SLIPPERY SINS 3

Matt licked my cum off his lips, slow and deliberate, like he was savoring every drop. He pulled me up by the waist and smashed his mouth against mine in a rough, hungry kiss. His tongue shoved into mine, tasting my own wetness off his lips. At this point, my body, mind, and soul were his. He owned every inch of me.

And still, it wasn’t fucking enough. I was starving. I needed his cock deep inside me. I needed to be filled to the brim.

He broke the kiss and yanked my nightgown over my head. The cold air hit my flushed, naked skin. He stripped fast, his chest pressing against mine as he pushed me back onto the bed. Our breaths clashed between kisses.

He spread my legs wide, dragging the thick length of his cock up and down my soaked cunt. I trembled, hips twitching, desperate for him. But he didn’t push in. He kept teasing, rubbing the head of his cock along my dripping slit, slow, smug, fucking unbearable.

“Please, Matt. Just fuck me,” I begged, panting, trying to grind against him.

“Not yet, baby,” he muttered against my neck. “I want you begging for it.”

His voice was calm, but the way his cock throbbed against my entrance betrayed him. I was soaked, my wetness trailing down my ass, sticky and obscene.

Then he slid just the tip in. He pushed in slowly, the thick head of his cock stretching me open. My cunt clenched around him and he groaned deep.

“Fuck. I missed this tight little pussy, Riella,” he growled, grabbing my thighs.

“Yes. Please,” I moaned, clutching the sheets. “Please give me your cock.”

He pulled out again. I whimpered, ready to cry but then he slammed back into me in one hard, brutal thrust, burying himself to the base.

“Matt!!” I screamed, the force of it stealing the air from my lungs. The stretch, the pressure, it was fucking perfect.

He leaned down, breath hot in my ear. “What a perfect fuckhole you’ve got.”

He started moving, slow and deep at first, then faster, pounding into me. My cunt gripped him tight, soaking him in slick as the friction built. He shifted, angling his hips just right, and hit that spot, over and over, until I was clawing the sheets, fucked senseless.

“Harder. Faster,” I begged, desperate and soaked.

“Say it again,” he snarled.

“Harder. Faster!” I cried, and he delivered. Each thrust brutal, wet, loud. My cream covered his cock.

My body arched and my orgasm crashed into me. My cunt clenched, pulsing around him as I came hard.

“Matt!” I cried out, shaking, while he fucked me through it.

“Cum for me, you filthy little slut,” he growled, his voice ragged.

Even after my orgasm, my cunt kept fluttering, overstimulated and greedy. He pulled out and shoved his face between my legs, tongue lapping at my throbbing pussy. His mouth moved in rough circles, eating my cum like he was starving.

I whimpered, overstimulated but needy. When he shoved one finger in, then two, then three, fucking me with them while he sucked my clit. I lost it again. Moaning, shaking, aching for more.

Three fucking months without this and it was still not enough.

“Yes, Matt. Don’t stop,” I gasped.

“You taste like heaven, my nasty little whore,” he moaned against my cunt.

Then without warning, he stood and slammed back into me. My legs went over his shoulders as he fucked me, brutal and deep. My tits bounced, my fingers twisted around my own nipples for more.

“This greedy cunt’s begging for it,” he groaned.

“Yes…”

He grabbed my thighs and lifted me, suspending me mid-air while he fucked me hard. I screamed. I couldn’t stop.

“I’m gonna cum,” I cried, but he kissed me and pulled out, leaving me dangling on the edge.

We kissed like we were trying to tear each other apart. Tongues fighting. Teeth clashing.

“Your pussy is unreal,” he growled.

“Why’d you stop?” I gasped, shaking.

He grinned, kissed my tits, then walked to the dresser and grabbed the sex cuffs from my dresser.

“No Matt, please. Let me cum,” I begged, on the verge of tears.

“You don’t cum until I say so, you dirty fucktoy.”

His words made me even wetter. I could feel it dripping down my thighs. I was still in his arms, my legs still wrapped around his waist, and carried me to the kitchen.

He dropped me on the counter then handed me water, made me drink, then licked the rest from my lips.

“Promise to be a good little slut?” he asked.

I nodded. Anything. Whatever he wanted.

He brought me down and cuffed my wrists to the cabinet handle. The cold counter surface made my nipples ache as they rubbed against it. I couldn’t move. I was completely at his mercy.

“This is how you’re going to cum for me,” he said, spreading my legs and slamming into my cunt from behind.

“Ohhh… fuck,” I moaned as he thrust into me, pounding my pussy hard. My nipples dragged against the counter, the pleasure mixed with his strokes was ecstatic.

“You like this, you filthy cheating slut,” he growled.

My cunt was soaked. Wetness splashing with every thrust. And then…

“Honey, I’m home,” came my husband’s voice.

“Stop. He’s back early,” I whispered, panic rising.

But Matt didn’t stop. He kept fucking me. I couldn’t move. I didn’t want to.

“Yes…” I moaned, shameless, soaking. I felt so good I forgot everything else.

“Does he even know how fuckable this cunt is?” Matt growled in my ear. “I’m gonna show him what he’s has been missing out on.”

The idea of being caught made my cunt flood. I was right on the edge.

And then Kyle walked into the kitchen.

“Fuck! I’m coming!” I screamed, locking eyes with him.

Matt groaned. “Yes, little slut. Squeeze my cock,” he growled, slamming deep as he came.

Kyle just stood there. Watching.

And I rode my orgasm out, limp, dripping, and destroyed while Matt pulled out, his cock still thick and wet, leaving me used and ruined on the kitchen counter.