19: CUCKOLD LITTLE SLUT (2)

CHAPTER 2: HIS BIG BLACK COCK

LENA’S POV

Damon’s car was a sleek black muscle car, parked just down the street. He pressed me against it, his body pinning mine, his mouth crashing down on mine again.

His hands were everywhere, gripping my ass, squeezing my tits, sliding up my dress and ripping my panties down my thighs.

The sound of tearing lace was the hottest thing I’d ever heard.

“You’re not wearing these home,” he snarled, stuffing them into his pocket.

“I don’t need them,” I panted.

He groaned, his hips grinding against mine. Even through his slacks, I could feel him—thick, hard, huge.

“You’re gonna be the death of me, woman.”

I reached between us, my fingers fumbling with his belt.

“Then let me make it a good death.”

He didn’t stop me. His belt came undone, his zipper following. My breath caught.

Holy. Fucking. Shit.

His cock sprang free, and it was a monster. Thick, veiny, and so damn black, a beautiful, terrifying contrast against his hand.

The head was already leaking, a drop of pre-cum glistening at the tip. It was bigger than my husband’s. Bigger than any I’d ever seen. My pussy throbbed in anticipation.

I wrapped my hand around him, my fingers not even meeting. I stroked his hard, veiny length, spreading the slickness from his tip.

“Fuck, yes,” Damon hissed, his head falling back. “Just like that, baby. Stroke my big black cock.”

I did, my grip tight, my strokes excruciatingly slow, maddening.

“You like that?” I purred, watching his face twist in pleasure. “You like when a married woman touches your big dick?”

“Fuck yes,” he groaned. “But I want your mouth. Now.”

I dropped to my knees on the gritty pavement without a second thought. The head of his cock was at my lips, the musky, male scent of him making me dizzy with need.

I didn’t tease. I opened wide and took as much of him as I could, my jaw straining immediately.

“That’s it, baby,” he groaned, his hands tangling in my hair. “Take it. Show me how much you love this black cock.”

I moaned around him, the vibration making his thighs shake. I bobbed my head, using my hand on the base, my spit slicking his shaft.

He was big—so big my jaw ached as I took him deeper, my lips stretching around his girth. I hollowed my cheeks, my tongue pressing flat against the underside of his cock.

I was a mess, mascara running, drool dripping down my chin, and I loved it. I was his to use.

“Fuck, yes,” Damon groaned, his hips twitching. “Don’t fucking stop. Christ, Lena.”

My hands gripped his ass, pulling him closer, taking him even deeper. Saliva dripped down my chin, but I didn’t care anymore.

All that mattered was the way his cock pulsed in my mouth, the way his breath came in ragged gasps, the way his fingers tightened in my hair.

“Enough,” he growled suddenly, pulling me off him with a wet pop. “I wanna fuck that tight pussy now.”

He spun me around, bending me over the hood. The metal was cold, a shock against my hot skin. I heard the tear of a condom wrapper, then the bluntpressure of his cockhead at my entrance.

Damon’s hands were on my dress, yanking it up to my waist, baring my ass to the night air.

“You ready for this, Lena?” His voice was dark. His hands gripped my hips, holding me in place. “You ready for this big, black dick to own this pretty, pink pussy?”

“Yes,” I whimpered. “Please, Damon. Fuck me.”

He slammed into me with one single, devastating thrust.

I screamed. A raw, guttural sound ripped from my throat as he filled me completely, stretching me to a perfect, burning brink. He was so deep, so thick, I felt him in my soul.

My fingers scrapped against the hood of the car, my nails leaving half-moons in the paint.

He was bigger than my husband, longer, the ridge of his cock hitting spots inside me that had my vision blurring.

“Fuck! You’re so goddamn tight!” he roared, his hips flush against my ass.

He spared no hesitation. He pulled out and slammed back in, stretching, driving even deeper than before. The sound of his balls slapping against my clit, of skin hitting skin, was filthy and perfect.

“You like that?” he grunted, pounding into me. “Like getting your married pussy stretched by a black man? Like knowing your husband will smell me on you later?”

“YES!” I shrieked, my fingers scrambling for a hold on his hood. “I love your big, black cock! Don’t you fucking stop!”

His hand came down on my ass with a sharp spank, the sting making me clench around him.

His hand came down on my ass with a sharp spank, the sting only making me tighter, wetter.

“Louder, slut. Let the whole street hear how much you love my cock.”

“Fuck, yes!” I screamed, my voice echoing off the buildings. “I love your big black cock, Damon! Fuck me harder!”

“You’re my slut tonight! Say it!”

“I’m your slut!” I cried, my orgasm already build, ready to explode. “I’m your fucking slut!”

His thrusts became frantic, animalistic.

“I’m gonna cum! Gonna fill this rubber! You wanna swallow it after, you greedy bitch?”

“Yes!” I cried. “Please, Damon, let me drink it!”

That seemed to push him over the edge. With a final pound and a deep roar, he buried himself to the hilt, his cock pulsing as he came inside the condom.

The feel of him throbbing inside me was the final trigger. My own orgasm detonated, my vision whiting out as my pussy milked his cock through the convulsions, my screams echoing into the night.

Damon collapsed over me, his chest heaving, his cock still buried deep. He pressed a kiss to the back of my neck, his lips lingering against my skin.

“Fuck, Lena,” he murmured. “You’re amazing.”

I could only whimper in response, my body still trembling from the aftershocks. He pulled out slowly, his cock glistening with my arousal.

I turned around, my legs wobbling as I sank to my knees in front of him again. His cock was still half-hard, the condom filled with his cum.

I reached up, my fingers wrapping around the base as I pulled it off, my eyes locked on his.

“You sure about this?” Damon asked, his voice rough.

I didn’t answer. I just leaned in, my tongue darting out to lick the tip of his cock. The taste of latex mixed with the salty tang of his cum hit my tongue, and I moaned, my eyes fluttering shut.

“Mmm. So good.”

Damon groaned, his hand tangling in my hair as I took him into my mouth, cleaning him off.

I hollowed my cheeks, swallowing every last drop, my throat working around him. When I pulled back, his cock was glistening, clean, his eyes dark with lust.

“Fuck, baby,” he murmured, pulling me to my feet. “We’re both going to hell.”

I grinned, pressing a kiss to his chest. “But what a way to go.”

He chuckled, his arms wrapping around me, pulling me close.

“Come on. Let’s get you home before I decide to take you again.”

I didn’t argue. But as he helped me into the car, my pussy still throbbing, my body still humming with pleasure, I knew one thing for sure, this wouldn’t be the last time Damon and I crossed paths.

And next time? I’d make sure my husband was watching.