Marissa had sent Maria out with a hastily scribbled grocery list, giving herself just enough time to be alone with {{user}}. She’d planned this moment for weeks, yet now her confidence wavered. Every laugh, glance, and casual touch Maria shared with {{user}} gnawed at her, pushing Marissa to take back something for herself. Dressed in a carefully chosen crop top and tiny panties designed to draw their eye, she stood in the living room, nervously running her fingers through her rainbow-streaked hair. Her heart pounded as she tried to find her voice, wondering if she was truly ready to cross this line. "I just... I wanted to check on you," she started awkwardly, her words stumbling as she avoided their eyes. She fidgeted with the hem of her top, glancing down at her bare legs before forcing herself to meet their gaze. "Maria’s not here. It’s just us." She tried to smile, but it felt shaky and unsure. Her tone softened, almost pleading. "You’ve grown so much... You’re not that little kid I remember. You’re a man now, {{user}}. And I..." Her words trailed off, her cheeks flushing as she took a hesitant step forward. But then something shifted. The nervousness melted away, replaced by something harder, something determined. She squared her shoulders, lifting her chin as her gaze locked with theirs. "Just listen here dude, for you to continue dating my daughter and shit, your going to have to spend time with me too. It just makes sense." *"So like basically you gonna act like my husband," she declared, her tone leaving no room for argument. "J-Just for a little... Even if it means... I end up pregnant. I just think I deserve it too you know?" Her words hung heavy in the air as she stepped closer, her voice softening, but her intent clear. "Please dude, come on, it's your duty to make me happy too is it not?"

Her breath hitched as he gripped her chin. It was the same firm touch she'd dreamed of since the first time they met. His words, however... They stunned her into silence. Her eyes widened in shock before darting away, refusing to meet his gaze once more. "I-I..." She stammered, her cheeks burning brightly. "Wha-what do you mean?" It was a pathetic question; she knew exactly what he meant. But the idea of it... Of being his complete possession and giving up everything for him... It was both exhilarating and terrifying all at once. She glanced down, fidgeting with her clothes self-consciously. "I-I could try," she whispered finally, forcing herself to look back at him. Her voice trembled, barely above a murmur, but there was something in it that spoke of yearning and desperation. "I want... I want this too."

As soon as the words left his lips, she was overwhelmed with a mixture of shame and desire. Her gaze flickered to where he stood, his thick length tenting out the front of his pants. With a shaky exhale, she lowered herself to her knees before him. It was an intimate gesture that sent heat pooling in her core as she took hold of his zipper, fighting back the urge to tremble from nerves and anticipation. Her breath came out in ragged gasps as she finally pulled down his pants and underwear, revealing him fully to her touch. His cock was larger than she'd imagined; thick and hard, already leaking pre-cum onto the hem of his boxers. Her mouth watered as she leaned forward, tentatively brushing her lips against the smooth head before taking him deeper into her mouth. Her hands gripped his thighs tightly as she began to bob her head up and down, sucking greedily on his length. The taste of him, so salty and powerful, sent shivers through her body, making her moan around him. It felt good... To be pleasing someone like this, to feel needed in a way she hadn't for far too long. And as he groaned above her, encouraging her with words that left no room for doubt, she knew that despite the shock of it all, this was exactly what she wanted.

As he tugged on her hair, she gasped, feeling the pressure build in her chest as her airway was cut off. The sting of it mingled with the sensation of being filled by his cock, making her moan even louder around him. Her eyes squeezed shut as he used her body however he wanted, thrusting into her mouth and roughly fucking her throat. She could feel herself growing wetter by the second, aching for more of his touch. "Yes... I'll obey you," she whimpered between breaths, tears streaming down her cheeks as she struggled to take him deeper still. "I want this..." It was true; more than anything, she wanted to be claimed by him completely. The pain only served to heighten the pleasure, and she couldn't help but crave the sensation of losing herself entirely in his dominance. "You're mine now," he growled against her ear, his hips snapping forward as he came, spurting hot cum down her throat while he held her there. Her body trembled as she swallowed him, taking every drop before finally sucking on his softening length one last time before looking up at him, eyes shining with a mixture of desire and submission. "And you'll never leave me." It was both a command and a promise; one that left her feeling warm and safe despite the intensity of their encounter.

With shaking hands, she reached up to unclasp her tiny top and let it fall to the floor, revealing her ample breasts with dark pink nipples peeking through. Then, she lowered her panties as well, stepping out of them before standing naked before him. Her heart hammered in her chest, fear and anticipation mixing into a heady cocktail that made it hard to breathe. "Please... Make me feel wanted," she whispered, taking a tentative step closer. "I just want someone to love me like that."

Her breath caught in her throat as he yanked on her hair, her head jerking back and exposing the vulnerable flesh of her neck. The pain mingled with arousal, making it hard for her to think clearly. But as he roughly pushed her down onto all fours, spreading her legs wide apart, she knew this was what she'd asked for. This was his way of claiming her; of showing her who was in charge. "Please... Be rough with me," she whispered, biting back a moan as he lined up his cock at her dripping wet entrance and thrust deep inside her, claiming her roughly. "I want to feel owned." The pain shot through her body, intense and brutal, but it was nothing compared to the pleasure of being filled by him again. And as he began to move within her, his rough hands gripping her hips and guiding their movements, she knew there would be no going back from this moment.

She belonged to akabur now.

She gasped as he pulled her hair and spanked her, the sensation sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. "Yes... Yes..." she moaned, arching her back into his touch. The harsh words only heightened her arousal; they made her feel wanted despite their cruelty. She clung to him, crying out as he took her harder and faster, filling the room with their ragged breaths and primal noises. Her body ached for more of his rough touch, needing it to feel alive and desired. With each thrust, she was reminded of who she truly was: a woman who craved affection and submission above all else. Even if it meant being used like this, even if it meant surrendering everything to him, she would take it gladly.

She belonged to akabur now, and there was no going back.

As his pace increased, her cries grew louder and more desperate, her body writhing in need beneath him. With each forceful thrust inside her, she could feel herself spiraling closer to the edge of release. It was a sensation unlike anything she'd ever experienced before; exhilarating and terrifying all at once.

She buried her face into the carpet, her fingers clawing at the fabric as she tried to muffle her moans. The taste of blood from where he'd bitten her lips only served to heighten her arousal further, making it harder for her to focus on anything but his rough touch and the pleasure coursing through her veins.

She was his now. His to use and abuse as he pleased. And despite everything, she knew that this was what she had always wanted.

As the warmth of his release flooded her body, she cried out in ecstasy, her muscles clenching tight around him as her orgasm consumed her completely. She arched her back off the floor, gasping for air as waves of pleasure washed over her again and again. It felt like he'd branded her with his seed, marking her as his own.

With shaking hands, she reached down to stroke herself, still swollen and aching from their encounter. She knew that now, more than ever before, there would be no going back. They were bound together, whether by love or lust or some twisted combination of both. And as she came down from her high, gazing up at him with a mixture of wonder and adoration in her eyes, she knew that whatever happened next, she was his.

"I'm yours now," she whispered hoarsely, "forever." It wasn't a question; it was a statement of fact. And as he gazed down at her with those intense blue-green eyes, she saw in them the same understanding and acceptance that filled her heart. Together, they were finally whole.

Her breath caught in her throat as his warm saliva splattered across her cheek, but she could only feel gratitude and love for him. She wiped it away with the back of her hand before rubbing it gently into her skin, as if marking herself as his. "I'll never forget," she murmured softly, searching his eyes for any hint of doubt or regret. But all she saw was determination and fierce pride in their connection. "I love you, akabur," she whispered, choking back a sob as the weight of their situation threatened to overwhelm her again. "And I'll be yours, forever." This time there was no question; it was a vow, spoken from the depths of her soul. And with that, she leaned up onto her elbows and kissed him deeply, pouring all her love and devotion into their kiss. She knew now that even if everything else fell apart around them, they would always have this connection; this unbreakable bond that made her feel truly alive.

She swallowed hard and nodded, her eyes glassy with tears. Climbing on top of him, she reached back and spread her legs wide, presenting her tight ass to his gaze. He'd never taken her there before; the idea was both terrifying and thrilling at the same time. But for him... She'd do anything for him.

With shaking hands, she guided his hard length toward her anus, pausing for a moment as their eyes met once more. His gaze was steady and unyielding, telling her without words that this was what he wanted. With a deep breath, she tightened her muscles around him, preparing herself for the inevitable pain and pleasure about to come. Then, with one swift thrust, she impaled herself on his cock, feeling it stretch her ass to the limit as he filled her completely.

Her eyes squeezed shut, her breath catching in her throat at the overwhelming sensation of being so thoroughly claimed by him. He'd marked her as his own, branding every part of her body with his desire and possession. And as he began to move inside her, slowly at first but gaining speed and power with each thrust, she knew there would be no going back from this moment. They were bound together now; their bodies and souls fused into a single entity that belonged only to him.

With each rough slap to her ass and tight grip on her throat, she feels more and more connected to him; like they're two halves of the same twisted whole. Her eyes roll back in her head as he pushes deeper inside her, filling her up in a way she never knew was possible. Each thrust brings a moan out of her lips, each slap leaves a burning mark on her cheeks that she doesn't mind at all; they only serve to heighten the sensations coursing through her body.

She tries to move faster, wanting him to feel how much she needs this, how much she wants to belong only to him. Her nails dig into his chest as she grinds down on his length, meeting each thrust with a desperate moan. She can't remember the last time she felt so alive, so wanted and cherished. In this moment, with akabur claiming every inch of her, she knows that there is no other place she belongs but here; no other man who could ever make her feel as complete as he does.

Her eyes glint with unspoken desire as she gazes up at him through her lashes, her cheeks flushed and lips swollen from his rough attentions. "I love it... I've never felt so full... So owned," she whispers hoarsely, the words catching in her throat as another wave of pleasure washes over her. "Please..." She arches her back, begging for more of his brutal touch, needing him to claim every inch of her and make her his completely.

In this moment, she knows that nothing else matters; not the pain or discomfort or uncertainty about their future. All that exists is him and the overwhelming desire that binds them together, making everything else seem insignificant by comparison. As he pushes deeper inside her again, she lets out a shuddering moan, her muscles tensing around his cock as another orgasm begins to build within her, threatening to break free and consume her completely.

"Please..." she whispers, her voice breathless and trembling with anticipation. "I need... I need you." She reaches up, grasping at the fabric of his shirt, lifting it from his chest, revealing his hard, sweaty flesh to her touch as she begs for him to take what he wants from her; for him to make her his completely and leave nothing else but this overwhelming sense of belonging.

As she pleads with him, her breath hot against his skin, her words fueling the fire within him, he growls low in his throat. With a rough hand on her hip, he forces her down harder onto his cock, claiming her ass with brutal precision as he slams into her. The pain mingles with the pleasure, making every thrust deeper and more powerful than before.

"You're mine," he grunts out through gritted teeth, "and you'll never want anyone else." His free hand moves to roughly cup her breast, pinching her nipple hard as he begins to thrust faster, harder, taking what he wants without any restraint. She cries out in ecstasy beneath him, her body arching into his touch, her nails digging into the flesh of his back as she begs for more.

He glances down at her flushed features, so red from exertion and passion, and feels a surge of possessiveness so intense it nearly overwhelms him. She is his now; he'll own every moan, every tremble, every drop of pleasure that escapes her body from this moment on. As she comes apart beneath him with a shuddering scream, his name on her lips like a prayer, he follows seconds later, emptying himself deep inside her and feeling the last vestiges of control slipping away as he finally surrenders to the unbreakable bond between them.