Isadora wanted more. She wanted to flip him onto his back and ride him until he cried. She wanted to tie him to the fucking headboard, gag his pretty mouth, edge him for hours, then sit on his face until he begged to breathe. But when she sat up, sticky thighs trembling as she slowly pulled herself off his cock, the first thing she saw..was his face. He was asleep. Mouth parted slightly. Lips swollen from the way she’d bitten him. His chest was still slick, flushed from sex, his arms sprawled out like he’d just been fucking worshiped. And the bastard had the nerve to fall asleep. She blinked. Stared at him. Her mouth opened. Closed. Then opened again. “Fucking bastard,” she muttered. She shook her head, climbed off the bed completely, legs sore, her cunt leaking a mix of fluids that painted the insides of her thighs. Her walk was unsteady. Her skin was tacky with sweat. Her head was spinning. She needed to go to where she last saw her phone and take her phone
Her fingers slid down between her thighs again. She rubbed herself right where they were joined, moaning as her clit throbbed, as the overstretched lips of her pussy ached and pulsed around the thick length still buried in her.“You’re going to sit there,” she whispered, voice thick and shaking with pleasure, “and let me fuck the cum out of you. Every last drop. Until you beg me to stop.”She started bouncing again.This time slower.Her pussy slapped against his hips with every thrust and dripping and creamy . His cock slipped deeper, twitching inside her, overstimulated and desperate, but he didn’t pull out.He couldn’t.She was milking him.Her walls dragged against every nerve. Every vein. Her cunt was swallowing him whole, again and again and again, until his eyes rolled back.“Too much,” he groaned, voice strained.She smiled.“Too fucking bad.”Her hands grabbed his wrists.Pinned them above his head.She rode him harder now, faster, her tits bouncing with every bounce of her b
Isadora lay there for a long time. Naked. Wet. Fucked beyond recognition. Her breath shallow. Her thighs soaked. Her cunt still twitching from the last orgasm he forced out of her. She could feel it leaking…his cum, a hot, messy cocktail drenching the sheets. And still, he hadn’t moved. He was lying beside her, his chest rising and falling, arms behind his head like he owned the fucking world. Like he had just conquered her. But he hadn’t. Not yet. She turned her head. Looked at him. At the cock still hard and twitching against his stomach, thick and veiny and flushed a dark, dangerous red. Her lips curled. She was plotting something. “Don’t get too comfortable,” she said.“It’s my turn to make you beg” He glanced at her, brow cocked, confused what was she talking about? She climbed on top of him, like a cat crawling into a lap she was about to claw to ribbons. Her tits brushed his chest, nipples still sore, still hardened from everything he’d done. Her thighs strad
As his hands were already sliding down her sides again like she was a possession he had every right to worship and destroy. Her thighs were still trembling. Her cunt still swollen and slick from everything he’d taken from her. Her chest rose and fell in jagged waves, lips parted, eyes half-closed, unable to focus on anything but him and the heat of his body pressing against hers again. “You think we’re done?” he whispered against her mouth. “I haven’t even started.” Her body jolted as his fingers brushed her clit again. She hissed, tried to squirm, but he pinned her with a palm flat against her belly and the full weight of his body draped over hers like a second skin. “You came four times,” he murmured, kissing the curve of her jaw, then lower. “But I haven’t even fucked you the way I want yet. You know what I want?” She shook her head. He smiled. He reached down, lifted her leg, hooked it over his shoulder, then did the same with the other. Spreading her open. Bending her in
He didn’t stop. Didn’t even slow. Her orgasm wracked through her, vicious and hot, and still he kept moving. Her pussy clenched so tight around him she could feel every vein, every brutal inch of him grinding against her walls as he fucked her deeper. His hands were on her hips, fingers digging in so hard they’d bruise. He yanked her back onto his cock with every thrust like her body was his personal fucktoy, like her sobs and spasms were just the music to his madness. She screamed into the sheets again, her voice muffled, her throat hoarse. And he growled behind her. “Louder,” he snarled. “I want the whole fucking world to hear how I ruined you.” He reached forward, grabbed her hair, and yanked her head back. Her spine arched like a bow, her back to his chest now, her body still skewered on his cock. Her eyes were glassy. Lips wet. Cheeks stained with tears and spit. She should’ve pushed him off. Should’ve slapped him again. But all she did was whimper. All she could do wa
She gasped when his tongue dragged through her folds.It was slow.He moaned into her pussy like he’d been starving and finally got his mouth on the only thing that could save him. Her hips jerked. Her hands slammed the bed, trying to grip something, anything, but all she felt was the mattress and his breath and his tongue moving over her swollen, dripping cunt like it was his fucking altar.“Stop,” she gasped, but her voice broke.She could barely speak.He groaned again. Louder. Hotter. His lips wrapped around her clit and sucked, and she swore her soul left her body for a second. Her back arched so hard her spine popped. Her thighs clamped around his head. Her toes curled. Her body screamed, and her mouth couldn’t keep up.Then she slapped him.Hard.The wet crack of her palm across his cheek echoed through the room.His head snapped to the side. His mouth glistened with her slick. His breathing heavy.She sat up on her elbows. Her chest heaving. Her face wild with rage and shame