FUCKED HER SISTER’S HUSBAND (II)

Bianca’s skirt was still bunched around her waist, her legs parted wide, revealing her pussy in full display, thighs trembling from the orgasm he’d just torn out of her. Then she felt Carlos’s cock, thick, heavy and hard pressing against her.

He rubbed the blunt head of his cock against her soaked entrance, teasing her, sliding through her pussy but never pushing in.

“Look at you,” Carlos murmured, his eyes roaming Bianca’s body. “So fucking wet for me.”

She lifted her head, watching him between her legs. His pants were shoved halfway down, his abs tight with restraint. His cock throbbed in his grip, already slick with precum. Carlos gripped her thighs and shoved them higher, forcing her knees to her chest.

“Don’t hold back,” she breathed. “I can take it.”

Carlos smirked.

“No, sweetheart,” he rasped, dragging the head of his cock against her soaked slit. “You’ll fucking feel it. Every inch.”

With one brutal thrust, he slammed into her.

Her mouth parted in a silent cry as her pussy stretched around him, the sudden fullness painful and overwhelming. He didn’t hesitate. He didn’t slow down. He buried himself deep, relentless and hard.

“Fuck—yes—” she gasped, tilting her head back, her nails clawing at the desk.

He growled, rocking his hips once, slow and deep. She felt him, his grip, his weight, the way his cock hit the perfect spot inside her with every stroke.

“You feel that?” he gritted out, slamming into her again. “That’s what you’ve been begging for with every look you gave me in this office.”

His thrusts picked up harder, rougher, faster.

The desk creaked beneath them. Her moans filled the room, mixing with the sound of skin slapping skin, the wet glide of him moving in and out of her.

Bianca gripped the edge of the desk as Carlos grabbed her by the throat with one hand, the other gripping her waist as he thrust his cock deep inside her.

“Fuck… fuck… Bianca… you feel so fucking good,” he grunted, tightening his grip on her waist as he pounded into her pussy, fast and brutal, like he was trying to fuck the breath out of her.

“Aaahhh… fuck… so good… faster…” She moaned clutching his arm as he rocked his hips faster.

He slammed into her relentlessly, pounding deep as her moans spurred him on. Lost in the wild rhythm, he gripped her hips tight, driving harder with every stroke.

Then he stopped.

His breath came in ragged gasps as he pulled out, his cock slick and throbbing. He grabbed her and crashed his mouth onto hers in a hard, filthy kiss. Without warning, he spun her around, shoved her over the desk, and lifted one of her legs, lining himself up again ready to take her all over.

Bianca reached back, grabbed his cock, and guided it to her dripping pussy. Carlos gripped her left leg, holding it wide, and began to push in. She moaned, her body arching as the pleasure took over.

She turned her face and kissed him again, her lips crashing into his as his cock pounded deep inside her so hard it made her bite his lip. He broke the kiss, groaning against her ear as he kept thrusting, hitting her spot over and over without mercy.

“Ahhhhh….yeahhh, I’m gonna cum,” she gasped, her stomach tightening with heat coiling low in her belly.

“Fuckkk… cum for me, darling.” He groaned loudly thrusting in her deeper and faster as he felt her pussy tighten around his cock.

Bianca came hard around his cock, her pussy clenching as he kept thrusting through the waves of her orgasm. He groaned, his pace quickening, then slammed deep and spilled inside her, hot and thick. Their mouths met in a breathless, messy kiss, bodies still shaking from release. Then Carlos phone rang. He leaned over, chest rising and falling, and grabbed it from the desk without a word.

“Keep quiet. It’s your sister,” Carlos said, voice low and sharp, as he answered the call without looking at Bianca.

“Yeah,” he said into the phone, his tone suddenly composed. “I’m just wrapping things up here. Got held up at work. I’ll be there on time.”

Bianca scoffed, breath still ragged, her legs trembling from how hard he’d just fucked her.

“Yeah, I’ll bring the wine,” he continued smoothly into the phone. “Love you too.”

He ended the call and tossed the phone back onto the desk, breath still heavy.

“You’re such a bastard,” Bianca said, lips curling into a bitter smile. “You just lied to your wife… while your cock’s still buried in her sister, dripping with cum.”

Carlos leaned in, eyes dark and unreadable.

“And you moaned for me, filthy and desperate, the whole time.” He grabbed her chin, tilting her face up to meet his gaze. “Don’t pretend you didn’t love every second of it.”

Then he pulled out, grabbed her waist, and turned her to face him. His mouth found hers in a rough, hungry kiss. She moaned into it, kissing him back as he shoved his tongue deep into her mouth.

His tongue slid against hers, tasting her deeply. She tangled her fingers in his hair, pulled him closer, and shoved her tongue into his mouth, licking him back with the same wild and desperate hunger.

Carlos stroked his cock slowly as they finally pulled apart, his voice low and rough.

“Get on your knees and suck my cock.”

Bianca dropped to her knees and wrapped her hand around his cock. She stroked it slowly, deliberately, while he tried to hold back a moan. The moment her lips touched the tip, his breath hitched. She took him into her mouth, then pulled back with a soft pop. Wrapping her lips around him again, she massaged his balls with one hand and began to bob her head, slow and steady, taking him deeper with every pass.

“Fuckk. just like that baby…” He groaned running his hand in her hair.

She took him fully into her mouth, sucking him deeply. Pulling back, she kissed his balls before starting to suck them, all while continuing to stroke his cock. Then she returned to his cock, sucking harder. Her tongue swirled up and down along him as she increased the intensity. She took him down her throat, and he groaned, throwing his head back in pleasure.

He grabbed her hair and slammed into her throat, hard and deep. He kept his cock in her mouth. Pressing her head with force and she choked, then he loosened his grip. She pulled back, then dipped her head again, sucking him harder than before. He groaned clutching her hair and rocked his hips in her mouth.

“Fuckkk… fuckkk I’m gonna cum…” Carlos moaned loudly.

He slammed his cock into her mouth, thrusting relentlessly. Tears pricked her eyes as she choked around him, but she didn’t stop. He pushed deep down her throat until he came inside her mouth.

“Swallow my cum. Don’t let a single drop,” he growled, pulling his cock out of her mouth.

Bianca swallowed every drop, though a few spilled from her lips. He grabbed her, pulled her up, placed her back on the desk, and crashed his mouth onto hers, tasting himself on her tongue.

“You know, Bianca,” he murmured against her lips, “you’re so fucking good. Even better than your sister.”

She smirked, eyes dark with lust. “You liked my pussy?”

“Yeah,” he groaned, kissing her hard. “It’s so fucking good. I fucking love you.”

Bianca moaned, fingers tangling in Carlos’ hair as she kissed him back, deep and hungry.

“You’re mine now,” he said, pulling away from her, breathless. “You knew what this meant the moment you spread your legs.”

Bianca didn’t reply. She couldn’t.

She just lay on the glass desk used, ruined, trembling and already craving more.