WRECKING MY TWIN FIANCÉ 2

I drop to my knees the moment he slams the door shut. His fingers twist tight in my hair, jerking my head back until my neck arches and my mouth falls open on a sharp gasp. His cock slaps heavy across my cheek—hot, thick, veins pulsing against my skin, the tip already wet and smearing across my face.

“Open that fucking mouth, slut.”

I do. Wide. Greedy. He doesn’t wait—he just drives in, filling me so fast my lips stretch tight around him. The head hits the back of my throat and my whole body lurches; saliva floods my mouth, spilling down my chin in thick strands that drip onto my tits. He starts thrusting hard, hips snapping forward, balls pressing against my chin over and over. I can’t breathe right and I don’t care. Tears run down my face, mascara smearing, and I’m humping the air because my pussy is throbbing so bad I can feel my pulse there.

I want more. I want him to use me harder.

He pulls out slow, spit stringing from my swollen lips to his cock. I’m panting, tongue still out, chasing the taste of him.

“Turn around. Ass up. Now.”

I scramble forward, shoving my face into the mattress and spreading my knees wide. I arch my back as far as it’ll go, pushing my hips up like I’m begging. My skirt rides up; my panties are ripped aside so roughly the fabric bites into my skin. Two thick fingers shove straight into me—I’m so wet they sink in to the knuckles without resistance. He pumps fast, curling them, and I push back against his hand like a desperate animal, moaning loud into the sheets.

He pulls his fingers out and sucks them clean right by my ear. Then he shoves them into my mouth and I suck hard, swirling my tongue, tasting how soaked I am for him while he lines himself up.

One hard thrust and he’s all the way inside. I scream into the mattress—raw, needy. He doesn’t give me time to adjust; he just starts pounding, slamming into me so deep the bed shakes. Every stroke hits that spot that makes my thighs shake.

“Fuck—fuck—yes—harder—”

I’m pushing back to meet him, greedy for every inch. My pussy is dripping down his shaft, making everything messy and perfect. His hand slides under me and finds my clit, pinching it hard. My legs almost give out.

“You gonna squirt for me, dirty girl?”

I can’t even answer—just whine and grind against his fingers. He rubs fast, rough circles while he fucks me stupid. The pressure builds so quick I’m dizzy.

I come hard—my pussy clamps down around him and I gush, hot wetness flooding out, soaking his cock, his balls, the sheets under us. My whole body shakes, thighs trembling, but he doesn’t stop.

He flips me onto my back like I weigh nothing, throws my legs over his shoulders and folds me in half. My knees are practically by my ears, pussy wide open for him. He spits on my clit and slams back in, deeper than before.

“Look at me.”

I force my eyes open, staring up at him while he watches himself disappear into me over and over, my lips stretched tight around his cock.

“Daddy—please—breed me—fill me up—”

He loses it. Thrusts turn wild, thumb rubbing my clit viciously.

“Gonna fill this pussy so full.”

My second orgasm hits even harder—back arching, toes curling, pussy pulsing around him as I squirt again, soaking his stomach. He groans deep and pulls out fast.

“Open your mouth.”

I do, tongue out, desperate. He shoves in deep, thrusts a few times, then comes—hot, thick ropes flooding my mouth. I swallow what I can, but he pulls out and paints my face, my tongue, my tits with the rest. I’m covered, dripping, and I love it.

He flips me over again, spreads my ass cheeks wide.

“Time for this hole.”

I whimper, pushing back already. He spits on me, works a thumb in, then two, stretching me open while I rock against his hand. Lube drips cold down my crack; the head of his cock presses against me. He pushes slow but steady until he slips past the tight ring. I gasp at the burn, then moan as it turns into something darker, better. He sinks all the way in until his hips are flush against me.

Then he starts moving—long, deep strokes that make me see stars. My fingers find my clit and I rub fast, frantic, while he fucks my ass harder and harder.

“Gonna cum in this ass.”

“Do it—please—”

He buries himself deep and I feel him pulse, hot spurts filling me up. My own orgasm crashes at the same second—pussy clenching on nothing, ass tightening around him, whole body shaking as I scream into the sheets.

He stays inside a minute, both of us breathing hard. Then he pulls out slow; his cum leaks out of me, warm and thick, running down to my pussy. He spreads me open with his thumbs to watch.

“Beautiful.”

One last hard slap on my ass and I collapse, trembling, dripping everywhere. My fingers slide down lazily, playing in the mess, dipping inside myself to taste us together.

He grabs my hair, pulls my head back, kisses me deep and filthy.

“Round two in ten.”

I nod fast, already spreading my legs again.

He steps back, stroking himself slow, eyes on me while I touch myself shamelessly, hips rolling, fingers plunging in and out.

Ten minutes is bullshit. He’s hard again in seconds and charges back, throwing my legs over his shoulders.

His mouth is on me instantly—tongue dragging slow and hungry from my hole to my clit. He sucks hard, teeth grazing just enough to make me jerk. I grab his hair and grind against his face.

“Don’t stop—eat me—fuck—”

He doesn’t. Tongue flicking fast, sucking harder until I’m right there again. I come hard, gushing into his mouth. He drinks it down, then slams his cock back inside me in one thrust.

“You like that, filthy whore?”

“Yes—ruin me—”

He fucks me savage and deep, fingers rough on my clit.

“Bet Jessica can’t take this cock like I am.”

“Shut up—” He slaps my tits hard, twists my nipples until I cry out.

Two minutes of pure destruction and he flips me face-down again. One slap of his cock on my clit and he comes, painting my tits and neck with thick ropes.

I’m lying there wrecked, cum cooling on my skin, pussy throbbing, when the burnt smell hits me.

“Oh shit—the pastries!”

I shove him off, legs shaking as I stand. His cum slides warm down my thighs with every wobbly step. I giggle breathlessly—he really fucked me senseless.

Smoke stings my eyes. I cough into my elbow, waving one hand to clear it, the other braced on the counter because my knees are still jelly.

The haze finally thins out.

But I wish it didn’t.

Right in front of me now is my exact copy only better, my twin, my goal.

Jessica’s standing right there, holding the blackened tray, eyes calm and steady on me—naked, dripping, marked head to toe with her fiancé’s cum.

She doesn’t say a word. She just looks.