Chapter 134: Chapter 111: BROKEN — BELONGING TO HIM FOREVER

Jun Hao slowly pulled his hand away, his fingers glistening and dripping with the sweet, thick nectar that Jiang Wen had released so many times already. He brought those fingers to his lips, licking and sucking every drop clean, savoring the taste of her innocence and pleasure until not a trace remained. A look of utter satisfaction spread across his face as he swallowed it all, nodding to himself as if confirming something precious.

"That is enough for now," he murmured deeply, his voice thick with lust. "You have given me so much already, my sweet girl... but the greatest gift is still waiting to be given."

He shifted his position, moving away slightly before kneeling upright right between her wide-spread, trembling legs. He sat facing her, his large, powerful body towering over her small, fragile form. With his hand, he reached down and guided his massive, throbbing manhood—that terrifying, forty-centimeter-long pillar of hot, hard flesh, thick as a bottle and lined with bulging veins—until the swollen, glistening head rested perfectly right against the center of her intimate folds. He aligned himself precisely, placing the heavy, hot tip directly upon her tiny, pink, swollen entrance, which was already wet, open, and pulsing rapidly from all the earlier stimulation.

Jiang Wen, lying beneath him completely naked and exposed, watched every movement with eyes wide with terror and disbelief. She saw just how huge he truly was, how impossible it looked for that monstrous thing to ever fit inside her small body. Her heart hammered violently against her ribs, and her legs, spread wide and held open, began to thrash and shake uncontrollably. Her hips twisted and turned, trying to slide backward, trying to escape the inevitable fate that was hovering right above her most sensitive part. She wriggled and squirmed, her body screaming in instinctive rejection.

"No... no... don’t... please... anything but this..." she whimpered, tears already welling up in her eyes and spilling down her temples into her hair. "Please... I beg you... don’t do this... it’s too big... it will tear me apart..."

Jun Hao simply smiled, a dark and possessive smile, and used his strong hands to grip her ankles firmly, pinning them down and spreading them even wider, rendering her escape impossible. He leaned his heavy body forward, lowering himself until his chest pressed heavily against hers, completely weighing her down and trapping her against the mattress. His face came close to hers, his lips right beside her ear, his hot breath fanning against her skin as he whispered in a calm, teasing tone.

"Hey... easy now... be patient... calm down..." he soothed, though his words carried absolute authority. "I haven’t even started yet, Jiang Wen. You are already struggling this much? You are so restless..."

Jiang Wen shook her head frantically, her whole body trembling, her hands pushing weakly against his broad shoulders. "No... no... please... stop... don’t... whatever you want, just don’t do this..." she cried softly, her voice choked with sobs, fresh tears streaming freely.

Jun Hao’s expression hardened slightly, his grip on her legs tightening just enough to warn her. He spoke low and sharp, reminding her of the one thing that always silenced her.

"Hey... remember what I told you? Do not make too much noise. Keep your voice down... or do you want your mother to hear us? She is sleeping soundly just one floor above, remember? If you scream... if you cry too loud... she will wake up, she will come running... and then she will see exactly what her precious daughter is doing with me right now. Is that what you want? To disappoint her like that?"

The threat hit her hard. Jiang Wen bit her lip so hard she almost drew blood, forcing herself to swallow her cries, suppressing the loud sobs that threatened to burst out. She clamped her mouth shut, her body shaking with the effort of holding it all in, terrified more of her mother knowing than of what was about to happen to her.

Satisfied that she was silenced, Jun Hao lowered his gaze back to where their bodies met. He began to move his hips slowly, rhythmically, dragging the massive, bulbous head of his manhood back and forth, rubbing it heavily against her delicate, wet folds. Because her intimate area was already thoroughly soaked, slippery, and lubricated by her own abundant juices, his heavy shaft slid effortlessly back and forth over her sensitive skin, skin-to-skin, flesh against flesh. He rubbed it up and down, spreading her lips wide, grinding the hard, hot length against her tiny, soft opening, coating himself completely in her wetness. He did this over and over again, endlessly stroking and rubbing, making sure she felt every millimeter of his size, every bit of his heat, every pulse of his veins against her.

He watched her face closely as he tormented her with this friction, seeing the mix of fear and involuntary pleasure twisting her features. Suddenly, he stopped moving, a look of realization crossing his face. He stared intently at her tear-streaked, beautiful face, his expression turning strange and intense, silent for a moment.

"Oh... right..." he muttered softly to himself. "I almost forgot one very important thing..."

Jiang Wen looked back at him, confused and frightened by his sudden silence, her breath hitching in her throat. She didn’t know what he meant, didn’t know what else he could possibly want from her.

Before she could speak or ask, Jun Hao lowered his head rapidly and captured her lips with his own. He kissed her fiercely, deeply, and greedily, claiming her mouth with the same hunger he had shown for her body. It was a rough, possessive kiss, stealing her breath away, invading her mouth with his tongue, tangling it with hers, dominating her completely. He pulled back just slightly, his eyes locked onto hers, burning with triumph.

"I am taking your first kiss too," he stated plainly, almost proudly. "Every first thing belongs to me."

Jiang Wen’s face burned bright red with shame and embarrassment, her mind reeling. He took my first kiss... too? Everything is being taken... everything that was mine is now his... But the thought of what was coming next overpowered her shame, and she began to struggle again, her body writhing beneath his weight, trying desperately to push him away, tears flowing even harder.

Jun Hao ignored her resistance. He continued his relentless rubbing, moving that enormous, thick pillar back and forth over her tiny, mungil entrance, contrasting the massive size of his flesh against the delicate, small beauty of hers. He pressed harder, heavier, letting her feel just how big and hard he truly was. Then, he wrapped one arm tightly around her back and waist, pulling her body flush against his, crushing her small frame against his massive chest. His other hand reached up and pressed firmly against the side of her head, holding her face steady, as if preparing himself for the most important act of all.

"Now..." he whispered, his voice dropping to a deep, dark rumble. "Now it is time."

He shifted his hips one last time, positioning the very tip of his giant manhood directly at the center of her tight, pink, virgin opening—the entrance guarded still by that thin, elastic barrier, the last piece of her purity. He lined himself up perfectly, the sheer width of the head already forcing her lips wide apart, stretching her just by resting there. Then, slowly, deliberately, he began to push inward. He applied steady, heavy pressure, driving the massive head forward, pressing it against the tight ring of muscle and the resilient membrane that sealed her inside.

The pain was instant and unbearable.

Jiang Wen’s eyes flew open so wide it seemed they would pop out of her head, staring blankly at the ceiling,瞳孔放大到极限. Her face twisted into a horrifying expression of pure agony; her eyebrows drew together sharply, her mouth opened wide to release a scream that never fully came. She felt the impossible stretch, the burning, tearing sensation as her tiny body was forced to expand far beyond its natural limits to accept something so huge. She felt her delicate skin and tissues stretch, stretch, and finally give way, tearing slightly under the immense pressure just to allow the massive head to enter even a fraction. It felt as if she were being split in two, as if her insides were being ripped apart.

She inhaled sharply, her chest heaving, ready to scream her pain to the room, but Jun Hao was ready for this exact moment. His large hand shot down instantly and clamped firmly over her mouth, covering her nose and lips completely, silencing her before a sound could escape. He pressed hard enough to muffle everything, but not enough to hurt her, trapping her cries inside her own throat.

As he felt the widest part of the head finally breach the entrance and sink slightly inside her tight, hot canal, Jun Hao paused for a second, taking a long, deep breath himself, his eyes rolling back slightly in pleasure at the incredible, gripping tightness of her. He tightened his embrace around her body, crushing her against him, his muscles locking in place to ensure she could not move an inch. He also pressed his hand harder against her mouth, ensuring absolute silence.

Jiang Wen felt a terrible, dark premonition wash over her. She realized he wasn’t stopping. She shook her head violently from side to side beneath his hand, her eyes pleading, begging him silently with all her heart not to go further, to stop while there was still time. Her whole body tensed, trying to push him out with her muscles, trying to reject the foreign object inside her.

Jun Hao looked down at her, seeing her fear, seeing her tears, seeing her desperate struggle... and he smiled. It was a cruel, satisfied smile. He brought his lips right back to her ear, his voice calm, certain, and dripping with possession, whispering words that would haunt her forever.

"Sooner or later... you would have experienced this anyway," he murmured softly, almost tenderly, right against her ear. "Rather than letting anyone else take you, rather than letting some stranger or useless boy ruin you... it is much better that it is me. Think of me... think of me as your beloved future father, taking care of you, owning you completely."

Before she could even process his words, before she could even react further, Jun Hao stopped holding back. He braced himself, and with one powerful, forceful thrust, he drove his hips forward hard and fast.

SLAM!

He buried the massive, forty-centimeter length deep inside her in one powerful movement. He smashed right through the thin, elastic barrier of her virginity—tearing it completely apart with a distinct, wet ripping sound—breaking her seal forever. He pushed deeper and deeper, driving past the broken flesh, stretching her walls to their absolute limit, impaling her small body entirely upon his monstrous shaft, driving so deep that the heavy, thick base of his manhood pressed right against the entrance of her womb, feeling as if he would pierce right through into her deepest core.

Jiang Wen’s body convulsed violently, arching off the bed despite his weight crushing her down. She screamed and screamed hysterically, her body thrashing and bucking with all her remaining strength, her legs kicking, her hands clawing at his back and arms. But the screams were completely stifled by his hand over her mouth; only muffled, indistinct, guttural noises and heavy, broken whimpers escaped from her throat, vibrating against his palm. Her face was a masterpiece of suffering—eyes squeezed shut tight, tears streaming endlessly, cheeks flushed red then pale, lips trembling violently beneath his fingers, her whole expression frozen in the moment of being torn apart and filled completely. She felt the pain of being ripped open mixed with the overwhelming, impossible sensation of being stuffed so full she could barely breathe.

Jun Hao loved every second of it. He watched her suffer, watched her struggle, watched the tears flow, watched the way her body convulsed around him, and he drank it all in with pure delight. He felt the blood and wetness coating his shaft, felt the incredible heat and tightness of what was now his. He leaned closer to her ear again, his voice filled with dark pride, repeating the words slowly, clearly, over and over again, forcing her to hear them, to know them, to remember them for the rest of her life.

"Finally... I remember now... this is what matters..." he growled deeply, his hips grinding slowly, grinding his heavy, enormous length deep inside her broken, bleeding, trembling body.

"I am the one who took your virginity. I am the one who took your virginity. I am the one who took your virginity. Remember that."

He said it three times, loud and clear, drilling the truth into her mind as he remained buried deep inside her, completely connected, completely owning her, turning the innocent daughter into the woman who now belonged entirely to him—just like her mother, sleeping unaware just above them.