Chapter 73
Bella
| gasped, pulling away. Stared at him and looked down at his cock. I gripped it hard, my fingers digging in, then spat on the head, watching the saliva slide down the shaft before swallowed him whole I forced him deep until my nose pressed into his pubic hair, my throat convulsing around him. I gagged loudly-wet, choking sounds-tears streaming instantly mavrant unning black down my cheeks. Spit poured from the corners of my mouth, dripping onto my tits coating his balls ma lick mess.
Darrell groaned like an animal, both hands fisting my hair so tight it burned at the scalp. That’s it. Choke on it you filth ittle slut. Take every fucking inch.”
He thrust shallowly into my throat, those short, brutal jabs making me gag harder, spit bubbling out. runting down my thin n thick strings. I moaned around him, the vibration ripping another curse from him. My pussy was throbbing so hard a urt-clit swollen, inner thighs already slick with my own arousal dripping down.
After a minute he yanked me off by the hair, cock springing free with a wet slap against my cheek. Strings of saliva connected my lips to the head. He slapped my face lightly with it-once, twice-smearing spit across my skin.
Up,” he ordered.
scrambled to my feet. He spun me around, shoved me forward, and bent me over the arm of the couch. My ass high. face >ressed into the cushions, legs spread wide. He kicked them further apart, then cracked his palm down or my right cheek hard. The sting exploded, blooming hot. I yelped.
Count,” he growled.
One,” I gasped.
Another slap-left cheek this time, harder. My skin burned.
Two.”
He kept going, five on each side, until my ass was glowing red, throbbing, every smack making my pussy clench and leak nore. Then he lined up and slammed in with no warning, no lube beyond my own wetness and spit. He buried himself to he hilt in one violent thrust. I screamed into the cushion, hands clawing at the fabric, back bowing
He didn’t hold back. He fucked me like he hated me, his hips pistoning, balls slapping my chit with wet obsceng sinass. The couch rocked under us; every thrust punched the breath out of me. His hand wrapped around my throat som behind us
1 humb pressing my pulse.
‘Feel that?” he snarled. “Feel how deep I’m stretching this greedy cunt? You’re dripping all over my balls you donc qu. You love being used like this.”
“Yes. Fuck, yes-“I sobbed, pushing back, ass jiggling with every brutal impact
He reached under, pinched my clit hard, twisted, then rubbed fast and rough I was close coing so tight it hurt, but pulled out suddenly, leaving me gaping and clenching around nothing
I whined-high and pathetic. “Please-”
He flipped me onto my back, dragged me to the edge of the couch, and hooked my legs over his shoulders, tolling me antl my knees hit my chest, pussy exposed and dripping. He spat on my cht, watched it slide down, then slammed back m. Dhe new angle let him go impossibly deeper, I felt him in my stomach
Chapter 73
He fuckel ne mercilessly with long, punishing strokes, his cock dragging over every sensitive spot. Sweat poured off him, dripping unto my tits. He leaned down, biting my nipple hard enough to make me cry out, then sucked it roughly while pounding harder.
“Come on my cock,” he demanded. “Come like the slut you are. Squeeze me.”
His fingers attacked my clit again-pinching, rolling, slapping it lightly. The pain/pleasure mix snapped something inside me. I came screaming, my body convulsing, pussy clamping down like a vice, prices squirting around his cock, soaking his abs, the couch, and my thighs. My vision blacked out for seconds; I shook so hard my teeth chattered.
He didn’t stop. He fucked me through the aftershocks, prolonging it until I was whimpering, oversensitive, tears streaming.
Then he pulled out, dragged me off the couch, and shoved me against the wall. My back hit the cool surface; he lifted one of my legs, hooked it over his hip, and thrust back in standing. Gravity drove him deepek, every stroke lifting me onto my toes His hand returned to my throat, firmer now, his thumb pressing just enough to make my head spin.
Look at me,” he growled. “Look at me while I ruin you one last time.”
I locked eyes with him, tears blurring my vision, mascara streaked, lips swollen. He fucked me raw, his hips snapping, balls lapping my ass, wet squelching sounds obscene in the quiet room.
You’re gonna come again,” he said. “Gonna milk every drop out of me. Then I’m gonna fill this used-up pussy until it’s eaking for days.”
His free hand slid down, three fingers plunging into me alongside his cock, stretching me impossibly. The fullness was overwhelming-burning, perfect. I screamed, my voice hoarse, my clit grinding against his pubic bone with every thrust.
Come… now-” he commanded.
The third orgasm crashed through me-violent, shattering. My walls spasmed so hard he groaned in pain pleasure. I quirted again, hot gushes soaking us both. My legs gave out; he held me up, fucking through it, chasing his own end
Fuck… take it–” He buried himself deep, hips stuttering, and came with a guttural roar. Thick ropes flooded me hody and endlessly, spilling out around his cock, running down my thighs in sticky rivers as he ground against me, forcing every drop
nside.
We stayed locked like that, panting, shaking, his forehead pressed to mine, cock still twitching, cum leaking steadily. My body felt wrecked-bruised hips, sore throat, ass stinging, pussy swollen and pulsing.
After what felt like forever, he pulled out slowly. A thick gush followed, dripping onto the floor in heavy drops I said down the wall until my ass hit the carpet, legs splayed, chest heaving.
He looked down at me, his eyes dark, conflicted, almost angry. “You’re really walking away after this?”
I nodded, my voice wrecked. “Yeah. I’m done.”
I stood on trembling legs, cum still leaking down my inner thighs, and went to the bathroom, where I had a quick shower. I later gathered my clothes. Dressed in silence-every movement aching, reminding me of him
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