telling him not to rape her only further goaded malcolm, especially when her melted pussy was doing everything but resisting his big meaty fingers. the wet, sticky nectar of her needy fuckhole dribbled down the length of his digits that were able to slide so easily up into her slippery depths. her body wanted him so fucking bad and his responded hungrily in turn- a beast that wouldn’t stop until he’d claimed his bitch for certain. “i know you’ll be a good girl,” he rasped, stroking at her innermost walls with the caress of callused fingertips. fuck, she was perfect. everything from her sweet innocent voice to those needy eyes that begged for mercy drove him into a deeper state of ravenous hunger. maybe he was a cruel man, but there was no guilt in the way he flicked his fingers faster and faster inside of her pussy as she pleaded for him not to do this in front of everyone. “feels like you’re already wet enough for my cock. i’m gonna stretch you out ‘till you fucking scream and cry.” there was nothing malcolm wanted more than to hurt her with his cock. dripping wet fingers slide out of her walls, swiftly grabbing at her panties and forcibly dragging them down her legs. “you don’t need these, princess. show off that pretty pussy, but only daddy gets to rape your holes tonight.” that was certainly a fucking promise. his other free hand undoes his belt buckle, his zipper, tugging out that monstrous length of his. he’s a big man in every sense of the word. hell, his cock was probably a solid ten inches and the width was about as thick as a large man’s wrist. the bald tip of him oozed with a pearl of hot pre-cum, and he groaned lowly in his chest at how heavy his raw need felt already. and this was a different sort of hunger. typically, all a woman had to do was look good and flash some skin to get malcolm rock fucking hard. but delphi was bringing out the side of him that lacked self-control, which was not normal for a dominant man such as him. normally he could tease and hold back his cum, but the thought of raping delphi pushed him to just bury his length inside of her and bang her without restraint. “fucking come here. you’re mine now,” his demands were wickedly harsh as he pulled at her hips, whilst at the same time, angled himself on the sofa to slip his burgeoning cock head against the sloppy folds of her undeniable cunt. guiding his cock with a palm around the middle of his girth, he smeared her juices across his tip, growling lowly at their fluids mixing together already. fuck, that was so good. so hot and messy. “beg me,” he demands, “beg for daddy to rape your pussy.” malcolm knew that she would probably be in shock at first, though that still didn’t cause him to hesitate. sharp, chiseled hips flicked relentlessly into her, so that her slender thighs slapped against his, skin loudly hitting skin, and then the head of his alpha cock would breach those succulent pussy folds. he buried his member fast and hard, inch by thick inch shoving up into that wet warmth, and god was she wet enough to take him- but her hole was still too tiny to receive all of him in one go. he had to force that dick into her, and he definitely went about doing so, hips pushing harder and deeper into her petite frame so that his cock could drive all the way towards that heated womb. “i’m gonna fill you with so much cum and piss, baby. i promise.”
She was going straight to hell for this, she could already tell. She’d never been explicitly religious or anything, but her parents had raised her to be a good girl. And now she was taking that a little too far out of context. “W-Wait, wait, please, this...isn’t a good idea!” she protested desperately- and yet her desperation was also clear in the way her hips jerked forward, her inner thighs already messy with her wetness as his fingers pressed deep inside her. Delphi was already breathless and trembling and he’d barely even done anything to her, her wide, doe-like eyes looking down to where his hand pressed between her thighs. His hand alone was massive, broader than the gap between her soft, pillowy thighs, and she could’ve sworn that two of his fingers were already thicker than anything she’d taken inside her up to that point- which wasn’t much, really, considering her inexperience. The faster he fucked her needy hole with his thick fingers, the higher her dress hiked, and pretty soon Delphi could see for herself the lewd way his fingers disappeared inside her- and she could see the way she’d absolutely drenched his hand. She was mortified. “Please not here, please, Sir!” she begged, almost as if she’d accepted the fate that she wasn’t going to escape him.
Sure enough, his hand was leaving her a couple moments later, the wet sound audible even over the noise in the room. What was more embarrassing was the absolutely needy whine that left her lips at the loss before she could stop herself. She barely had enough time to sputter over her lost panties, her thighs still splayed wide enough that anyone could’ve looked over and caught sight of the sloppy mess between her legs, before she was completely distracted by Malcolm undoing his pants. “No,” she blurted instantly, a look of genuine fear flashing across her doll-like features at the sheer size of him. “...No, you can’t- you can’t, it won’t fit, please!” she protested, making an attempt to get to her feet- only to realize they were shaking, in fear or desire, she couldn’t quite figure out. Probably both. In a flash, he was yanking her closer, and Delphi had no hope of resisting it. “Please, please,” she begged, struggling in his grasp as the massive head prodded between her thighs impatiently. She should have been horrified, and she was, but she was also unbelievably turned on, tears welling in her eyes. Delphi didn’t have the time to suck in a breath before he ramming himself inside of her, forcing himself deeper into her impossible tightness with each thrust- and it felt like he was literally splitting her in half. She let out a cry loud enough to draw some attention, her face pinched in what might’ve been the worst pain she’d ever experienced. And she was coming. Harder than she ever had before. “Please!” she gasped, nearly breathless now, and she couldn’t have been sure at that point if she was begging him to stop or keep going. “P-Please- Pleasepleaseplease!”