For what felt like an eternity, Jun Hao had moved above her, his heavy body pressing Jiang Wen completely into the mattress, every part of her pinned and locked securely beneath him. His arms were threaded under her chest, hands clasped tight together so her own arms were trapped uselessly beneath her, rendering her completely immobile. His legs entangled and clamped around hers, keeping her spread and aligned exactly as he wanted, leaving her absolutely nowhere to go, no way to push him away, no way to escape the relentless rhythm he imposed upon her.

And for all that time, he had been driving into her, over and over again, in a rhythm that started deep and slow, building steadily until it became something wild, unrestrained, and utterly devastating.

He had taken his time earlier, sliding in and out, moving between her wet, welcoming folds and this tight, unfamiliar passage, dipping into her wetness again and again to coat himself thoroughly, ensuring every movement would be slick and smooth. He had stretched her, tested her, and slowly trained this narrowest, tightest part of her body to accept his massive size, forcing her to accommodate him until she was soft enough, wet enough, and broken enough to take everything he had. Now, he was fully seated deep inside her back passage, buried to the very root, surrounded by muscles that gripped him with a crushing, incredible force unlike anything he had ever felt.

Jiang Wen lay beneath him, face buried deep into the pillow, tears soaking the fabric completely. Her mind had long since blurred into nothing but a haze of pain and overwhelming, forced pleasure. She had climaxed so many times already, her body convulsing and squeezing around him helplessly, leaking fluids that had soaked the sheets beneath her completely—proof of just how thoroughly she had been used, how much she had been made to feel. She did not cry out anymore; she knew better. She knew that any sound, any plea, any attempt to beg for rest or mercy would only make him harder, faster, and more relentless. So she remained silent, enduring everything, her body trembling violently with every heavy impact, her back arching involuntarily each time he drove deep inside her.

But now, something changed.

Jun Hao’s breathing, which had been calm and steady all this time, began to grow heavier, hotter, and more ragged. His movements, which had already been fierce and punishing, suddenly became frantic, desperate, and far more powerful. The sensation surrounding him was too perfect, too incredible. The tightness, the heat, the way her muscles spasmed and milked him every time she trembled—it was pushing him over the edge he had held back from for so long. He could feel his manhood swelling even larger, throbbing violently, growing harder and heavier than ever before, aching with a pressure that demanded release. He had held back for so long, enjoying the feeling of pure control, but now, his body was taking over, driven by the overwhelming pleasure of possessing her completely.

He wanted everything. He wanted to give her everything.

Gripping her locked body even tighter, crushing her down into the bed, Jun Hao began to pound into her with a speed and force that was terrifying. He thrust faster, harder, deeper, each movement a brutal, heavy slam that shook her entire frame. The wet, slick sounds of their joining filled the room, loud and messy, mixed with the heavy thud of his hips slamming against her soft, pale flesh. Jiang Wen could only take it. She was battered by his strength, her small body bouncing and sliding up the mattress with every powerful stroke, completely at the mercy of his wild, unrestrained need.

Then, with a low, guttural groan torn from his throat, Jun Hao pulled back. He dragged his thick, heavy length almost entirely out of her, until only the flared, broad head remained pressed just inside the tight ring of muscle. He held it there for a split second, the tension unbearable, the sensation of that tiny opening gripping just the tip, desperate to pull him back in.

Jiang Wen felt the sudden emptiness, the terrifying sensation of being opened only at the entrance, her body aching and trembling, waiting for what she knew was coming. Her heart hammered wildly in her chest, her breath caught in her throat, her eyes wide and staring blindly into the pillow, tears streaming endlessly.

And then he struck.

With every ounce of strength he possessed, Jun Hao drove his hips forward in one single, catastrophic, earth-shattering blow.

He slammed back into her with a force that felt like it would split her in two, burying his entire massive length inside her in one blinding, relentless thrust, driving himself so deep that he touched the very limit of what her body could possibly hold, grinding hard against the end of that narrow passage.

"AAAAHHHH—!!!"

The scream tore out of Jiang Wen’s throat, loud, high-pitched, and utterly unrestrained—a sound of pure, agonizing pleasure and impossible fullness that she could no longer hold back. Her body reacted instantly, violently, completely overwhelmed.

Her back arched upward with such force that she nearly lifted herself entirely off the mattress, straining against his heavy weight, her spine curving into a sharp, desperate bow as every muscle in her body went rigid and seized up. Her hips bucked wildly, jerking upward as if trying to escape the incredible intrusion, only to be slammed back down and held fast by his iron-clad weight. Her legs, trapped and locked by his, shook and trembled uncontrollably, kicking uselessly in the air, heels drumming helplessly against the bedsheets. Her head was thrown back, her neck straining, mouth wide open in a silent scream that echoed long after the sound had left her, her face a picture of absolute ruin—eyes rolled back showing only white, cheeks flushed burning hot, tears and sweat mixing and running down to wet the pillow completely.

Her entire body convulsed in a massive, violent spasm, shaking and shuddering from the very tips of her fingers—which clawed and scrabbled uselessly against the sheets beneath her chest—to the ends of her toes, which curled so tightly they ached. She was shattered, broken apart from the inside out by the sheer size and power of his entry, stretched beyond all limits, filled completely, absolutely, and forever.

And at the exact same moment he buried himself to the deepest root, Jun Hao let go completely.

His body stiffened above her, his hips pressing hard and deep, grinding himself as far inside her as physically possible. With a heavy, shuddering groan of absolute triumph and pleasure, he erupted. Wave after wave of scorching, thick, hot fluid shot out from him, powerful and endless, firing deep into the tight, narrow passage of her body. He pumped into her rhythmically, again and again, emptying every single drop he had held back for so long, flooding her completely from the inside. He filled her up, coating every inch of that tight, sensitive channel, forcing his essence deep inside her, marking her, claiming her, owning her in the most absolute way possible.

He felt her inner walls clamp down around him, squeezing and milking him through every pulse, every spasm, every heavy shot he released, her body reacting to the heat and the invasion with violent, rhythmic contractions that made the pleasure surge even higher, blinding and all-consuming.

Jiang Wen lay trapped beneath him, her body still arching, still trembling, still screaming silently, completely flooded and overflowing. She felt the heat pouring into her, the impossible fullness, the heavy throbbing of his manhood buried deep inside her, pumping and throbbing, refusing to leave even as he emptied himself entirely into her. She felt invaded, claimed, ruined, and utterly his. Every inch of her, every opening, every secret part of her had been conquered, stretched, filled, and marked by him.

Jun Hao stayed there, buried deep, his weight crushing her, his arms still locking her tight, his seed leaking out around his length and running down her legs and onto the sheets, soaking everything in the evidence of his victory. He breathed heavily, slowly returning to calm, looking down at the way her body still shook and twitched beneath him, the way she was completely undone, completely spent.