Fuck Me Harder - He Made Her Come Until She Was Shaking

Elena’s fingers twisted in the sheets. Every thrust punched a broken moan out of her. He was hitting deep — so deep it almost hurt in the best way. The head of his cock kept dragging over that perfect spot inside her until her thighs started shaking.

Julian reached under her, found her swollen clit, and rubbed it in tight, rough circles while he kept pounding into her.

“You’re already close,” he said. “I can feel your cunt squeezing me. Come on my cock. Now.”

Elena shattered.

Her orgasm hit hard and sudden. Her pussy clamped down around him in strong pulses while she cried out into the sheets. Julian didn’t slow down. He fucked her straight through it, forcing the pleasure higher until her legs almost gave out.

When the worst of the shaking stopped, he pulled out, flipped her onto her back like she weighed nothing, and shoved her thighs wide open. He drove back into her in one long, punishing stroke and started fucking her even harder. The bed shook. Elena’s breasts bounced with every thrust. He pinned both of her wrists above her head with one hand and used the other to grip her jaw, making her look at him.

“Keep your eyes on me while I ruin this pussy.”

Elena could barely speak. Soft, desperate sounds left her mouth every time he buried himself to the hilt. He was relentless — deep, fast, almost angry with how much he wanted her. Sweat started to shine on both their bodies. The rain outside was nothing compared to the wet, filthy sounds of him slamming into her.

He released her wrists only to grab the backs of her thighs and push them toward her chest, folding her open so he could fuck even deeper. Elena’s eyes rolled back. Another orgasm was already building, heavier than the first.

“Julian—fuck—I’m going to—”

“Do it,” he snarled. “Come all over my cock again.”

She did.

This time it ripped through her harder. Her back arched off the bed. Her cunt fluttered and squeezed around him so tightly he groaned. Julian kept thrusting through every pulse, dragging it out until she was trembling and gasping beneath him.

He was still rock hard inside her. Still moving. Still staring down at her like he wasn’t even close to finished.

Elena’s hands slid up his chest, nails digging into his skin.

“More,” she whispered, voice wrecked. “Don’t stop. Fuck me harder.”

Julian’s mouth curved into something dark and hungry.

He pulled out, flipped her onto her stomach, yanked her hips up again, and slammed back into her from behind with a force that made her cry out.

“As you wish.”

And he started all over again — deeper, rougher, completely relentless.

Julian didn’t ease up.

He drove into her from behind with long, punishing strokes, hips slamming against her ass hard enough to make the sound echo through the penthouse. Elena’s face was pressed into the sheets, mouth open, every thrust forcing a broken moan out of her. He had one hand locked around the back of her neck, holding her down, the other gripping her hip so tightly she knew there would be bruises in the morning.

She wanted the bruises.

“Fuck—Julian—”

“Take it,” he growled. “You asked for harder. This is harder.”

He shifted his angle and started pounding into that deep, perfect spot inside her without mercy. Elena’s eyes rolled back. Her fingers clawed at the duvet. The wet, filthy slap of skin on skin filled the room, mixed with the rain hammering the glass. He was so deep it felt like he was trying to split her open in the best possible way.

Julian released her neck only to grab a fistful of her dark hair and pull her head up. He leaned over her back, still fucking her hard, and spoke right against her ear.

“This cunt is mine tonight. You understand?”

“Yes,” she gasped.

“Say it.”

“It’s yours—fuck—it’s yours.”

He rewarded her with even harder thrusts. One of his hands slid under her body, found her swollen clit, and rubbed it in rough, relentless circles while he kept slamming into her. Elena’s thighs started shaking again. The second orgasm of the night was building fast, heavier, almost painful in how good it felt.

“Come,” he ordered. “Come on my cock while I’m buried in this tight fucking pussy.”

Elena shattered with a raw cry. Her walls clamped down hard around him, pulsing, squeezing, trying to milk him. Julian cursed under his breath and fucked her straight through it, never slowing, forcing the climax to drag on until she was trembling and whimpering beneath him.

He pulled out suddenly.

Elena made a needy sound at the empty feeling. Julian flipped her onto her back again, shoved her thighs wide, and looked down at her — flushed, sweaty, hair a mess, lips parted, cunt glistening and slightly open from how hard he had been using her.

“I’m not done with you.”

He climbed over her, lined up, and pushed back inside in one thick, slow thrust that made her moan long and low. This time he stayed deep and started rolling his hips in hard, grinding circles, making sure she felt every inch. Elena wrapped her legs around his waist and dug her nails into his back.

Julian braced himself on one forearm and used his free hand to wrap lightly around her throat again. He squeezed just enough to make her pulse race, then fucked her harder. Deep. Rough. Unrelenting. The bed frame knocked softly against the wall with every thrust.

“Look at me,” he said.

Elena forced her eyes open. His face was dark with lust, jaw tight, sweat dripping down his temple. He looked like he wanted to ruin her.

She wanted him to.

“Harder,” she whispered.

Julian’s eyes flashed. He pulled almost all the way out, then slammed back in so deep her mouth fell open on a silent scream. He set a brutal pace — fast, powerful strokes that made her breasts bounce and her breath stutter. Every time he bottomed out, a wet slap filled the room. Elena’s hands moved desperately over his back, his shoulders, into his hair. She pulled him down into a messy, open-mouthed kiss while he kept pounding into her.

The third orgasm hit without warning.

Elena cried out against his mouth as her body locked up. Her cunt fluttered and squeezed around him in strong waves. Julian groaned and kept thrusting through it, dragging every last pulse out of her until she was shaking and oversensitive.

He wasn’t finished.

He pulled out, sat back on his heels, and dragged her toward him by the thighs until her ass was almost in his lap. He pushed her legs up and open, folding her nearly in half, and drove back into her at a deeper angle. Elena’s hands flew to the headboard. This position let him hit places that made her vision blur.

“Julian—oh my god—”

“I know,” he rasped. “Feel how deep I am.”

He fucked her like that — deep, hard, relentless — until her voice broke into soft, continuous moans. Sweat slicked both their bodies. The rain outside had become background noise. The only things that existed were the wet heat of her cunt around his cock and the way she kept clenching every time he bottomed out.

Julian’s rhythm started to falter. His thrusts became shorter, harder, more desperate. He leaned down, forehead pressed to hers, still pounding into her.

“I’m going to fill this pussy,” he growled. “You want it?”

“Yes—please—come inside me—”

He slammed in one final time and came with a deep, guttural groan. Thick, hot pulses flooded her. Elena felt every spurt, the way her body tried to hold him in even as more cum was forced deeper. He kept rocking through it, grinding against her, milking every last drop into her until he was spent.

For a long moment neither of them moved. Their breathing was ragged. Julian’s forehead stayed against hers. Elena’s legs were still wrapped loosely around him, body trembling with aftershocks.

Slowly, he pulled out. A thick trickle of his cum followed, leaking from her well-used cunt onto the sheets. He watched it for a second, then leaned down and pressed a surprisingly soft kiss to the inside of her thigh.

Elena’s fingers found his hair, stroking gently.

Julian crawled up her body and collapsed beside her, one heavy arm draped over her waist. He pulled her against his chest. Their skin was sticky with sweat and sex. Outside, the rain had finally begun to soften.

Elena turned her face into his neck and breathed him in.

“Stay,” she whispered.

Julian’s arm tightened around her.

“I’m not going anywhere.”

He kissed the top of her head, then her temple, then the corner of her mouth — softer now, almost tender after how roughly he had taken her.

Elena closed her eyes, body deliciously sore, cunt still pulsing with the memory of him.

She already knew she would want him again before the night was over.

And from the way his cock was already starting to harden against her thigh once more… so did he.