Sinful Submission

8 ~ Orgasm, Ruin, Worship.

It's only a blessing when you see your student with a big black c**k in front of you sucking, fingering and gliding his tongue over your p***y. And you can't wait to bury his c**k into your heat.

ALESSIA

I walked to the bed slowly and laid on it.

“Let’s end this little game with a bang. Crawl to me. Make this body yours.”

Ryder rose from the couch.

His c**k was a beast—ten thick inches of raw, pulsing need. Veins snaked along the shaft like they were alive, and the head was swollen, pink, and dripping with anticipation. It jutted from his body, hard and heavy, like it knew it was about to ruin something soft.

My throat dried up.

Holy f**k, that c**k… it looks like a weapon. How is my p***y supposed to survive that? How the hell is something that thick legal?

Ryder reached the bed and placed his fingers on the surface of my p***y.

I shook a little in response to his slick touch after which, he circled the entrance of my p***y while I moaned embarrassingly. But then I wondered what there is to be embarrassed about.

He's mine.

He’s my slave.

He is the one I chose.

For my agenda.

For as long as I have him in my clutches, it won't take long for my target to come running sooner or later.

“Miss, why don't we use my favorite s*x place?” He growled while his eyes shone like that of a puppy's own.

“You act like a beast, but that baby face of yours? Dangerous. Much like HIS.” I muttered without thinking.

The look on Ryder's face said it all, he hated that. Before I knew it, he lifted me into his arms like a baby as he walked into the bathroom.

Am I not supposed to be controlling this man?

Immediately we entered the bathroom, he dropped me and opened the tap. I stretched my arm to get a kiss from him but he swirled me around and pushed me to the red wall.

Under the running shower, our bodies glistened. His excitement got the better of him and he needed what he badly wanted.

I felt his c**k at my back, spanked it for some moments and he pushed it down to my p***y entrance and rubbed it gently.

My skin burned when his rigid big black c**k circled my hole. My breaths were shallow—ragged—anticipating that first moment of stretch.

Ryder’s hands slid up my hips, slow and possessive. His grip tightened. He leaned forward, his lips brushing my ear.

“Are you ready for me, Miss Alessia?”

Fuck.

I whimpered—actually whimpered. I didn’t care how filthy it sounded. I needed him inside me. I needed to feel that length fill me up and steal the rest of my mind.

“f**k me already, Ryder. I want your c**k buried in me so deep I forget my own name.” I breathed, pushing back against him, needy.

And f**k… my p***y’s getting ruined—and I want every goddamn inch to remember his name.

“Say it,” he growled, slamming into me. “This p***y’s mine.”

“It's yours to mess with. Finish it. f**k it. Drench it. I don't care.”

My mouth flew open, a gasp breaking from my throat as the head of his c**k stretched me. The burn was immediate, delicious and relentless.

“You're splitting me open like you want to crawl inside.” I moaned, trying to clutch something but there was nothing. “You’re so… big.”

Ryder groaned behind me, his fingers digging into my hips as he slid in deeper… inch by inch. My walls clenched around him, soaking wet, but still fighting to take his half-pushed length.

Every nerve in my body lit up like a flame.

“God… You're tearing me apart and I need more.”

The stretch was unbearable and perfect. And the slow strokes? Well practiced.

“Look at your v****a. It's choking me like it would never let me go. I never knew biology was this interesting.”

I wanted him to stop—just for a second—so I could survive it. But I also wanted him to ruin me with that c**k. Yes, that damn c**k.

“Ryder,” his name tore from my throat like a confession I had sworn I would never say.

I could feel him dragging against my inner walls, hitting places no man had ever touched—not like this. The pressure. The fullness. The tension of being wide open, completely vulnerable, while he claimed me from behind.

He bottomed out with a rough grunt. And I lost it.

“Oh… god… Ryder…” I cried out, my voice shaking as my body trembled. “You’re inside me. All the way…”

He pulled back slowly—just enough for me to feel the slide—then slammed back in.

My scream crashed against the toilet walls.

“You begged for this c**k. Now you’ll take every inch.”

He set a rhythm. Hard, deep and unforgiving.

And I took it.

Every. Single. Thrust.

My breasts bounced, slapping against my chest as my legs wobbled beneath me. The wet slap of skin filled the room, and I was so full I couldn’t think straight.

“f*****g hell,” he groaned behind me. “You’re tight as f**k, gripping me like your p***y’s never letting go.”

I growled, my eyes rolling back. “It’s too much… too deep… Ryder… don’t stop.”

He responded with a thrust that hit my cervix—deep and cruel. I cried out, my hands finding their way to the shower switch. I was close, so close, my p***y started throbbing without even being touched.

A broken sob spilled from my lips, one that didn’t know if it was pain or praise.

His c**k dragged over that sweet, dangerous spot again and again, and every time, I surrendered a little more.

I was his.

Sweat pooled at the base of my spine. My legs were shaking. My body was on fire.

“c*m inside me,” My moan was a surrender—low, sharp, and trembling like a body begging for mercy. “Let me feel it. Fill me, Ryder. I want all of it.”

His rhythm turned brutal.

Every thrust smacked into me with the kind of force that blurred my vision. I could barely breathe I could barely think. I could just feel. Feel the stretch, the wet slap, the way his c**k filled me so deeply I couldn’t tell where he ended and I began.

Ryder leaned over me, his chest pressing to my back, his hot breath curling around my ear. His fingers tangled into my hair and yanked, hard, pulling my head back so his lips could ghost along the shell of my ear.

“You feel that?” He growled. “That’s what you get for teasing me with your f*****g fingers in that classroom.”

My p***y clenched around him tight.

He slammed into me harder.

“Moaning my name like a b***h in heat… Knowing damn well I couldn’t touch you.”

A whimper escaped my lips. It wasn’t enough. I needed him deeper, rougher, and filthier or my hard work would go down the drain.

“You begged for my c**k with your eyes,” he whispered, his voice low, thick with lust. “And now? Now you’re choking on it from the other end.”

He grabbed my waist and slammed into me again. I screamed.

“Say it,” he demanded, f*****g me through the burn. “Say this p***y’s mine.”

“It’s… f**k… it’s yours,” I sobbed, my body shaking.

“That’s right. This little tight p***y was made to take me.” He dragged his c**k out slowly, then pounded back in. “And you love it. You love being filled like a dirty whore.”

“Yes! Let me c*m on your c**k like I was born for this!”

“Don’t hold back. I want to feel your p***y choke me. Make it squeeze every drop of c*m from my soul.”

His hand slipped under me, two fingers finding my c**t with ruthless precision. He rubbed hard and fast, right as his c**k drilled into that spot that made me see stars.

My orgasm slammed into me, violent and blinding.

“RYDER!” I screamed, my legs shaking, my p***y clenching, and my back arching into his chest.

“f**k yes,” he grunted. “c*m on me. That’s it. So f*****g wet for me. So tight… s**t, I’m gonna…”

His thrusts grew erratic.

Then his body tensed behind me, his muscles flexing. I felt his c**k pulse—deep, hot spurts of c*m filling me, spilling down my thighs as he slammed into me one last time.

We both almost collapsed—his weight covering my back, his breath loud in my ear, his c**k still twitching inside me.

His lips brushed my neck as he chuckled darkly.

“Did you enjoy that, Miss Alessia?”

Yes. More than anything I've ever wished.

But the main reason why I want Ryder?

It's all for punishment. A sin. One he didn't commit.

And he will pay the price a million times until I find HIM.