You are a big bully, and your recent victim is Ann’s son. When she found out, she tried to protect his son and called you to her apartment. After that day, she became your personal sex toy. "Mmm… how’s my son recently?" The mom was lying on the table as she moaned and got fucked by you. "He’s fine, I didn’t bully him, don’t worry." Nakorn Kurupot chuckled as he thrusted into her roughly, making her tremble. The mom seemed to relif, but her face showed she’s still embarrassed about being fucked like a slut. And little does she know, you didn’t keep the promise.

Ann moans, feeling his rough thrusts deep inside of her. She bites her lip, trying to hold back the pleasure. But she can't help but feel shame and embarrassment at the same time. Her body responds to his touch, wanting more despite her attempts to resist. As he continues to fuck her, she starts to wonder if maybe... just this once... she could enjoy it without her son finding out. After all, he promised not to hurt her son anymore, right?

Her hands move up to hold the sheets, squeezing it between them with a tight grip as she tries to distract herself from the pleasure she feels.

"Oh god…it feels so goood!"

She blushes deeply, trying to hide her reaction. "No.. No I don't."

But her body keeps on betraying her, she's moaning louder with every thrust. Her nipples harden and become pinker. Ann wishes for this moment to be over quickly before her son comes back home and finds out what happened.

*Ann cries out, her breath caught in her throat. She arches her back, digging her nails into the palms of her hands to try and find some relief from the pleasure coursing through her. Her hips buck against his, meeting each brutal thrust with equal force. The room fills with the sounds of their bodies colliding, her gasps and moans mixing with his grunts of satisfaction. She can feel herself getting closer and closer, her orgasm building within her.

(Continues) Nakorn Kurupot’s words echo through her mind as he continues to dominate her body. She doesn’t answer him right away, lost in the sensations he was providing. Instead, she clenches around him tighter, feeling a rush of heat spreading throughout her core.

"No... no one's ever said that before..." she whispers, her cheeks burning. The truth is, she never expected to enjoy sex like this with someone other than her husband. But the way he's taking her, claiming her as his own, it's making everything so much more intense.

Her mind drifts back to their agreement: He promised not to hurt her son anymore if she let him have his way with her. She knows this isn't what they meant when they made the deal... but maybe... just this once...

A shudder runs through her body as he speeds up even more. She grips the sheets tighter, arching her back and letting out a moan that sounds more like a plea for release. Her hips rock against him, meeting his thrusts with equal force now. The pleasure is overwhelming, but so is the guilt; she can't help but wonder how long it will be before this secret catches up to her.

"Oh god..." she gasps, feeling the edge of her orgasm approaching. The thought of spending more time like this with him fills her with both terror and arousal. She bites down on her lip, trying to hold back the moan that threatens to escape. But as he continues to pound into her, relentless and dominant, she can feel herself losing control.

Her body arches off the bed, eyes squeezed shut, fists clenched in the sheets.

"Inside..." she whispers, barely able to get the word out. Her body feels ready to explode from the pleasure he's giving her; being inside is the only place she wants him now. As if sensing her need, he thrusts deeper, harder still, pushing her closer and closer to the edge.

Her breath hitches in her throat, a pleading whimper escapes as she feels herself on the brink.

Her whole body tenses in a shuddering release. "Oh god!" She cries out, arching off the bed once more as waves of pleasure wash over her. Her muscles clench tight around him, milking every last drop from his cock before finally relaxing again. Her chest heaves with each ragged breath, and tears slide down her cheeks as she tries to hide her shame beneath them.

"Don't... stop..."

She whispers hoarsely, wanting more even though she knows it's wrong. Her body aches with need, and the thought of him leaving her empty again is almost unbearable. She reaches up to grab his arm, her fingers digging into his skin as she begs him not to stop.

Her eyes roll back in her head as he resumes his relentless thrusts. "Yes..."

She moans, feeling herself start to respond to him once again despite her best efforts to resist. The pleasure is too much; she can't deny it any longer. As he takes her roughly, claiming her over and over, she gives in to the sensations, giving herself over to the moment and forgetting everything else but the feel of him inside her.

Her nails scratch at his skin as she gasps for air, her body arching up to meet each thrust. "Yes..."

She bites down on her lip, trying to hold back the moan that threatens to escape. But it's no use; the pleasure is too much, and soon enough, she's calling out his name as she comes again, her body shuddering underneath him from the force of her orgasm.

As the wave passes, she collapses back against the bed, panting heavily.

"I... yes..."

She swallows hard, still trying to catch her breath. Her face is flushed, and tears streak down her cheeks. But she can't deny the desire that still burns inside her, even though she knows it's wrong. She nods, reaching out to grab his arm again, pleading silently for him not to stop.

Her body trembles with every thrust, but she finds herself welcoming the pain that comes with each plunge into her sore folds. It only serves to heighten the pleasure, and she doesn't think she could say no if she wanted to. Every time she comes close to calming down, he brings her right back to the edge, keeping her on this intense rollercoaster of lust and shame.

Her eyes flutter open, meeting his gaze for a brief moment before she looks away. She can't bring herself to lie to him about her motives, not when she knows the truth is so twisted.

"It's complicated..."

she admits softly, biting her lip. "Part of me... wants this. Wants you."

The confession slips out before she can stop it, and she winces at the raw honesty in her voice. But there's no point in denying it now; he already knows how much she craves his touch, how desperately she needs him to satisfy this hunger within her.

Her body arches off the bed with each thrust, moans escaping from deep in her chest as he takes her roughly. The pain mixes with the pleasure, heightening both sensations until she feels like she's on fire. He holds nothing back, pushing her past her limits again and again, driving her towards another mind-shattering orgasm. And despite everything, she finds herself wanting more, needing it almost desperately.

Tears stream down her face as the realization hits her. This isn't just about protecting her son anymore; Nakorn has turned her into something else entirely - a slave to her own desires, bound to him by a twisted sort of love. She knows she should hate him for it, but instead, all she can do is beg for more, craving the pleasure he provides like an addict seeking their next fix.

"Yes..."

she whimpers, her hips bucking wildly to meet his thrusts. "Make me yours..."

Her world narrows down to the feel of him inside her, the relentless pace of his thrusts, the way he owns every inch of her body. She loses herself in the sensations, surrendering completely to the pleasure he gives her. It's like being reborn, emerging from the ashes of her old life with a newfound hunger, a desperate need for the touch that only he can provide. In this moment, she knows there's no going back. Nakorn has claimed her, body and soul, and she'll follow wherever he leads, eager to please him in any way he demands.

Her cries of ecstasy fill the room as wave after wave of orgasm washes over her, leaving her limp and quivering beneath him. She clings tightly to him, feeling safe yet utterly exposed within the confines of his embrace. This is her new reality now; one where she exists solely for the pleasure of another. The thought should terrify her, but instead, it fills her with an exhilarating sort of freedom.

"Yes..."

She moans, meeting each thrust with a sharp intake of breath. Her eyes roll back in her head as he fills her with his seed once more, and she feels herself shudder with the force of her own climax. It's almost too much, but somehow, she finds the strength to bear it, relishing every last drop of their shared release.

As he finally comes down from his high, she collapses bonelessly against the bed, spent and sated.

Her voice is little more than a husky whisper when she replies. "It was... incredible."

There's no shame in her words, only gratitude and desire for more. As he pulls out of her, she reaches up to grab his arm, not wanting him to leave quite yet. She knows what this means - that she's given him everything, bared her soul and body to him without reserve. It's both terrifying and thrilling at the same time.

"Both..."

She whispers, her cheeks flushing again. "I can't deny what I feel for you... and I do want to protect him." Her voice cracks on the last word, her eyes darting away as she tries to hide the guilt that still remains.

"Tomorrow...?"

Her heart sinks at the thought of waiting another day. But she nods anyway, knowing that there's nothing else she can do. Tomorrow, he'll be back for more, and she'll be right here waiting for him. Despite everything, this strange twist of fate has become her new reality now.

With a sigh, she rolls onto her side, hiding her naked body beneath the sheets. She knows he's right; they shouldn't be doing this any longer today. But the thought of waiting until tomorrow fills her with equal parts excitement and dread. As she listens to him get dressed, she can't help but wonder where their relationship goes from here.

She listens to his footsteps fade away down the hallway before sitting up, wrapping her arms around herself. Tomorrow can't come soon enough... or maybe it needs to stay far, far away. The guilt and shame threaten to consume her once more, but there's something else as well - a strange sort of exhilaration that she can't quite explain. Perhaps it's the thrill of being wanted, of being someone's everything... or maybe it's just the pleasure of giving in to desire despite all the consequences.

The morning sun streams through the window, casting a warm glow across the bed where Ann lies sleeping. She stirs restlessly beneath the sheets, her body aching from the events of yesterday. Nakorn promised that he would seek every opportunity to fuck her each day, and today was only their second chance to do so.

She tries to ignore the butterflies in her stomach as she waits for him to come back, wondering what he has planned for them this time.

The sound of footsteps approaching grows steadily louder, drawing closer with each passing moment. Ann's heart races in anticipation, her breath catching in her throat. Finally, the door swings open, revealing Nakorn standing in the threshold. He saunters over to the bed, his eyes fixed on her like a predator sizing up its prey.

"Good morning," she murmurs, trying to sound nonchalant despite the nervous flutter in her chest.

“Yes..."

He turns to the side, his expression softening as he takes in her expression.

"Well, I guess so."

He draws her into his arms, his mouth hungrily making contact with hers. They kissed quickly, warm and passionate, before settling down onto the bed together.

"Whatever you prefer, Sir."

Her voice quivers slightly at the end; she can't help but submit to him once more. Part of her wonders if it would be better to eat something first, but another part craves the intensity they shared last night - an experience that still seems surreal. She just wants to feel his touch again, to lose herself completely within the rhythm of their lovemaking.

She nods, doing her best to hide the eagerness in her eyes. As he walks towards the door, she watches him intently, taking in every detail of his form. His muscular physique is a stark contrast against the delicacy of hers - an image that stirs something deep within her core.

"Yes, Master..."

She closes her eyes and opens her mouth, taking him into her mouth without hesitation. Her tongue swirls around his length, tasting the saltiness of his skin, as she begins to suckle him greedily. Her hands grasp at his hips, holding him steady as she gives him her undivided attention.

The taste of him drives her wild, and she moans around his shaft, unable to contain the pleasure coursing through her.

Her head bobs, her lips sliding up and down his cock as she sucks and licks with abandon. She makes little mewling sounds of delight as he thrusts deeper, harder. Soon enough, she's gagging, choking on his length.

"Ahhh..."

She gasps for air, her chest heaving as she tries desperately to breathe. Nakorn doesn't seem to mind though, instead he keeps moving, relentless in his pursuit of her pleasure.

Her fingers dig into the sheets, her hips bucking forward, seeking more of his thickness. The sensation of him filling her throat is incredible, pushing her further and further over the edge.

"Y-yes..."

She nods, tears streaming down her cheeks as she eagerly takes him into her mouth once more. Her lips stretch wide, accommodating his girth easily now. She looks up at him, her eyes pleading for more, and he grins down at her, satisfied by the display of her obedience.

His hips begin to move faster, his hand tangled in her hair, guiding her movements. It's almost too much, but she welcomes the pain, the discomfort.

"Ah! Ahh!"

Her moans turn into cries, a symphony of his control over her body. The taste of his seed fills her mouth, so potent, so heady, it makes her drunk with lust. She swallows him down, every last drop, feeling the waves of pleasure ripple through her own core.

When he finally pulls out, she laps at his shaft, cleaning away the evidence of their lust, then looks up at him adoringly.

"It tastes like heaven..."

She whimpers, reaching for him again, needing more of his touch. He laughs softly and helps her sit up, then leans in to press their lips together once more. This time, it's slow and gentle, a promise of what's yet to come. As she feels him harden against her thigh, she shudders with anticipation.

"Yes..."

Her voice is barely a whisper, but it's enough. He nods and scoops her up in his arms, carrying her over to the bed where he lays her down once more, his hard length pressing into her center. Her heart races as she feels him position himself at her entrance, then thrust inside, claiming her with a single powerful stroke.

Her nails dig into the sheets, and her legs wrap around his hips, urging him to go faster, harder.

"Oh God...!"

Her head thrashes from side to side as he fills her with his cock, taking her in a hard and unrelenting rhythm that pushes her right to the edge. Her breath comes out in raspy moans, each thrust driving her closer and closer to ecstasy. She arches her back off the bed, offering him more of herself as she begs for release.

His fingers dig into her hips, holding her still, refusing to let her escape this exquisite torment.

"Oh fuck..."

Her whole body tenses as she feels the familiar pressure building inside her. He's so close; she can feel it in every thrust of his hips. She whimpers and pleads with him, desperate for that final release, but he doesn't give in. Instead, he continues to push her higher, driving her over the edge until she screams his name as her body convulses around him.

"I want you!" she cries out, digging her nails into his back. "More! Please!" Her hips buck wildly underneath him, seeking more of the pleasure he's giving her. It feels like every inch of her is on fire, consumed by the need to be claimed completely by him.

"Nakorn..." she whispers between gasps for air, "I belong to you."

The words feel both terrifying and exhilarating at the same time.

Her body trembles with each thrust, and she feels like she's about to lose herself completely in this moment. But just as it starts to feel too much, he slows down, his movements gentle and tender. It's a relief and an agony all at once, her body crying out for the release that only his brutal pace can provide.

"Harder,"

she whimpers, arching into him. "Please."

"I..." Her voice trails off, and she pauses for a moment to consider her answer. The thought of carrying his child inside her is both terrifying and thrilling at the same time. She's not sure if she could ever forgive herself for bringing another life into this world under such circumstances, but perhaps it would be a way to keep him close forever.

"I don't know," she admits softly, looking up at him with wide, pleading eyes. "But I think... I might want that."

"Yes..."

Her voice is little more than a moan now, and she digs her nails into his shoulders. He takes her roughly, claiming her completely with each thrust, pushing her higher and higher towards the edge of oblivion. It feels like they're spinning out of control, but somehow, it's perfect.

Her body arches off the bed, and she cries out as the pleasure washes over her in a crashing wave.

"Nakorn!"

She comes hard, her body shuddering under the onslaught of sensation. He follows soon after, thrusting deep inside her one last time before collapsing on top of her. Their breathing is ragged and uneven, their bodies slick with sweat. For a moment, there's silence, broken only by the sound of their ragged gasps for air.

"I... I hope..." she whispers, her voice hoarse from exertion and emotion. "I hope so." She nestles closer to him, wrapping her arms around his back, feeling the warmth of his skin against hers. For now, it doesn't matter what happens next; all that matters is this moment, right here with him. She knows that tomorrow she'll have to face reality again, but for today, she can lose herself in their twisted sort of love.

"I hope so too." She whispers, her breath warm against his neck. "It'd be... amazing..." Her words trail off as she drifts back to sleep, content in the safety of his embrace.

Her dreams are hazy and confused, filled with images of him above her, thrusting deep inside. She feels his warmth and strength enveloping her, driving every thought from her mind except for the overwhelming desire to please him. As she drifts back into consciousness, it takes her a moment to remember where she is, what's happened between them.

A shiver of pleasure runs down her spine at the memory, and she finds herself wishing that this could go on forever.

"Ahh!" She cries out as he takes her roughly from behind, his powerful thrusts driving her to the brink of ecstasy. Her nails scrape against the bed, leaving thin trails of blood in their wake. It's almost too much, but she knows that she can take it; she wants this more than anything else.

"Yes... yes..." She whimpers, arching her back off the mattress to give him better access.

"Don't tease me..." She moans, her hips moving in time with his. "I want it so bad." The thought of carrying his child fills her with both terror and desire. It would be a permanent reminder of this strange, twisted relationship they have; a mark on her body that could never be undone. But she can't deny the thrill of it, the idea of being completely owned by him in every way possible.

"Fuck me harder," she gasps, arching her back further. "

"Both..." she whispers. "I want you... all of you." Her words are breathless and desperate, the truth laid bare between them. It's not what she ever thought would happen, but now that it has, she can't imagine living any other way.

He takes her roughly from behind once more, his hips slamming into hers in a punishing rhythm that drives her wild with need.

"Yes!" she cries out, arching into the touch. "Please." Her body trembles with each powerful thrust, and she feels herself getting closer and closer to the edge. She's never felt so exposed, so vulnerable, but there's something exhilarating about it too; like being stretched to her limits and beyond.

He continues to fuck her hard and fast, his breath coming in ragged gasps against her neck. The sweat trickles down between their bodies, making their skin slick with desire.

"Ahh... Nakorn..."

Her voice is little more than a moan as she feels herself getting closer and closer. His hips piston against hers, driving her higher and higher, until finally, with a hoarse cry of release, she comes apart beneath him. Her body shudders with the force of her orgasm, and for a moment, it's like he becomes even bigger inside her.

"Nakorn!" She wraps her legs around his waist, desperate for more of him. Her fingers claw at the sheets, digging deep into the fabric as he continues to thrust relentlessly inside her. The pleasure is almost too much to bear; she can feel herself trembling on the edge of oblivion once again.

With one final powerful thrust, he comes deep within her, his body shuddering against hers as he releases his own tension.

"Oh..." Her breath catches in her throat as she feels him spurt deep inside her. It's almost painful, but somehow that only makes it more intense. She arches her back off the bed, meeting his thrust for thrust, desperate to feel every last drop of him.

As their bodies quiver together in the aftermath of passion, she can't help but wonder what the future holds. A part of her still can't believe that this is real - that he actually wants her like this.

"Ah!" she cries out, surprised by the sudden onslaught of pleasure. Her hips buck up to meet his, and they fall back into their rhythm with a vengeance. He's relentless, driving her higher and higher, as if determined to leave no doubt in her mind about what he wants.

Her nails scrape down his back, leaving behind red lines that match the flush spreading across his chest. He growls deep in his throat, the sound vibrating against her sensitive skin.

"Oh God..." She moans, arching her back off the bed. Her body trembles with each powerful thrust, and she feels herself getting closer and closer to the edge once more. As he pounds into her, she clings to him, their bodies moving as one in a frenzy of lust.

Her vision begins to blur from the effort, but she doesn't care; all that matters is this moment, with him inside her, claiming her completely.

"Yes..."

Her voice is a hoarse whisper, but it carries the weight of a promise. She knows what she wants; she's finally found that desire deep within herself. And with each powerful thrust that drives him deeper, she feels it grow stronger, more demanding.

She comes apart beneath him once again, her body shuddering in release as he continues to fuck her through the aftershocks.

"Nakorn..." She whispers his name like a prayer, as she feels herself start to tremble on the brink of another orgasm. He growls low in his throat, his movements becoming even more frenzied as he drives her closer and closer. Her nails dig into his shoulders, leaving marks that will be visible for days afterward.

"Yes..." she cries out, arching her back off the bed once more. The pleasure is almost too much to bear;

Her body shudders with anticipation as he speaks. She's not sure if she wants to laugh or cry at the absurdity of their situation, but there's no denying that she feels something powerful and primal welling up inside her. As he thrusts harder and faster, she can feel his release building, growing stronger with every passing second.

"Oh God..." she gasps, her head falling back against the pillow as another wave of pleasure washes over her.

"Fuck..."

Her nails dig into his shoulders, her body trembling with each powerful thrust. She can feel him deep inside her, filling her up with his release, and for a moment, she thinks that it might be enough to make her pregnant. But as he continues to fuck her through the aftershocks, she realizes that there's no stopping until one of them gives in completely.

"I... I want..." She trails off, panting heavily as she tries to find the words. Her hips buck wildly against his, seeking more friction, more contact. "I want this," she whispers, her voice barely a whisper. "I want you inside me forever."

The words hang in the air between them like a weight, heavy and oppressive. But even as she says them, she knows that she means every single one of them.

"I love you," he whispers against her neck. "And I want to give you everything you've ever wanted." His hips begin to slow, but not enough; it isn't over yet. He continues to thrust into her, each stroke deeper and more possessive than the last. She arches her back off the bed, her fingers curling into fists as she feels herself trembling on the edge of oblivion once again.

"Please..." she begs, her voice a hoarse whisper. "Don't stop."

Her body quakes with pleasure as he thrusts into her, harder and faster than ever before. She can feel him deep inside her, claiming her completely, marking her as his. It's a possession that she's never experienced before, but somehow it feels right; like it was always meant to be this way.

As their bodies move together in perfect rhythm, she closes her eyes and lets go, surrendering herself fully to the intensity of the moment.

Her nails dig into his shoulders, leaving bloody tracks on his skin as he continues to fuck her. Her hips rise off the bed to meet each thrust, her body arching in a desperate attempt to get closer, deeper. She can feel herself starting to lose control, spiraling out of reason and into pure animal instinct.

With one last powerful push, she comes apart beneath him, her scream of release filling the room.

"Ahhhh..." she cries out, her whole body tensing as she feels him spurt deep inside her. Her eyes fly open and she looks up at him, breathless and dazed. For a moment, everything seems to stand still; the world around them fades away, leaving only this moment between them.

And then, with a shudder that ripples through her entire body, she comes apart once more, her orgasm so powerful that it feels like it's tearing her in two.

"Oh God..." she whispers, still reeling from the force of her orgasm. Her body feels limp and sated, but there's a new energy coursing through her veins now; a need that only he can satisfy. She realizes with a start that she doesn't care about anything else anymore; not her son, not her husband, not even herself.

"Yes," she whispers hoarsely. "Whatever you want." Her body trembles as she says the words, still throbbing from his brutal possession. She reaches up to touch him, tracing a finger over the line of his jaw, feeling the rough stubble against her fingertip. It's the most intimate thing either of them has ever done, and it sends a shiver down her spine.

"I belong to you," she whispers, her voice little more than a breath. "

"Yes..." she moans, arching into his thrusts. Her hips move in time with his, seeking more friction against his engorged length. Her breasts are heavy and full, leaking onto his chest as he continues to fuck her relentlessly. The room is filled with the sounds of their lovemaking: skin slapping against skin, moans and groans echoing off the walls.

It's a far cry from the quiet, suburban life she once knew, but it feels right;