Patricia's hands tore the sheets, knuckles bone-white, fabric ripping under her grip, her back arching impossibly, breasts swinging heavily, nipples scraping silk. Her ass thrust back, meeting his violence, a primal, desperate rhythm.

Her scream was a shattered litany, voice a raw, shredded ruin, "FUCK! YES! EROS! HARDER! FUCK ME HARDER!" Her plea a commanding prayer, echoing through the penthouse, a hymn to the god claiming her.

His hands were weapons of worship, sliding up her sweat-slicked spine, tracing every flexing muscle, gripping her hips, fingers sinking into bruises, layering new welts, yanking her back to meet his cock, doubling the impact, driving deeper, her cervix screaming.

He slapped her ass—CRACK—a gunshot sting, her scream a guttural roar, "YES! AGAIN PLEASE!" He obliged, his hand raining down on her ass, alternating cheeks, her ass a glowing red canvas, handprints over bruises, a masterpiece of pain and devotion.

One hand snaked beneath, finding her clit, swollen, throbbing, raw. He pressed—hard, unyielding, his finger a vice on the hypersensitive bud. Her pussy clamped, a bear trap crushing his cock, walls spasming. "FUCK! I'M—I'M—"

"COME! he roared, voice a dominant thunderclap. "Squeeze my cock! Now. Right now! Come all over my cock! Let me feel this tight cunt squeeze me!"

Patricia detonated. Her pussy exploded, walls crushing with impossible force, pulsing in violent, rhythmic seizures, her body locking rigid, arms collapsing, face buried in the mattress, muffling a soul-shredding scream.

"EROOOOOOOOSSSSSS!" Her ass stayed high, back bowed, convulsing in agony-ecstasy, slick squirting, flooding his cock, drenching the bed. He pounded through, prolonging the torment, her pussy milking him, her screams dissolving into sobs, tears streaming.

He yanked free, her pussy gaping, a wet schlorp, cum gushing, her whimper a plea for the void to be filled.

"Bathroom. Now," he ordered, voice rough with need. Her legs failed, collapsing in a trembling heap. He scooped her up, effortless, her body limp, clinging to his neck, inhaling his dark, honeyed scent.

The bathroom was a marble cathedral of mirrors, every surface reflecting, intimidating, exhilarating.

He set her down, "Hands on the counter. Bend. Arch. Spread." Her trembling hands slapped cold marble, a shocking jolt, her breasts hanging, nipples grazing stone, shivering. She bent, ass thrust high, back a graceful curve, pussy splayed, cum-slicked, dripping.

She looked up.

Her mind shattered.

Mirrors everywhere—every angle, her ass glowing red, bruises blooming, pussy ruined, lips swollen, gaping, white cum streaking her thighs, clit throbbing.

His cock, monstrous, glistening, poised behind her. He slammed in, one brutal thrust, her pussy splitting, screaming, walls stretching, cum splattering. Her reflection screamed back, a thousand Patricias, fucked, claimed, seen.

He pounded, mirrors shaking, her breasts bouncing, nipples scraping marble, her ass rippling, his hands bruising.

Her pussy squelched, squirting, flooding the counter. He spun her, lifting her onto the counter, legs over his shoulders, pussy folded open, slamming deep, her screams echoing, mirrors capturing every thrust, her soul bared.

Another orgasm, a seismic explosion, her pussy crushing, squirting in clear arcs, soaking his abs, the marble. He roared, cumming, flooding her, cum overflowing, their filth a glossy testament.

Her body his, her soul remade, forever claimed.

Her face: flushed deep, slutty red, tear-stained, makeup completely destroyed, lips swollen and bruised from biting them, eyes glazed and dazed with a desperate, feral need.

Her body was a canvas of his possession. From her throat to her thighs, she was covered in marks in every shade—pink, red, dark purple. Bite marks were visible on her shoulders, her breasts, her hips. Handprints bloomed vividly on her ass.

Her ass raised high and round, red and bruised, presented behind her.

And her pussy... oh, gods, her pussy in the mirrors. It was a gaping, swollen, red ruin. Dripping continuously. Their combined fluids creating a slow, thick waterfall of white that leaked from her stretched entrance and ran down her inner thighs, dripping onto the pristine white marble floor below.

And behind her, Eros. His perfect body glistening with a sheen of sweat. His eyes glowing like coals. His massive cock in his hand, stroking it slowly. It was even bigger now, impossibly so. Thicker. Angrier looking. The veins were like rivers on a map, the head so dark it was almost purple, glistening obscenely with their combined fluids.

She watched in the mirror as he positioned himself behind her. Watched his eyes, dark and possessive, lock onto her reflection. Watched him line up the head of his monstrous cock with her ruined, gaping pussy.

And she watched as he thrust into her.

Watched the entire thing. Watched her pussy, already stretched from his previous fucking, have to stretch even wider to accommodate his new, impossible girth.

Watched the way her entrance, bruised and swollen, had to flare open to let him in. Watched his thick shaft disappear inch by thick, veiny inch until his hips were flush against her red, spanked ass. Watched her own face transform, her mouth falling open in a silent 'O' of shock and overwhelming pleasure and pain.

"FUCK!" The word was a choked whisper, her throat too ruined for a scream.

"Watch," he commanded, his voice a harsh, absolute rule that echoed off the marble. "Watch me fuck you. Watch my cock destroy this pussy. Watch how perfectly you take it even though it looks impossible. Watch yourself get ruined. Watch yourself become mine."

He pulled back, and she watched it all. Watched his thick, glistening cock slide out slowly, every millimeter visible, her inner walls clinging to him, trying desperately to draw him back in. The amount of fluid coating him was obscene—a thick, creamy white mixture that dripped onto the floor.

Then he slammed back in—hard—and she watched the whole brutal, beautiful act again. Watched her ass bounce from the impact, the red handprints jiggling. Watched her breasts sway violently. Watched her face contort with an ecstasy that was almost frightening.

He started a rhythm. Fast. Hard. Brutal. And Patricia couldn't look away from the mirror even if she'd wanted to. It was the most obscene, most beautiful, most terrifying thing she had ever seen.

"Look at that," Eros groaned, his eyes locked on their reflection, on the slick, violent joining of their bodies. "Look at your cunt. Look how it swallows my cock. Look how fucking wet you are. Look how beautiful you are, Patricia. Absolutely perfect."

His hands were everywhere. Up her sides, counting her ribs. Cupping and squeezing her breasts, using them as leverage to pull her onto his cock. Pinching and twisting her nipples until she was sobbing from the overstimulation. She watched it all in the mirror—watched his hands claim her while his cock claimed her pussy.

He walked backward, his cock still buried inside her, pulling her with him until he was sitting on the edge of the massive tub. He adjusted his grip, lifting her easily, and suddenly she was sitting on his lap, facing away from him, her back against his chest, his cock still buried deep inside her.

"Ride me," he commanded, his voice a hot whisper in her ear.

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