He kept pushing me to the edge, fucking me slow but deep, grinding his dick into my soaked pussy like he was testing how much I could take. He knew exactly what he was doing—drawing out every gasp, every moan, until I was trembling, eyes glassy, so close to breaking I could barely breathe. Then he got on his knees, gripped my thighs, spread them wider, and started going deeper. His hips rolled, his dick angled up, hitting my spot over and over.
“This what you want, Lena? Huh?” he grunted, voice thick, eyes dark.
He pounded my pussy like he was punishing me, but it wasn’t brutal—it was passionate and raw, that perfect line between fucking and love-making. I could feel every emotion in his strokes.
“You know how much I love this body? You know I can kill for this, mama?”
“Yes… oh God, yes,” I moaned, barely able to form words.
He lifted one of my legs onto his shoulder, thumb pressing into my clit, and started picking up the pace. My body gave in—mind spinning, pleasure blinding me.
“You gonna have my name in the coming days. Lena Hendrix, yes?” he asked while driving into me.
“Yes… daddy… Oh fuck… It’s so good,” I cried out, completely wrecked.
“Hmm… Give me that ass,” he said, flipping me on my stomach. He leaned over me, slid back in, and I screamed when he filled me again.
Both his hands gripped my neck, pulling me back to kiss and bite while his hips slammed into mine. The sound of skin slapping skin echoed through the room, my voice rising louder with each stroke.
“Oh my fucking God… Oh fuck, this is so good… baby.”
“Yes baby… Take your man’s dick… I’m gonna fill this pussy with my kids. Are you gonna give me more babies, Lena?”
“Yes… All you want… All you want… I wanna cum, daddy.”
“Hmmm… Cum anytime you feel that shit, aight? Coat my dick and I’ma keep stroking in this pussy.”
I cameagain, body convulsing, juices soaking him. He pulled out, dropped down, and licked me clean, tongue nasty, greedy, and unrelenting. Then he spit on my asshole, spread my cheeks, and started licking that too.
“Fuuuuuck…” I cried, trembling. “Baby, the girls are gonna hear me…”
“This bedroom is soundproof, baby,” he said. “You can scream all you want. Can I fuck your ass, ma?” he asked.
“Mmmh, baby… this whole body’s yours. Every hole. Use me how you want, fuck me how you need.
“That’s right, baby. This shit’s mine. I’m bout to fuck you like you ain’t never getting up again. Don’t you dare run when I give you what you been begging’ for. I’ma stretch every hole till your body can’t function without this dick.
And he did. He spread me and eased a finger into my asshole first, teasing and sucking me at the same time—getting me ready for what was coming next. Then he added a second finger, and I felt my hole stretch, pain and pleasure twisting together so deep I couldn’t tell which one I craved more. Then he lined up… and pushed into my tightest hole.
I screamed, tears leaking from my eyes—'cause yeah, it hurt. But fuck, it was good too.
“You gonna be ok, aight? The pain will stop and you’re gonna take this dick here, just like the big girl you are,” he whispered, spitting again to ease his way in.
A few strokes in, the pain melted into pleasure. He gripped my ass and started fucking me like he owned me, hips snappingforward, body slamming against mine. My ass jiggled with every thrust.
He slapped my clit with his dick, made me cum again, then scooped my juices back to my ass. I was shaking, mind gone, body wrecked.
“Hmmmm fuck… God, I can’t…” I sobbed, breaking apart again.
“Yes you can… Come here,” he said, pulling me off the bed.
He grabbed my MacBook from the nightstand and turned to me. “Open your book. This man Zaysh you been writing, I want you to read me what he’s doing.” He said still stroking his hard dick with his hand.
“What?” I asked, shocked.
He gripped my neck gently and brought me close. “I love making love to you, baby. But right now, I wanna fuck you hard while you read those nasty lines so you can feel what a real dick does to this pussy.”
I opened the file, found a chapter, and started reading: