It was not until Lucien Sinclair was pressed down and ruthlessly taken once more that he horrifyingly realized just how terrifying the physical strength of the main character truly was. The hands of Dominic Vance gripped his hips like iron tongs, while the manhood below retreated just the slightest bit.
Following that, the man's powerful hips erupted with the entirety of his primal strength. His firm, well-defined muscles tightened as he gathered momentum, driving a single, profound thrust all the way into the very depths of the most sensitive spot, before beginning to plunge and withdraw with the frenzied ferocity of a raging storm.
The massive, vein-ridged manhood thus maintained a thrusting frequency so rapid it was terrifying, brutally pressing against the walls of the pitiful, tiny entrance that was desperately shrinking back. The destructive force of every single collision was so intensely powerful that it felt as though it wanted to tear the person beneath apart, absolutely refusing to grant Lucien Sinclair even a single opportunity or a sliver of space to catch his breath, let alone any chance to put up a resistance.
"Mmph... ah... Dominic Vance ... slow, slow down... mmph, I am, I am going to die... ha... it is too deep..." Lucien Sinclair sobbed, uttering fragmented and broken words as physiological tears once again welled up and spilled from the corners of his reddened eyes.
The two small hands of Lucien Sinclair instinctively exerted force, tightly clutching and wrinkling the bedsheets beneath him, yet the relentless and torrential force of the thrusts caused his entire body to sway unsteadily, much like a tiny, fragile boat being tossed up and buried down by vicious, towering waves in the midst of a turbulent ocean.
His slender, fair white legs, which had initially been draped loosely over the man's narrow waist, were soon pushed to the point of losing every last ounce of their strength, sliding down weakly. In the very next instant, his thin ankles were firmly grasped by the scorching hot hands of Dominic Vance, forcefully yanked upward and securely propped entirely onto the man's broad, expansive shoulders.
His flat lower abdomen heaved violently in tandem with his hoarse, ragged breaths. What was even more terrifying was that, whenever he was penetrated deeply, the delicate skin of his abdomen was pushed to the point of bulging outward into a distinctly high mound, moving up and down in a rhythmic motion, as if it were perfectly tracing out the entire shape and horrifying size of the man's shaft that was wreaking havoc deep inside him.
"Be obedient and spread your legs wide." Dominic Vance spoke in a hoarse voice that carried an undeniable tone of absolute command, his darkened gaze, much like that of a predatory beast on the hunt, glued tightly to the flushed, rosy body beneath him.
One hand of Dominic Vance resolutely held on tight, keeping one of the young man's legs resting securely on his shoulder, while his other hand mercilessly pushed the remaining leg of Lucien Sinclair far apart.
This utterly shameful posture forced the pitiful entrance to spread as wide as it possibly could, displayed clearly and vividly right before his eyes, desperately attempting to accommodate the entirety of his thick, scorching hot shaft. By this point, Lucien Sinclair had been taken to the extent of draining all of his physical strength, his mind was hazy and unfocused, leaving him only able to obediently follow the man's control. He docilely spread his legs to their absolute limits, completely surrendering all of his defenses, freely allowing Dominic Vance to do whatever he pleased and madly play with his body.
Meanwhile, the remaining free hand of Dominic Vance slowly slid across the flat, sweat-drenched abdomen of Lucien Sinclair, delightfully caressing that protruding mound, as if he were touching the very shape of his own foreign object through the young man's thin layer of abdominal skin.
The fragile silk pajama shirt that Lucien Sinclair had been wearing earlier had already had all of its buttons violently ripped off by the man; currently, it was only draped carelessly over his fair white biceps, entirely exposing his chest that was flushed with a pale pink hue from sexual arousal. The hand carrying rough calluses belonging to Dominic Vance trailed along the curves of the body, groping until it touched the protruding peaks, directly rubbing against the sensitive nipple of Lucien Sinclair, which immediately elicited a weak, startled jolt and a breathy moan from him.
This adorable reaction brought him an immense amount of delight. Thus, he slightly narrowed his long, slender eyes, his fingertips increased their force, mercilessly pinching, twisting, and rolling the young man's tiny, highly sensitive bud until it became thoroughly swollen and burning red.
"It hurts... gently, please be gentle... I beg you..." Lucien Sinclair choked on his sobs, his coquettish voice pleading softly.
Even though his mouth was softly begging the other to be a little gentler with him, the smooth, slender calves of Lucien Sinclair that were resting loosely on the broad shoulders of Dominic Vance restlessly shifted a bit. He even seemingly, whether intentionally or not, used his heel to gently scrape and rub against the man's throat and his rolling Adam's apple. This teasing provocation, regardless of whether it was accidental or deliberate, was exactly like throwing a lit match into a barrel of gunpowder.
The breathing of Dominic Vance instantly grew increasingly ragged and heavy, his profound gaze turning thoroughly dark, blazing wildly with the fires of primal lust.
The man decisively reached his hand out, using force to tightly snatch the delicate ankle of Lucien Sinclair that was intentionally causing trouble and provoking him, forcing the young man to lie perfectly still. At the exact same time, his hips below began to thrust inward with a force that was increasingly powerful, becoming exponentially more ruthless and brutal.
Every single time the manhood plunged inside, it carried the terrifying might of tearing through the wind, invading so deeply into the narrow walls that it seemed as if it passionately wished it could stuff the two heavy sacs of testicles to violently slam inside as well. The firm hips relentlessly slammed against the plump, snow-white buttocks of Lucien Sinclair, these bone-crushing, flesh-mashing collisions produced a string of incredibly lewd and obscene sounds that echoed throughout the expanse of the bedroom.
Lucien Sinclair could not withstand this intense stimulation, he could only open his mouth and let out a few piercing screams due to the man's increasingly frenzied and violent thrusting rhythm. His inherently clear and melodious voice had now wavered slightly, turning thick and hoarse from moaning far too much.
These currents of maddening, scorching pleasure continuously piled up, wave after wave ambushing him, causing the mind of Lucien Sinclair to go entirely blank and vacant, utterly losing the ability to think. At his front, semen leaked out, soaking a large patch of the bedsheets.
In the very end, he was so utterly exhausted that he no longer possessed even the frailest ounce of strength to moan aloud. The corners of his eyes lifted, brimming with tears, and his swollen red lips parted slightly to pant, he could only helplessly allow that thick, massive shaft, burning hot as an iron, to freely and tyrannically rampage in and out of his pitifully tight little hole, carrying him to the absolute peaks of bliss that left his very soul numb.
By the time Dominic Vance ejaculated for the second time, Lucien Sinclair had already squeezed his eyes shut, completely passing out from exhaustion.