Cleaned Up
672 Words
Damian took one last drag from the cigarette, then crushed it out in the ashtray.
He looked down at me like I was something he’d already decided to break.
“You’re not leaving until morning,” he said.
That’s not a suggestion.”
Before I could even catch my breath, he grabbed my ankles and yanked me to the edge of the bed.
My legs were still shaking from everything he’d just done with his tongue. He didn’t care, he just flipped me onto my stomach, pulled my hips up so my ass was in the air, and shoved two thick fingers back inside me
I moan scream into the pink pillow
He pumped them hard a few times, then pulled them out and replaced them with his c**k in one brutal thrust.
“f**k!” I cried out.
He was thick, bigger than I expected to feel inside me. He stretched me open so wide it burned but in a good way
He didn’t give me time to adjust, he just started f*****g me immediately. Hard, deep, angry strokes that made the bed slam against the wall hard
His hand came down on my ass with a loud crack. Then again, and again. Each slap louder than the last. The sting mixed with the way his c**k kept pounding into me until I couldn’t tell pain from pleasure anymore.
“Take it,” he growled, gripping my hips so tight I knew I’d have bruises tomorrow. “This is what you came here for, isn’t it? Getting f****d like a slut”
I moaned louder. He was right and I was soaked, dripping down his balls with every thrust.
He reached forward, grabbed a fistful of my hair, and yanked my head back. His other hand wrapped around my throat from behind, squeezing just enough to make my vision blur at the edges.
“Say it,” he ordered, hips snapping harder. “Tell me you’re a dirty little w***e who needed this.”
“I’m… I’m a a dirty little w***e-” I gasped, voice breaking on every thrust. “I needed this… f**k me harder...”
I asked n he delivered
He f****d me so rough the bed started moving across the floor. Skin slapping skin, loud. My t**s bouncing wildly at every time he bottomed out, I felt it in my stomach. He kept one hand in my hair and the other choking me while he railed me from behind like an animal.
Then he pulled out suddenly.
Flipping me onto my back, threw my legs over his shoulders, and slammed back in.
The new angle made me go mad, screaming at the height of my voice.
He was so deep. So f*****g deep.
His hand moved to my throat again, squeezing while he pounded me.
His other hand slapped my tit, then pinched my n*****s hard.
I was shaking, tears leaking from the corners of my eyes from how intense it felt.
“You’re gonna c*m on my c**k again slut,” he growled. “Right now.”
And I did.
My whole body locked up.
I squirted around him, soaking his stomach, down to the sheets.
My p***y clenched so hard it almost pushed him out, but he just f****d me through it, even harder.
Forcing it open again
He didn’t stop until I was a shaking, sobbing mess.
Only then did he pull out, stroke himself twice, and explode all over me.
Thick ropes of c*m landed on my t**s, my stomach, my face, my open mouth. I swallowed what landed on my tongue without thinking. yum😏
Damian collapsed beside me, breathing hard, sweat covering his massive chest.
I lay there wrecked — legs spread, covered in his c*m and my own mess, throat raw, p***y throbbing and sore.
He looked over at me, eyes still dark with hunger.
That felt nice, too nice
I just lied there on the bed, trying to catch my breath, already feeling the heat building again between my legs.
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