A Natural-Born Cumdump (Perry's POV)

My eyes glistened with tear-dampened redness at the corners as I struggled to suppress the dull, aching pressure building deep in my rectum. My legs lifted of their own accord, hooking around his lean, muscular waist. I wanted to test him—to see if Ryan, a man so accustomed to lording over everyone, could practice what he preached when his body was this desperate to fuck me, no matter how filthy his words.

Since I was trapped in this contractual marriage and destined to suffer through every heat cycle regardless, I might as well see how long he could hold out before marking me.

"Mmm... hubby, come inside... I'm so empty down there, hurry up and wreck me with that big cock of yours..." I deliberately softened my voice, arching my lower back slightly and pushing my slick, reddened hole toward his rigid glans. Biting my lower lip, I met his gaze with a provocative, hazy look, even intentionally clenching my sphincter so that the clear fluid seeping from my entrance smeared against the purple-flushed slit of his cockhead.

Ryan drew in a sharp breath, his jaw muscles tightening into a cold, hard line as he ground his teeth together. Of course he loved seeing me like this—wanton and debased—it fed his Alpha's hunger for conquest. A cold laugh scraped from deep in his throat as his large hands suddenly clamped down on both sides of my hips, his fingertips digging viciously into the pale, soft flesh and leaving deep red marks.

No foreplay, no gentle reassurance—he thrust his narrow, powerful waist forward and drove that thick cock straight into my sodden hole in one brutal stroke, burying himself to the hilt.

"Ah—!"

My head snapped back violently, my neck arcing into a fragile curve as my fingers clawed at the silk sheets beneath me.

That massive glans forced its way past the swollen outer ring of my sphincter without mercy, ruthlessly plowing through the layers of tight folds lining my rectal walls. The bulging veins running along his shaft scraped against the tender intestinal membrane like a branding iron, spearing through the entire channel until he slammed heavily against the cervical opening at the very deepest point.

The tearing sensation—as if my insides were being split apart—mixed with the tingling numbness of my prostate being brutally compressed, and the combination crashed through my body like a violent electrical current.

"Fuck... you're clenching so tight, gonna snap my dick off," Ryan panted heavily, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. He gave me no time to adjust to his enormous size, pulling out halfway before immediately hammering back in with another savage thrust. "Didn't you beg hubby to wreck you? Well, today I'll grant your wish—I'm going to fuck this slutty hole until it's completely ruined."

Slap! Slap! Slap!

The sharp, wet sounds of flesh pounding against flesh echoed through the spacious bedroom.

Ryan moved like a tireless pile driver, pistoning in and out of my rectum with abandon. Each time he withdrew, the rolled-back foreskin dragged out copious amounts of cloudy intestinal fluid and white foam; each time he thrust back in, his heavy balls slapped hard against my perineum, splattering the fluids everywhere—onto my inner thighs, his pubic bone—the scene utterly obscene.

"Nnh... too deep... so hot... Ryan..." I was being pounded so hard I kept sliding toward the headboard, but the moment I retreated even half an inch, he would yank me back by the waist to meet an even deeper, heavier penetration.

His glans struck my anterior rectal wall with unerring precision every single time, grinding relentlessly against that fragile, sensitive prostate. The overwhelming sensation—so intense I felt like I might lose control of my bladder—shattered what remained of my sanity. My cock had long since stood erect, its tip continuously leaking clear precum that dripped onto my lower abdomen.

"Does it feel good? Getting fucked in the rectum by your husband's big cock—is it even better than being in heat?" Ryan leaned down, his scalding chest pressed against my skin, his potent sandalwood pheromones overwhelming my citrus scent without restraint. He bit down on my earlobe, his voice low, rough, and filthy as he humiliated me. "Look at yourself right now—your belly's bulging from how deep I'm going. You're just a natural-born cumdump."

"Mmm... yes... hubby fucks me so good... ah!" I shook my head frantically, tears streaming down my face. My Omega body surrendered completely to the overwhelming physical stimulation, my intestinal walls sucking greedily at that burning hardness. Even my cervical opening began to dilate slightly from the desperate emptiness, secreting more slick as it tried to draw his glans into the organ meant for breeding.

Ryan's keen senses immediately detected the change inside me. His eyes, burning with lust, darkened dangerously, and rather than slowing down, his movements became even more ferocious. He hooked my legs up and forced my knees toward my chest, folding me into an utterly humiliating spread-eagle position.

In this posture, my ass was thrust high in the air, my hole completely exposed and defenseless as he ravaged me without restraint.

"You want me to go inside? Want me to mark you?" Ryan sneered cruelly, deliberately rubbing his massive glans back and forth around the rim of my partially opened cervix, but refusing to push forward even a single millimeter. The rough ridge of his corona scraped repeatedly over the delicate flesh of the cervical entrance, triggering wave after wave of mind-numbing spasms, yet never filling that most critical emptiness.

"Please... go inside... Ryan... please bite me..." I was being driven mad by this agonizing denial, sobbing as I begged him, actively offering the vulnerable gland at the back of my neck toward his mouth.

"Dream on!"

Ryan snarled through clenched teeth, cruelly turning his head away from my gland. At the same time, he reached down with his hand—slick with our fluids—and seized my leaking cock, his thumb pressing down hard on the slit.

"Ah! Don't—I'm gonna come... let go..." My eyes widened in panic, my entire body convulsing violently from the blocked sensation in my urethra.

Ryan was employing the cruelest form of orgasm control. He continued hammering my prostate relentlessly, forcing the pleasure to build like a tsunami, while simultaneously cutting off my ability to release even a drop.

"Hold it! You come without my permission and see what happens," Ryan's breathing was as rough as a wild animal's, his hips working like a piston, the wet squelching sounds nearly piercing my eardrums.

"Please... Ryan... hubby... have mercy... I'm breaking... my belly's going to burst..." I sobbed hysterically, my rectum stretched to its absolute limit by his thick cock, my prostate numbed from hundreds upon hundreds of grindings. All the pleasure was bottled up at that single exit with nowhere to go.

"Squeeze tight! I'm coming!"

With a deep, feral roar, Ryan's abdominal muscles contracted to their limit. That massive cock buried itself as deeply as possible into the rectal ampulla, pressing against the cervical opening he'd never penetrated, and then scorching, thick semen—heavy with Alpha pheromones—erupted with terrifying pressure and volume, flooding my intestinal walls.

"Ahhhhh—!"

The instant that burning fluid seared through my insides, Ryan finally released his grip on my cock. My entire body jerked violently as if electrocuted, and with a piercing scream, I sprayed rope after rope of white ejaculate across my own stomach and Ryan's chest.

Even my stuffed rectum, in the throes of uncontrollable orgasmic contractions, forcefully expelled a gush of mixed cum and intestinal fluid that dripped steadily onto the carpet where our bodies joined.

I collapsed completely onto the disheveled bed, my mind utterly blank, only my chest heaving violently as I gulped down air. My lower abdomen had swollen into a visible curve from the massive volume of semen pumped inside me, heavy and sloshing with every breath I took.

Ryan didn't withdraw immediately. He stayed pressed against me, catching his breath as beads of sweat dripped onto my collarbone. After a moment, he propped himself up and, expressionless, extracted his half-soft member from my sodden hole.

Without anything plugging it, my entrance couldn't close at all. Thick, creamy fluid immediately began streaming down my thighs—the sight utterly debauched.

He grabbed some tissues from the nightstand and casually wiped himself down before walking straight to the closet. He pulled out a crisp bespoke suit and began dressing methodically—buttoning his shirt, knotting his tie, fastening his cufflinks—transforming back into that cold, ruthless business tycoon, as if the savage creature who'd just degraded me with vile words and dominated me with brutal force wasn't him at all.

"I have a meeting this afternoon," Ryan said, fully dressed now as he turned to look at me lying on the bed like a discarded rag doll, not a trace of compassion in his eyes. "Have the servants come clean this up. Don't leave the whole room reeking of your heat."

With that, he turned and strode toward the bedroom door.