Playtoy Maid for the Billionaires’ Group pt5

"Louder, whore. Make me believe you want this destruction."

My sobs echoed with the p**n's moans, begging turning to frantic pleas as he continued the assault—tongue on my tits, lips on my pussy, cock teasing my mouth—but never giving me what I craved most. The screen blared with another woman getting her holes wrecked, cum splattering her face while she choked on a third shaft. My body trembled, every inch of me on fire, pussy clenching desperately around emptiness.

"I need it! Please, sir, destroy my filthy cunt! Shove that huge cock inside and pound me until I break! I'll scream for you, cum for you—anything! Just fuck me, oh god, I'm dying without it!" My voice cracked, raw from the yelling, tears soaking my cheeks as I thrashed against the restraints. The metal dug into my wrists, a sharp reminder of my helplessness.

He pulled back from my dripping slit, his face glistening with my juices, and slapped my ass hard enough to make it sting. "That's better, you desperate bitch. But words aren't enough. Show me how slutty you are." His fingers traced my inner thighs, collecting the slick trails, then smeared them across my lips. I licked instinctively, tasting my own tangy arousal, whimpering like a bitch in heat.

The p**n shifted to a close-up: a swollen pussy lips stretched wide around a fist, the woman howling as she squirted in messy arcs. My clit pulsed in sync, begging for the same ruin. He noticed, chuckling darkly, and latched onto my left nipple again, sucking with bruising force while his hand kneaded the other breast, rolling the peak between thumb and forefinger until it ached.

"More! Bite harder! Make my tits hurt while you tease my hole!" I wailed, hips bucking futilely. He obliged, teeth sinking into the soft flesh just below my areola, drawing a fresh mark that throbbed with heat. Pain mixed with pleasure, pushing me closer to the brink without mercy.

Satisfied with my volume, he finally reached up and unlocked the cuffs. My arms dropped like lead, numb and tingling, body slumping forward against the bench. But he caught me by the waist, spinning me around to face him. His eyes burned with lust, that massive cock—thick as my wrist, veins bulging, head leaking pre-cum—bobbing inches from my belly.

"On your back, slut. Spread those legs and finger that greedy pussy for me. Show how bad you want my dick without getting it." He shoved me down onto the bench, the wood cool against my heated skin. My legs splayed wide, pussy exposed and weeping, folds puffy from his earlier mouth work.

I didn't hesitate. Two fingers plunged into my soaked entrance, the squelch loud in the room. I pumped them in and out, curling to hit that spot inside, gasping at the partial relief. "Like this, sir? Watch me fuck myself for you... but it's not enough. Your cock would fill me so much better!"

He knelt between my thighs, eyes locked on my hand as I worked faster, thumb circling my clit. Juices coated my fingers, dripping onto the bench. When I neared the edge, he grabbed my wrist, yanking my hand free. "Not yet." Then he sucked my fingers clean, tongue swirling around each digit, moaning at the taste. "Mmm, your slut juice is sweet. But I want more teasing."

He pushed my hand back, making me resume—three fingers now, stretching myself wider, mimicking what I craved. His mouth descended on my right breast, lapping at the bite marks, then sucking the nipple deep while his free hand pinched the left. I arched, crying out, the dual assault making my digits thrust sloppier.

"Please, let me cum! Or suck my clit while I do this—anything!" Begging poured from me, voice hoarse. He ignored it, trailing kisses down my stomach, nipping at the skin, but stopping short of my mound. Instead, he grabbed my other hand, guiding it to his cock. "Stroke me while you finger-fuck that hole. Feel how hard you make me, but no pussy for you yet."

My palm wrapped around his girth—god, it was enormous, barely closing fully—and I jerked him slow, thumb swiping the slit to spread his pre-cum. He groaned, hips twitching, but kept his promise: no penetration. His tongue flicked my earlobe, then bit down, whispering filth. "You're such a needy cumdump. Imagine this monster splitting you open... but not today."

Frustration peaked. As he sucked my fingers again—fresh from my pussy, slick and shiny—I lost control. My teeth sank into his shoulder, hard enough to break skin, a feral bite born of desperation. He hissed, pulling back with a snarl, blood welling from the mark.

"You little bitch!" In retaliation, he lunged, teeth clamping onto my collarbone, biting down viciously. Pain exploded, sharp and white-hot, making me scream. "Ow! I'm sorry, sir! Please, don't stop—bite me more, hurt me, just give me something!"

Tears flowed freely now, body writhing under his weight. He bit again, lower on my breast, teeth grazing the nipple as he sucked the hurt away, only to pinch it cruelly. I begged through sobs, "Fuck, yes! Mark me as yours! But please, your cock... I need it rubbing my pussy, at least! Tease the outside!"

He shifted, that big shaft sliding along my folds, coating himself in my wetness without entering. The friction was torture—head nudging my clit, shaft grinding my lips—but no relief. He moaned low, the sound rumbling from his chest, vulnerable and raw. "Shit, your heat... so fucking tight against me." Another whimper escaped him as I clenched my thighs around him, and that noise—his big, dominant man breaking with need—shoved me over.

My fingers dove back in, frantic, and I came hard, pussy spasming around them, squirting in hot bursts that soaked his cock and my belly. "Yes! Oh god, your moans... they make me explode! Don't stop teasing—keep biting, sucking!"

He growled, biting my neck as I rode the waves, his whimpers mixing with my cries. But still, no fucking. Just endless, dirty denial, leaving me shattered and starving for more.