Urban Plundering: I Corrupted The System! - Chapter 419

Chapter 419: Lost Time**
In the bedroom, Maya was panting.

“Ahh~” she moaned one last time as she came hard, her thighs twitching.

Parker didn’t give her a break. He spun her around, dropping her onto all fours like she was nothing but his favorite toy.

“You’re already this shaky?” he growled, slamming into her from behind.

Each thrust sent ripples across her skin, his cock pistoning in and out with brutal force.

“You get tired after just this? Pathetic.”

He gripped her hips tighter, nails digging into her skin just enough to leave red marks. The sound of wet skin slapping skin filled the room. Maya’s moans turned into screams.

“You… you’ve fucked me for what? Ahhh~~~ ohhh, yes love~~ right there… It’s been a fucking week, you beast!”

Her voice cracked, body trembling, but her pussy clenched tighter around him.

Parker leaned forward, one hand groping her jiggling tits while his thumb rubbed quick, messy circles over her clit.

“I’m making up for the seventeen years you were alone. Or you want me to stop?”

He smirked, knowing damn well she couldn’t say no.

“You stop, I’ll kill you,” she hissed, voice shaking.

“Thought so.”

His hips went berserk. The speed—inhuman. Her walls fluttered around him like they were begging to milk him dry.

“Ahhhaaaan~ I’m—” She came again, legs almost giving out.

“This… This has to be the hundredth time. I fucking love this!”

Parker grinned, pulling out slowly. His cock shone with her juices, twitching, still rock hard.

Maya looked at it—her breath hitching. Her pussy ached and drooled, her thighs wet and sticky, but her hunger didn’t die.

“Let’s do this for an entire month, shall we, love?” he asked.

She nodded with a tired grin.

“But I take control!”

She leaped, showing off her dripping slit like an offering. But Parker caught her midair. Her legs locked around him, and he pushed her to the wall, driving back into her with a wet, brutal thrust.

He licked her nipples again, sucking them like candy. She moaned, louder now, and shoved his head deeper into her chest.

Their waists moved fast, violent, like their bodies were fighting to melt into one.

With a wave of his hand, Parker twisted time. A full month trapped in this room of endless sex—outside, not even a day passed.

His cock was still pumping inside her, slapping wetly, loud and hard. She bounced on him while he pinned her to the wall like a ragdoll.

“I’m gonna fill you up every day, every hole. Again and again until your body forgets anything but me.”

“Do it,” she gasped, biting his shoulder.

Parker spun and threw her on the bed.

“Ass up. Mouth open.”

Maya obeyed, shaking, her pussy dripping onto the sheets.

He pushed into her asshole next—slowly, stretching her out. Her body jerked.

“Oh fuck—”

“Take it.”

He pounded into her ass now, deeper and deeper, while fingering her soaked pussy and stuffing her mouth with his other hand. She couldn’t even form words anymore, just choked moans and messy gasps.

When he finally pulled out, he came hard—over her back, her ass, her hair.

She collapsed, twitching.

But he wasn’t done.

Parker knelt down, tongue lapping between her folds, eating her out from behind like a beast starved for weeks.

“You taste like heaven,” he growled, slapping her clit with his tongue.

Maya’s body seized again, another orgasm ripping through her. She screamed into the mattress, drool leaking from her mouth. He flipped her back over and slid his cock down her throat, fucking her mouth while her hands dug into his thighs.

“One month, baby,” he whispered, “and I’m not stopping until you pass out every night with my cum leaking out of every hole.”

And she smiled with her mouth full.

Because that’s exactly what she wanted.

****

On the last week of the month.

“You’re. Every part of you.”

Parker didn’t wait for permission. He never needed it. Maya was already naked and trembling, not from fear—but from the anticipation of being utterly broken down again.

He out her on her knees, eyes glazed, drool slipping from the corner of her lips as her fingers dug into her own thighs to keep from touching herself. He made her wait. Sit still. Watch undress the clothes he’d conjured for this game, like he was putting on a show just to tease her patience.

“Color?” he asked coldly, slipping his belt free.

“Green…” she whispered, voice already shaking.

“Louder.”

“Green, sir.”

That was all he needed.

He stepped in close, gripping her hair and yanking her head back. She gasped, eyes wide, as his cock brushed against her lips—thick, veined, pulsing with heat.

“You open this mouth, and I better not feel teeth.”

She obeyed instantly, letting him push deep, until he hit her throat. No warning. No mercy. He held her there, watching her gag and choke while tears streamed down her face.

“That’s it. Cry for me.”

He pulled out with a loud pop, strings of spit still clinging between her lips and his shaft.

“Crawl to the bed. Ass up.”

Maya scrambled on all fours, her breath ragged. She knew what was coming, and her body was already soaking, dripping down her thighs before he even touched her.

Parker didn’t rush. He grabbed a thick black silk ribbon from the drawer—her favorite tool. He bound her wrists to the headboard, tight but precise. Then her ankles, spread wide. Open. Exposed.

“You’re not cumming until I say. Understood?”

“Yes, sir.”

A sharp slap echoed as his palm smacked her ass. She yelped, biting her lip, arching her back for more.

“Good girl.”

He teased her folds with his tip, not pushing in—just letting her feel him there. Her hips bucked involuntarily. Another slap.

“Did I say you could move?”

“N-No, sir.”

He pushed in. All of what she could take. One hard, deep thrust that made her scream into the pillow. And then he stayed there. Buried.

“Count for me.”

He started thrusting. Deep. Brutal. Every thrust drove the bed into the wall, shaking the room. Maya’s voice cracked as she screamed numbers between moans.

“Seven—fuck—eight—ahhh—nine—”

By twenty, she was dripping. By thirty, she was sobbing.

But Parker wasn’t done.

He reached under her, fingers rubbing her clit in maddening circles while his cock pounded her harder. Her walls fluttered, pussy clenching like it was begging to cum.

“Please, sir—please let me cum…”

“Beg properly.”

“Please—Master—please let this dirty slut cum for you, I need it—I’m yours—use me—break me—fill me—please…”

He smiled darkly.

“Cum.”

She screamed, the orgasm tearing through her like a storm, body thrashing in her binds as she soaked the bed. But Parker kept going. He didn’t stop. His stamina was infinity—his mind locked in total control. Every inch of her was his.

He flipped her onto her back without untying her, spreading her legs wider as he thrust back in. He leaned in, biting her neck while one hand slapped her breast, making her cry out.

“Say who owns you.”

“You, Master, Nyxlith. Always you.”

He grabbed her throat, squeezing—not hard enough to stop her breathing, but just enough to control it.

“You’ll remember this when you try to talk back next time.”

She nodded, whimpering.

Parker came deep inside her with a grunt—hot, thick ropes painting her insides. But he didn’t pull out.

He wasn’t done.

He reached for the plug.

“Now we make sure nothing leaks out.”

Maya’s eyes widened.

“Yes, Master…”

Parker didn’t pull out. Not yet.

His cock twitched deep inside her, still rock-hard, thick with his seed and her mess mixed together like sin. Maya’s legs were shaking, arms still bound, her eyes rolled back in pleasure-drunk haze.

“Open your mouth,” he growled.

She obeyed.

He leaned in, kissing her—deep, possessive, letting her taste her own moans on his lips. Then he bit her lower lip and tugged it playfully, smirking as she whimpered.

“Good girl. But we’re not leaking that mess.”

He reached to the nightstand and grabbed a crystal-clear plug—smooth, thick, cold.

Maya’s breath hitched. “Y-you’re gonna—?”

“Yes,” he whispered. “Spread your legs wider.”

She obeyed, and he slowly slid it in—right after pulling out with a loud wet squelch. His cum oozed out, only for the plug to seal it in. She gasped, the pressure making her tremble again.

“Feel that? That’s me. Staying inside all day.”

He untied her wrists, and she collapsed into his arms—boneless, used, satisfied beyond words.

Parker lifted her with ease, carrying her to the bathroom. He didn’t care that the sheets were ruined. With a wave that would be solved.

He set her on the sink, brushing her sweaty hair from her face.

“Look at yourself,” he said, turning her to the mirror.

Her hair was ruined, lips swollen, hickeys starting to bloom across her chest and neck. Her body was trembling, marked by him.

“Perfection,” he whispered.

And then, he kissed her forehead—just once. Soft. Real.

He took her to the bedroom again after cleaning her. “Get some rest. I’ll wake you when I’m ready for round two.” He went back to the bathroom.