hit me with your killshot, baby!
THUD.
He shoves you onto the bed in one swift motion - it's almost like you're getting manhandled by his big, calloused hands and burly arms.
You like it.
You're so wet that it's almost embarrassing. You feel his warm breath caress your neck, soothing the angry red marks that he left all over your collarbone. His long, curly hair sweep your forehead and you roll your head back, yearning for more like a fucking cat in heat.
Your panties are a greasy mess. You didn't think that you could grow wetter, but you have, and your pussy juices ooze out of the lacy elastic, spilling frantically down your thighs, creating a pathetic pool on the carpet down below.
The weight of his large body pushes your further into the bed - you have to use the force of your fingers to keep you from getting fully crushed beneath him.
He lets out a growl, deep and starved, and rips off the thin fabric sheathing your dripping pussy. Blood rushes towards your face, making you more flushed than you already are.
From the corner of your eye, you can see him devouring the sight of your wet heat with his dark, dangerous stare. He licks his lips and literally groans. A pained and strangled groan, like he'd been waiting to do this since the first time he saw you on that bus with your little skirt, seated next to the window, silently grinding your cunt on the edge of the seat.
You just couldn't help it. He was right there, sitting next to you, his dark curls shielding his eyes and the way he was staring right at you. You didn't think he would notice but he just made you so wet that you had to do something about it. So you rode your seat on that bus, the friction against your clit so sinfully good, and the thoughts of him letting you ride his face in that bus then and there even better. You didn't think he would catch the sight of your face contorting in torturous pleasure, but he did. And when you came all over that seat, you couldn't help but whimper and frantically bite your lip in hopes of concealing the wet noises sounding from your needy pussy.
But then from the corner of your eye, you saw the dark outline of his massive cock straining against his Levi's jeans. And you made the mistake of looking up at him. Which is how you ended up in the position that you were now in.
The room is dark, the air filled with the scents of your combined arousal. He doesn't waste a second. With a single thrust, he shoves his entire cock into your throbbing pussy. The lewd squelch that accompanies this motion is utterly sinful. Your pussy juices engulf his entire length, and the rest of it dribbles down his thighs, like a sprightly stream rushing to join the ocean of liquid down below.
You moan, loud and deep. His cock is too big. He fills you up completely, your walls clenching and aching around him. It's like his length is threatening to tear you apart, and you swear you could feel it in your stomach.
"Fuck, babydoll. You're too fuckin' tight. Ngh, strangling me already, eh?"
He grabs a fistful of your hair and yanks your head backward.
"Now, listen up, you slut. I'm gonna fuck this tight little pussy of yours. Then, I'm gonna cum in this pussy. And you're gonna what?" A harsh smack lands on your ass, sending waves of heat, pain, and pleasure coursing through your skin.
"Say it. You're. Gonna. What?"
Smack.
You moan, loud and needy, struggling to find your words because of his fat cock making your brain all dumb and non-functional.
"I- I'm gonna-"
"Fuckin' say it, doll."
Smack.
"I- I'm gonna c-cum all over your c-" SMACK. "Your cock, ahn, f-fuck."
"Good girl." He says through gritted teeth.
Another smack lands on your ass, painting it red.
He grips your thighs - his fingers digging into your skin - and throws them around his waist.
Without wasting another second, he thrusts into you, harder this time. The pressure and the tightness makes you drool, your eyes seeing spots dance before you.
He takes on a menacing rhythm, pumping his thick girth into you without mercy. Your mouth contorts into a lewd 'O', your heart beating faster and faster. The pleasure is so overstimulating for a hot second that you fail to produce any sound and just grip the sheets tighter and tighter. Your knuckles are dangerously white as you desperately latch onto the now displaced duvet below you.
The sounds that fill the dark, dusky room are obscene. Skin slapping skin ferociously, loud grunts and even louder moans. The bed rattles and shakes, threatening to break below the weight of your combined bodies. His hard chest is pressed down against your arched back. If you arch any further, you could literally break like a delicate twig.
His grip on your waist doesn't relent, as he keeps pumping his fat cock into you. It's desperation fuelled with uninhibited, animalistic desire. You let out a sharp, high-pitched whimper as his tip kisses you cervix. He manages to find that sweet spot and ruthlessly attacks it with his now twitching dick. The wet, obscene squelches are overpowered by your loud, disastrous moans.
Smack. Again.
"You're so loud for me, babydoll. Look at you, drooling all over my bed like a nasty, fuckin' slut. So hungry for this cock, huh? You're f-fuckin' eatin' me up, darling. Hngh. Oh f-FUCK."
The knot in your stomach grows tighter and tighter, threatening to break open at any second now. He's already fucked the brains out of you, and you're desperately chasing your high, arching your back even further, pushing back haphazardly to meet his cock where he thrusts into you even harder.
Your fuzzy brain makes it difficult for you to form words.
"I-I'm gonna c-cum. Ah! Yes, FUCK, yes, right there, oh my g-GOSH. Fuck m-me. Fuck me, p-please."
You continue to babble incoherently, tears spilling out of your doe eyes, running down your flushed cheeks. Some of your tears fall into your open mouth, and the salty liquid makes you grow even more frantic.
Your lips are now burning - burning because you bit them too hard on the bus when you were fucking yourself. Getting yourself off on the thought of this very situation.
"Yeah? You're gonna cum for me? Come on this cock then. Show me what that pussy can do."
His words are enough to spur you on, and you erupt like a volcano onto his throbbing cock. Your squirt fountains out of you, landing onto his face and the bedsheets beneath you.
He groans, devouring the taste that your sweet little pussy has to offer.
"Oh, fuck. Look at the mess you made. Such a nasty bitch. This is what you'd been begging for right?"
He's fucking you through your high, unwilling to stop any time soon. The overstimulation is too much. And the angle that you're in - your face pressed against the bed with your ass in the air and thighs around his defined waist - only makes it so much worse.
So much better.
"You thought I couldn't see you? Couldn't fucking hear you? When you were riding the fucking seat next to mine like a horny little slut? This is what you'd been thinking about?"
Your hair is a mess on the bedsheets. Your tears won't stop spilling out, just like the drool that continually dribbles down your chin.
"F-fuck. Ahn- I- Yes, oh FUCK, I wanted you to f-fuck me s-so bad."
"Yeah? Is that so? Want me to fill you up? Want me to fill this pretty pussy up with my cum?"
You try to nod, but your head is pressed tightly up against the mattress. You barely manage to mumble a small 'yes' through your loud moans and high-pitched whimpers.
Smack.
You didn't think he could hit your ass harder, but he did.
"Louder. I want to hear you beg for it, love."
Smack.
The bed creaks, the legs of the frame shaking. They could very much give out any second.
"I- I want your cum in me, p-please. Been thinking about it e-ever since you entered that bus and s-sat next to m-me. Wanted to be f-fucked by your co-AHN-cock."
He rolls his head back, riding you like a fucking horse now. He takes on a ruthless pace, fucking everything out of you. Your legs shake furiously, and you turn into a vibrating mess. He grips your hair tighter and kisses your neck, attempting to soothe the burning marks he left on them not too long ago.
With a strangled groan, he releases his load into you. And, oh goodness. There is SO much cum. You feel the thick ropes of cum collect in your pussy. And there is just so much of it that it spills down onto the duvet, too. Some of it also spills down your thighs.
With a sweeping motion, he takes some of it onto his index finger and brings it to your mouth.
"Suck."
You're very happy to oblige, and you start sucking his finger like your life depends on it. You start sucking his finger as if it's his beautiful cock that just fucked the brains out of you.
"Good girl. Happily taking what you fucking deserve."
As you're still sucking his finger, he gives a sudden smack to your glistening clit, and you bite onto his finger because the jolt of painful pleasure makes your nerve endings combust into flames.
He hisses in pain, and chuckles to himself. You don't need to turn around to know that his pretty lips are contorted into a smirk.
As you're still sucking his finger, dazed in the afterglow, he flips you over like you weigh nothing, slamming you onto the bed that's now greasy with your combined bodily fluids.
"I'm not fucking done with you."
He splits your legs open, fitting his broad and muscular frame in between your thighs. Your legs are already so wide open, but he fucking separates them even more until your pussy lips are fully spread open.
He licks his lips and something dark stirs in his eyes.
Oh he really isn't fucking done with you.