Imagine a Konig who not only bites but ..doesnt care if it fits or nah âŠthat man will make it fit...
You barely had a moment to catch your breath before he was behind you, his large hands gripping your hips firmly as he pushed you against the wall. There were no soft words, no warnings. There never were with him.
Your panties shoved to the side in one swift motion as though they were nothing more than a minor inconvenience. His breath was hot against your neck, and then you felt itâthe familiar sensation of his cock sliding between your folds, sinking into you with no hesitation. The stretch made you gasp, fingers scrambling to find purchase against the wall as he buried himself to the hilt.
Konig wasted no time. There was no tenderness in the way he fucked you, no hesitation. His thrusts were brutal, relentless, the wet sounds of your bodies colliding echoing through the room. The force of it had your legs shaking almost immediately, threatening to give out with every slam of his hips against your ass.
âFuck,â he growled into your ear, his deep, gravelly voice sending shivers down your spine. âThatâs it. Good girl. Take it.â
His hands gripped your hips so tightly you were certain youâd find bruises there later, but you didnât care. The sensation of him pounding into you, the roughness of his thrusts, had your mind spinning, every nerve in your body alight with pleasure. His teeth found your shoulder, biting down hard, and you whimpered as the pain mixed deliciously with the pleasure coursing through you.
He loved leaving his mark on you. Your skin was perpetually covered in his bitesâyour neck, your thighs, your shoulders. And he always encouraged you to bite him back, leaving matching bruises on his own skin.
Your breath hitched as you felt him twitch inside you, his thrusts becoming erratic as he reached his peak. With a deep groan, Konig came, spilling himself inside you, hot and thick. But he didnât stop. Not yet.
He kept going, fucking you harder now, using his own cum as lube, each thrust sending shockwaves through your overstimulated body. The feeling of his release leaking out of you, combined with the brutal pace of his thrusts, had you crying out, fingers desperately gripping the wall in front of you as your legs threatened to give out beneath you.
âFuck, Koââ you gasped, your voice trembling, barely able to form words as he pounded into you mercilessly.
âThatâs it,â he growled again, his voice thick with lust, teeth grazing your neck before biting down hard once more. âYouâre doing so well. Taking me so fucking well.â
Your body was trembling, mind hazy with pleasure, the relentless pace leaving you breathless. By the time Konig finally finished, his grip on you loosened, you were a shaking, dripping messâlegs weak, panties soaked through, and your mind blissfully wrecked.
With a final bite to your shoulder, Konig muttered. âGood girl.â
