She’d barely managed to scream and start writhing again before he was behind her, his cock pressing into her hot pussy. The fit was too tight for an easy entry, no matter that she was soaking wet, and Michael’s balls ached as he drew back and thrust forward, driving himself a little deeper with every push of his cock. Ellie’s sobs only spurred him on as she writhed before him, her soft, hot body welcoming him in, the heat rising off her beaten skin only matched by the heat of her pussy as it enveloped his cock.

“Oh fuck... oh fuck.... oh fuck...” She said it over and over, with every thrust he made, with every panting sob for air, as if she was too far gone to be able to find any other words.

He thrust hard, burying himself completely inside of her, and she screamed as her body jolted against the desk, his balls slapping against her clamped clit, and his body rubbing against the welts he’d just decorated her ass with. The scream was half-agony, half-ecstasy.

“Say red if you need to,” Michael reminded her, his voice almost harsh with the effort of holding himself still inside of her.

A half-sob was his only response.

Holding her hips tightly in his hands, he started to fuck her from behind.

Deeply.

Roughly.

He pushed her to the limit as he stretched out her pussy, his body bumping against the plug and causing her to jerk in reaction as the large toy jolted inside of her. The ridges of the plug rubbed against his cock through the thin wall between her passages, massaging him as he moved in and out of her gripping sheath.

He could feel his balls knocking against her clit clamp with every stroke, making the tiny organ swell in its confines, and her squirming and sobs increased every time.

Her hard, red nipples would be squashed beneath her, still clamped, throbbing in their confinement, scraping across the table as he rode her hard.

When she started to orgasm, she screamed in anguish as her poor, abused clit tried to expand and couldn’t, the tiny bundle of nerves pressing against its constraints.

Michael fucked her harder, his own sadistic passions feeding off of her screams.

She was lost in a maelstrom of excruciating torment, buffeted on the winds of rapturous ecstasy, so torn between the two sensations she couldn’t tell if she was flying or falling.

Full... she was so very, very full. Full to the brim physically, full of sensations, full of emotions...

Michael’s cock moved inside of her, slow and deep. It felt like the plug was thrust into her every time his cock was, until she was so full she could taste the sex in the back of her throat.