Chapter 150 Emma

• Emma's body trembled against the wall, her legs wrapped loosely around Jefferson's waist as his cock slobbered deep in her ass, the aftershocks of his last load still pulsing and marinating inside her. Cum and pussy juice leaked from both her holes, trickling down her thighs in sticky rivulets, mixing with sweat and blood from where he'd bitten her. The room reeked of sex; an overwhelming musky, raw, overpowering smell like a battlefield of aggressive lust and violation. Her breaths came in ragged hitches, chest heaving, nipples scraped raw from his earlier mauling. But even in the haze of exhaustion, her arms clung to his broad shoulders, fingers digging into the sweat-slicked muscle, as if anchoring herself to the storm that had shattered her vagina. There was something about the way he fucked her that had her in her feelings, but she couldnt name it.
• Jefferson pulled back slightly, his eyes locking onto hers, a salacious gleam cutting through the lowly lit room. His cock slipped halfway out of her ass with a wet schlick, the ring of muscle clenching desperately to hold him, but he rammed forward again, eliciting a sharp cry from her lips. "What's this, huh? Little white girl finally breaking? Spill it—tell me how much you hate this, and how much you crave it."
• Tears carved fresh paths down her flushed burning cheeks, her voice a fractured whisper amid the sobs. "I... I hate you, Jefferson. You're destroying me, piece by piece. But God help me, I can't stop wanting it. You've ruined everything—my body, my mind. Please... I feel so much for you. I am begging you, don't stop now, but make it hurt less? No—ruin me completely. I confess it all: I'm yours, even if it kills me."