The Heiress Alternate Ending

“You really did it.“ The muffed words from the Heiress were audible to Karl, and as he plunged his cock into her from behind, the full realisation him for the first time of what he was doing, and the potential ramifications. Up until then it had been jesting and taunts, and putting the uptight bitch in her place, but with his penetration, the stakes had been upped. He was fucking his boss's daughter, and had blackmailed and threatened her to obtain the dubious consent. If Blair ever discovered what had occurred, and why, not only would Lexi's freedom be at stake, but, quite possibly, Karl's own life.

It was at that moment the man determined he'd need to carry through with his promise to allow her to escape with her lover, that she'd need be kept away from her father that evening. The man may not have been the sharpest tool in the shed, but he possessed a rat's cunning, and the plan was formed in an instant in his mind. It caused no hesitation, or pause his treatment of the Heiress, or pause in his actions, and it hadn't been formed in empathy for her. All he cared about was saving his own skin. And fucking the bitch silly; the humiliation of shoving his cock into her tight ass to be left be left for last. The reaction to that thread had not been missed.

Neither had the
squeal when he entered her. Karl groaned in pleasure and exertion as, with his manhood stuffed to the hilt in her tight cunt, he hooked his grip under her armpits, and forced her torso to remain straight. His words were interspersed by groans and grunts and pants of pleasure and exertion and the feel of her tight walls clenched around him, but even they were overshadowed by the sound of his meant slamming in and out of her soaked pussy, and skin, know slick with sweat, slapping against her.

Karl bent his knees, pulled his tip to the lips of her cunt, then used the grip on her arms to lift Lexi high on the air, before he unfolded his legs and rammed his length into her with enough force to the head to slam against her cervix as, at the same time, he threw her face down on the snowy white sheets, and the full weight of his body landed on top of her.
""Feel good, Lexi? It does, doesn't it? You're dripping all over me. Slut!"" He still managed to taunt, as with the Heiress body now pinned flat to the mattress by his, his hands slid under her. Nails scratched the skin of her abdomen, and scraped an erect nipple as he pinched and twisted it, and the other moved to her clit. "Useless
whore."

Teeth found the back of her neck and bit down as his hips jack-hammered, each thrust hitting her cervix, and ravaged the Heiress's sopping cunt without mercy. Karl had considered flipping her over to view the expression on her face, and she to see the black pits of his eyes, and the hatred on his face, but had decided against it. All she was now was a piece of meat to be used, then discarded. "Show me I'm right, cum for me, bitch. Or do you want it up the ass?"