Chapter 100: 100. My Phone Is Going To Capture Every Moments Of Our First!**

As the night wore on, the room remained thick with the scent of their sexual activity. Every time Mike came, he’d dump it deep inside her, filling her up until she overflowed, the warm cum pooling on the mattress beneath her trembling body.

She was completely, utterly his toy, his slut, and his cum bucket. And as the clock ticked past 01:15 AM, she still couldn’t get enough.

She was fucking addicted to him, to the way he destroyed her, to the way he filled her with his hot, thick seed over and over again until she was nothing but a dripping, broken mess of a woman.

The bedroom was a fucking warzone, the sheets completely ruined with a massive, sticky landscape of dried and wet cum, blood, and sweat. Ellie lay there completely sprawled out like a fucking doll, as if someone had broken her legs; she was splayed wide with her knees bent, her pussy wide open and pulsing as if it were fucking possessed.

From her center, a thick, viscous fountain of Mike’s cum started gushing out in heavy ropes, overflowing her swollen lips and pooling on the mattress in a fucking lake. Glug. Glug. Glug. It was relentless, a testament to how much he’d absolutely demolished her inside.

Mike stood over her, his massive, dark frame casting a shadow that completely engulfed her trembling body. "Hahhhh... I love fucking a virgin, especially if that virgin is taken."

He looked down at her with pure, primal amusement, watching how her completely wrecked face stared blankly at the ceiling, her eyes glazed over, her tongue hanging out of her lopsided mouth like some fucking addict. She looked utterly stupid, utterly broken, and absolutely fucking beautiful in her ruin.

"Look at you, Ellie," Mike boomed, his voice vibrating through her exhausted body.

He reached down and ran a thick finger through the puddle of cum between her thighs, bringing it up to smear across her reddened, swollen lips. "You’re fucking leaking like a goddamn fountain!"

"You really fucking took it all, didn’t you?"

Ellie could barely even nod; her brain turned to fucking mush from hours of continuous, violent fucking. "Mmmph... yes..." she croaked, her voice almost gone.

Mike let out a dark, rumbling laugh and reached for his phone on the nightstand. "Hahaha!"

"You know what?" he said, tapping away at the screen with a grin. "When the sun comes up tomorrow morning, you’re gonna go get yourself a birth control pill."

"I’m not trying to make a fucking kid with you yet, slut," Mike said, pointing at her. "You need to learn to handle what I’m giving you!"

’Oh god... oh fuck... he’s right...’

’He’s so fucking right... I’m gonna have his baby from this encounter if I don’t consume any birth control pill...’

’He’s been fucking me so hard, and the chance of getting pregnant is high...!’

’I need to get that fucking pill... so that I’m able to take him forever...!’ Ellie’s mind was still fucking fried, but the thought of having his baby sent a violent, primal jolt through her already wrecked system.

Mike finished typing, tossed his phone aside, and stepped over her limp body. He grabbed both of her ankles, dragging her back toward the center of the mattress with a rough SHOVE.

"But for now..." he growled, his huge hands gripping her thighs and spreading her open even wider, exposing her dripping, swollen cunt to the light. "I’m gonna give you one fucking last round."

"One last time so you remember exactly who owns you."

He positioned himself, his massive, still rock-hard cock pressing right against her soaked entrance. Ellie’s body reacted instinctively, her pussy twitching and milking at the air in desperate anticipation.

"That’s it, open up for me," Mike commanded, his dark eyes burning with possessive lust. "Show me how much you fucking want it!"

"Show me how much you need your real man to fill you up again."

"P-please..." Ellie whimpered, her broken voice filled with pure, desperate need.

She tried to arch her hips up, her body acting on its own now, her cunt pulsing in time with the throbbing of his dick. "Fuck me! Fuck me so hard until I die!"

"I want it! I need it!"

"You and your words... you need to calm down with that." Mike laughed.

Mike let out a guttural laugh and slammed into her with everything he had left, burying himself deep one last time. "That’s my fucking girl!"

"Now take it like the dirty bitch you are!"

The room filled with the wet PLAP of his hips hitting her already bruised ass, the sound of her broken moans, and the sight of her helpless, fucked-out face staring up at him in pure, unadulterated worship. He was fucking her harder than he ever had before, driving her into the mattress until the bedframe groaned under their combined weight.

Ellie’s mind had completely shut off, leaving only pure, raw sensation as Mike ruthlessly claimed her one last time before the sun could even think about rising. Mike grabbed his phone from the nightstand with a wicked grin, his dark eyes gleaming with devilish intent.

"Alright, slut! Since you’re so fucking obsessed with the mirror, let’s give you a front-row seat to your own ruin." He thrust the phone into Ellie’s trembling hands. "Hold this."

"Record every goddamn second of what I’m about to do to you because it’s going to be a good first-time memory for us!"

Ellie’s shaky fingers gripped the device, her vision still blurry from her last orgasm. Mike didn’t even give her time to process what was happening before he reached down, his massive hands wrapping around her waist and hoisting her up like she weighed absolutely nothing.

He slammed her back against the mirror again, but this time he didn’t let her feet touch the floor. He hooked his thick arms under her thighs, lifting her legs up and wrapping them tight around his massive waist, pinning her against the glass.

"There we go! Now you can’t miss a single fuckin’ thing," Mike growled, his face inches from hers as he positioned his rock-hard cock at her dripping, swollen entrance.

He reached forward, adjusting the phone’s angle so the camera captured them perfectly: Ellie’s utterly wrecked face, her bloodied cunt, and Mike’s dark, powerful body fucking her mercilessly.

PLAP!

He hammered into her, the impact sending a shockwave across her entire body that made the phone shake in her hands. "Now tell the camera, bitch. Tell it who you belong to."

"Mmmph... I... I belong to Mike," Ellie moaned, her head lolling back against the mirror as her eyes rolled up.

Her tongue lolled out of her mouth, dripping saliva as she stared at her own reflection in the phone’s screen. ’Oh fuck... I’m being fucking recorded like a goddamn porn star, and I fucking love it...’

’I love that everyone will see me like this, completely broken for him... ugh... stop having these weird kinks... I only want to show all of this to him only, and I do hope... he didn’t share it with anyone.’

"Say it louder! And tell me what you think about that pathetic fucker Stanley!" Mike demanded, his thrusts getting faster and more brutal, his massive balls slapping against her soaked cunt with a wet, rhythmic PLAP SQUELCH PLAP.

"S-Stanley is... ahhhnnn~! Stanley is a fucking nothing...!" Ellie screamed, her voice breaking as Mike’s cock slammed against her cervix. "He’s so fucking weak!"

"He doesn’t know how to fuck like this, and he will stay a virgin till he dies!"

"He’s just a goddamn boy! Mike’s a real man! Mike’s gonna fuck me until I can’t walk for a week!"

"Oh yeah, you’re fucking losing yourself if you start calling me ’Mikey’ and not ’Mikey,’ hahaha~!"

Mike let out a booming, triumphant laugh, his free hand grabbing her hair and yanking her head back so she had to look at her own reflection while she spoke. "Proud of you, Ellie!"

"Tell it! Tell the fucking world who owns you!"

"M... Mikeyyy... owns meeee...!" Ellie shrieked, her body convulsing as another orgasm ripped through her involuntarily.

Her cunt pulsed around him like a fucking drowning animal, soaking his cock in a fresh flood of her juices. "He’s gonna fuck me till I break...!"

"He’s gonna leave me so fucking full of his cum... and I’ll be dripping for days!"

"Stanley’s gonna fucking loathe seeing me like this! He’s gonna see how much better Mike is and that this affair will last forever...!"

’Oh god, fuck yes... let him see; let him know he’s nothing compared to this man...’

’I’ll make sure he never fucks like this... he’s never going to have a chance with me at this kind of thing... even kisses too... I’ll limit him...’

Mike didn’t even wait for her to finish. He gripped her thighs harder, his fingers digging into her tender skin, and he drove into her with everything he had.

"That’s right, bitch! Record it all! I want you to remember every fucking second of how much better I am."

The room was filled with raw, animalistic sounds: the wet PLAP of skin on skin, the rhythmic SQUISH of his cock sliding in and out of her ruined cunt, and Ellie’s absolutely shattered moans. The phone captured it all: her swollen, red lips, her dilated, blown out pupils, the way her body arched in pure, unadulterated pleasure as Mike fucking decimated her.

"Oh god! Oh fuck! Mike! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Ellie’s voice became a continuous stream of begging as Mike’s pace reached a fucking war zone.

His sweat dripped onto her chest, mixing with her tears and cum as he hammered into her. "My pussy..."

"...ugh! I can’t cum any more...!"