YOU DON'T DESERVE THIS DICK🍆💦🔞

Valia’s POV

The wall was already vibrating.

Damian’s bed slammed repeatedly, over and over like a savage, relentless piston. The girl’s voice tore in wet, broken screams: “Fuck—Daddy—yes—give me that cock—I’m squirting again—oh my God—”

Every filthy detail soaked into my skin. The wet squelch, the slap of skin, her desperate little gushes echoing through the thin plaster like it was happening right here in Hurst’s room.

I was curled on the far side of his mattress, knees tucked, back to him, pretending the dark hid how badly my body was betraying me.

Pretending I wasn’t soaking wet thinking about another person too.

How that monster had stretched my throat raw earlier. How thick it felt sliding over my tongue. How much thicker it would feel splitting my pussy open… ruining me, stretching me past what Damian ever could.

My hand shoved between my thighs before I could stop myself. Panties yanked aside, I plunged two fingers straight into my soaked cunt, and fucked myself hard and painfully fast... grinding my thumb over my swollen clit while my hips rolled in silent, frantic little circles.

I was dripping. Leaking down my wrist.

A tiny, broken whimper slipped out… lost under the girl’s screaming orgasm next door.

I was so close. Right there. Legs shaking, belly tight, vision blurring—

“Don’t you fucking dare cum without me, you greedy little whore.”

His rough hand clamped over my mouth from behind.

Hurst’s voice was pure sin. Low, dark and dripping with lust.

I panicked and tried to rip my fingers free, but he caught my wrists and pinned it to the mattress.

“Aw, look at you,” he taunted, breath scorching my ear. “Fucking yourself like a desperate slut while your boyfriend wrecks some random bitch next door. You that cock-hungry you can’t even wait for me?”

I thrashed and bit his palm. He only laughed. A soft, cruel laugh before shoving my hand away completely.

“Let me help you” He said, low and already moving. “Perhaps I was a little too rough earlier. I can make it up to you. What do you say?” The heat of his words brushed my neck. “Want me to finger this sloppy little cunt nice and slow until you’re creaming all over my hand?”

His fingers brushed my clit, feather-light and teasing.

I slapped his arm away.

“No. Get the fuck off me!”

He didn’t stop. Two thick fingers dragged through my folds, spreading my wetness.

“I said no!” I hissed, voice cracking with panic and need. I tried to roll away, knees scrambling, ass lifting off the bed—

He caught my hip, yanked me back down, and pinned my thigh open with his knee.

“Shhh,” he mocked. “You’ll disturb his session. Or maybe you want that? Want Damian to hear his perfect little girlfriend moaning for his best friend’s fingers?”

I clawed at his forearm, nails digging in. “Stop. Hurst. don’t—”

But my hips betrayed me, rolling up into his touch even as I fought.

He circled my clit once. Twice. Slow, deliberate torture.

“Such a filthy liar,” he growled. “Your pussy’s sucking at my fingers like it’s starving. You’ve been thinking about it all night, haven’t you? Wondering how it’d feel wrecking this tight hole while your boyfriend’s busy painting some other slut’s insides?”

I bucked, biting his hand again as tears of frustration stung my eyes. “I’ll tell him everything in the morning. I'll tell him you forced me. You’ll lose—”

He leaned in closer before I could finish and captured my lips with a pressing, heavy weight. His tongue slid inside my mouth, parting my teeth before gliding deep against my tongue.

I could bite him. Rip his damn tongue off for being the pathetic asshole he was. Yet, my tongue rolled back on his too.

He pulled out, a string of saliva connecting us at the mouth.

“Tell who, Valia? The same pathetic fuck who’s currently balls-deep in another girl’s cunt? The same one who’ll never make you come?”

His fingers finally, finally pushed inside me. Two. Then three. Thick. Stretching.

I choked on a scream.

He pumped slow at first, deliberately grinding against that spot that made my toes curl.

“Fight all you want, baby. But your greedy little pussy’s already saying what you actually want.”

I slapped at his chest, trying to twist away, and he slammed me back down, fingers never stopping.

And then, I slapped his face.

The crack echoed through the room, this time unmuffled by the noise in the next room.

For a moment, everything froze in place.

Him, me, everything.

Slowly, he turned his swivelled face back to me, and the darkness consumed his eyes like a second pupil

The rage hit him fast and hard.

He flipped me onto my stomach, yanked my hips up, and cracked his palm across my ass hard.

Once. Twice. Three brutal smacks that echoed louder than the dying moans next door.

“Stupid fucking slut,” he snarled. “Threatening me while you’re dripping down my wrist.”

Another slap, right across my soaked pussy. The sting made me sob with lust.

He spun me again, dragged me off the bed, and shoved me face-first into the wardrobe. The cold wood bit into my aching tits.

He locked ome hand around my throat from behind, tight enough to make stars burst behind my eyes.

His other hand rained down sharp slaps on my tits, my face, my ass… each one punctuated by filthy growls.

“Pathetic. Cock-hungry. Cheating whore. You think you can slap me and walk away?”

Slap.

“You’re mine now.”

Slap.

“This cunt belongs to me.”

Slap.

“Say it!”

I stood my ground, feigning a resolve that had broken ages ago. He didn't take it lightly.

He slapped again, then again, then again.

“I gave you an instruction, Valia. Say it!”

My voice broke.

“This… cunt belong to—”

Three thick fingers slammed back inside me, pumping brutal and deep while his thumb ground my clit mercilessly.

I shattered.

My whole body locked up… back arching violently, thighs shaking uncontrollably. Pressure built along my walls before I could even think of stopping it.

I came harder than I ever had in my life. A silent, screaming orgasm that soaked his hand, his wrist, and the carpet beneath us.

But he didn’t stop.

He kept fingering me through it. Slowly, cruelly, drawing it out until I was whimpering and oversensitive, hips jerking away and begging at the same time.

When he finally pulled his fingers free, I was a trembling wreck. My legs were useless. Tears streaked my face, pussy clenching around nothing.

It needed something.

It needed—

I turned, desperate, and arched my back. Spreading my ass as I offered myself like a bitch in heat.

“Please…” The word slipped down my tongue, dripping with need. “Please, Hurst. Give me your cock. I need it. I need you to fuck me—”

He stared down at me. Eyes black with lust, cock straining obscenely against his boxers.

Then he smiled. A slow, cruel, merciless smile.

“No.”

The single word sliced through me like ice.

“You don’t deserve this dick yet, you greedy little bitch.”

He leaned in, voice dripping venom and hunger.

“You’ll stay empty and aching until you’re on your knees, begging like the desperate slut you are. Until you admit you’d rather have my cock than your boyfriend's."

He stepped back...

…And left me there, quivering, leaking, pussy throbbing around nothing. My back pressed to the cold wardrobe, tears of frustration and unbearable lust burning my eyes.

Next door had already gone quiet.

Hurst climbed back into bed like nothing had happened.

I stayed standing for a long minute… then crawled onto the mattress on shaking legs.

His heavy arm eventually draped over my waist. Possessive, claiming, but I didn’t push it away.

I pressed back against him instead, feeling his cock still throbbing and hard against my butt.

I was aching, empty, and already craving the next time he’d break me.