to the pain and the pleasure that was already starting to mingle.
Her breathing was shallow and frantic: "Huff, huff, huff... nnnngh..."
Rex noticed her resistance, noticed the way she was trying to hold back.
"Hey," he whispered, his voice suddenly dropping to something almost intimate, though the cruelty remained. "Sorry about the manipulation earlier, yeah?"
"I know I’m being a dick. But fuck, Iris... you’re so hot, I’m losing my goddamn mind."
Without warning, he shifted his grip on her hips, pulling her pelvis upward to meet him, and shoved himself in even deeper, bottoming out with a brutal force that made her cry out again. "AHHHH!"
"There we go," he purred, watching her reaction with undisguised satisfaction as she trembled beneath him.
He paused for a second, letting her body adjust to the overwhelming stretch, before resuming the relentless rhythm. He leaned down, his lips hovering inches from her ear as he asked the question that pierced through her haze of pain and arousal.
"So tell me, assassin..." he breathed, his cock twitching inside her as he thrust again. "Does my cock feel good? Does it feel good being filled up like this?"
Rex watched the way Iris trembled beneath him, her body caught in a violent conflict between pain and the involuntary surrender of her nerves. He could see the sweat dripping from her forehead and the way her muscles seized with every punishing thrust.
A dark, possessive satisfaction curled in his gut.
"Even if you don’t know it now," Rex murmured, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through her chest, "I’m going to change that."
"I’ll start slowly getting you used to this feeling." His grip on her hips tightened, his thumbs digging into her hip bones. "And by the time we’re done tonight, I’ll make sure you can’t fucking cum without my cock inside you."
"You’re going to become addicted to this."
To prove his point, he altered his rhythm. Instead of the brutal, bone-jarring slams from before, he began to pound her with a slower, more deliberate cadence.
Each stroke was long, deliberate, and agonizingly thorough, ensuring he felt every ridge of her internal walls.
Schlick... squelch... schlick...
The sound of his cock sliding through her slickness became wet and rhythmic.
"Nngh... ahhh... hnnn..." Iris’s protests were weakening.
The pain was still there, but it was being drowned out by a rising tide of sensation. As he found the exact angle to grind against her swollen clit while simultaneously bottoming out against her womb, her body betrayed her completely.
Her inner muscles began to spasm involuntarily. With every slow, deep pound, her pussy would clench around him in powerful, milking contractions.
"Fuck, Iris," Rex groaned, his head falling back as he felt her walls constrict around him. "Look at you."
"This really is your first time, isn’t it?"
"Your pussy has been sucking on me like it’s starving... It hasn’t let go since I put it in." He could feel the rhythmic pulsing of her climax beginning to take hold, each involuntary squeeze sending waves of pleasure crashing over her despite her best efforts to resist.
Rex leaned forward, his chest pressing against her sweat-slicked breasts. He began to lick the salt and moisture from her cheeks, his tongue warm and rough against her skin.
"You’ve gotten pretty used to it already, haven’t you?" he teased, his breath hot against her lips. "You’re making so much noise, baby."
"All those pretty little moans."
"Nn-no..." Iris gasped out, her head thrashing against the pillow. "I’m not... ahhh!... I’m not making noise..."
But even as she spoke, a high-pitched, involuntary keen escaped her throat as he hit her sweet spot again. Her hips bucked upward, seeking more of the friction she claimed to hate.
Rex laughed, the sound muffled against her neck. "Don’t lie to me."
"It feels good, doesn’t it?"
"Sex feels fucking amazing, right?" He increased the speed slightly, the wet sounds becoming more frantic.
Slap, squelch, slap.
Iris gritted her teeth, her eyes squeezed shut as she fought to maintain some shred of her dignity.
"Not... really..." she managed to choke out through clenched teeth. "Doing this... with someone I don’t even like... it doesn’t... ngh... it doesn’t mean anything..."
Rex’s response was immediate and physical.
"Oh, really?" he challenged, his voice dripping with mockery. "You say that, but you’re proving yourself wrong."
He drove into her harder than before, his thrusts becoming shallow and rapid to maximize the friction on her sensitive entrance. "Look at all these juices coming out of you, Iris!"
"You’re soaking the sheets, and clearly... you’re dripping all over me."
"Aaaah! Nngh hnnn!" Iris’s composure finally shattered.
The combination of his taunts, the relentless friction, and the overwhelming fullness forced a loud, unrestrained moan from her lips. Her body was arching uncontrollably, her thighs quivering as she teetered on the precipice of another orgasm.
The wetness between them was undeniable now, a mixture of her arousal and the slickness he had forced into her, making every thrust sound like a drowning splash.
Rex watched her unravel, his own arousal reaching a fever pitch as he felt her internal muscles spasming around him in desperate, milking waves. Her defiance was crumbling faster than he had anticipated, her body speaking a language her pride refused to acknowledge.
"You’re such a liar, Iris," Rex growled, his voice cracking with the strain of his own climax. "Look at you."
"You’re not fighting me anymore; you’re fighting to keep me inside."
"You’ve got a gift for this, don’t you?"
"Just look at how you’re swallowing my cock, clinging to it like it’s the only thing keeping you alive."
He pulled back slightly to look at her face, and the sight made his blood boil with possessiveness. Her usually composed, lethal features were completely wrecked.
Her eyes were rolled back slightly, glazed with a mixture of shock and overwhelming pleasure; her lips were swollen and parted, panting for air; her cheeks were flushed a deep, bruised crimson. She looked undone completely and utterly broken by the sensation.
"That pretty face looks fucked up good," he whispered, a dark smirk twisting his lips. "But since you’ve been such a good little slut for me, I think it’s time I give you your reward."
Iris could feel the change in him. The rhythm of his thrusts shifted from grinding to something more urgent, more explosive.
The muscles in his thighs were tensing like coiled springs, and the cock inside her felt impossibly larger, throbbing with a heat that seemed to burn her from the inside out.
"Nngh... Rex... wait... what are you? Ahhh!"
"Here it comes, baby," Rex groaned. "Your first real gift."
He drove home one last time, bottoming out against her womb with enough force to make her entire body convulse.
"AAAAAGGHH!!" Iris screamed, her back arching so violently her spine nearly left the mattress.
At that exact moment, Rex’s climax hit. She felt it immediately: the hot, rhythmic pulses of thick semen flooding her entrance, filling her sensitive walls with searing liquid heat.
"Mmmph hngnnn!" Iris’s moan turned into a strangled whimper as the sensation of being filled from the inside overwhelmed her nervous system.
Her pussy clutched at him reflexively, trying to trap every single drop of the warm cum.
But Rex wasn’t done with his display. Just as he felt the first few pulses subside, he gripped her hips and began to withdraw.
He didn’t pull out fast; he did it slowly, deliberately, letting the vacuum of her tight walls tug at him. As his cock finally slipped free of her drenched folds, the pressure changed.
"Nnngh... haaa..." Iris gasped, feeling suddenly empty and cold where his heat had been.
Then came the flood. Because he had pulled away while still pulsing, the accumulated semen that had been trapped inside her began to spill out in a torrent.
But Rex had timed it perfectly. The overflow didn’t just drip down her thighs; it sprayed outward with the force of his final contractions.
A thick stream of white cum splattered across her flat stomach, hot and viscous. More followed, painting her chest and throat in sticky streaks.
A particularly heavy glob landed across her cheek and split across her lips, the salty taste immediately undeniable as it smeared across her face.
"Aah... huff... huff..." Iris lay there, panting heavily, her chest heaving.
She looked up at the ceiling with dazed eyes, feeling the wetness dripping down her skin, the stickiness coating her thighs and face. She felt marked and claimed.
Rex sat back on his haunches, watching the mess he had made. His cock was still glistening, dripping steadily onto her stomach.
"See?" he panted, wiping a stray drop of sweat from his own brow. "Told you I’d reward you."
"Now you’ve got a taste of what it means to belong to me."