He told me everything before she ever stepped foot in my place.
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Said she was submissive, a little shy at first, but once her switch flipped, she turned into something wild, insatiable. He said she had a thing for cum. Loved the taste, the texture, the act of swallowing. Said it made her feel owned. Claimed the thought of my load sliding down her throat or dripping out of her pussy would drive her absolutely crazy. He wanted this. Wanted her used. Wanted her stretched and wrecked by someone bigger, stronger, rougher. I was happy to deliver.
When I opened the door, there she was, petite but curvy, like her body was sculpted to be devoured. Soft golden skin, long legs, and a thick, heart shaped ass barely contained in a tight summer dress. Her tits were pushed up just enough to tease, and those full lips, cherry glossed and slightly parted, told me everything I needed to know.
Her eyes did the rest. She scanned me up and down, lingering at the bulge in my grey sweats, and I watched her thighs squeeze together like her body was already reacting.
I’m not a small man. Six three, built like I belong in a ring, broad chest, thick arms, heavy shoulders. My presence tends to swallow a room. Her little body next to mine just made the contrast hotter. She didn’t speak for a moment, and I didn’t rush it. I let the tension build. Let her soak in what she was about to take.
“You nervous?” I asked, voice low. She nodded, biting her lip, but her eyes said excited more than scared. “Good,” I said, stepping close, towering over her. “I want you to remember who you’re giving yourself to.”
I reached for her throat gently, tilted her chin up, and kissed her deep, tongue slow but commanding, one hand sliding to her lower back, then cupping that perfect ass. She gasped when I grabbed her tight and pulled her flush against my cock, already growing thick and heavy.
I didn’t waste time. I lifted her effortlessly, her legs wrapping around my waist, and carried her straight to the bedroom.
I stripped her slow at first, peeled that dress off her trembling body, then rough when I needed to be. No panties. Just wet. Already dripping. She looked up at me naked, her chest rising and falling fast, her nipples hard, her legs spread instinctively.
“You wet for me already?” She nodded, whispering, “Yes, Nick”
When I dropped my sweats and my cock sprang free, she gasped. “Oh my God”. Thick. Veiny. Heavy. I watched her swallow hard, already fantasizing about how it would feel stretching her pussy, stuffing her throat. She reached for it without thinking, wrapping both hands around my length, stroking slow like she was trying to comprehend the size. Her mouth opened, tongue out, eager to taste. “You want this?” I asked. She looked up, submissive and hungry. “Yes. Please. I want to taste it.”
I didn’t let her earn it just yet. I took control, threw her down, face-first into the bed, ass up. Her pussy was glistening, swollen, leaking before I even touched her. I spread her wide and eased in slow, just enough to make her gasp and arch back into me. She was tight, but she took me. Inch by inch. I watched her body tremble as I filled her deeper than her stag ever could. She cried out when I bottomed out, her fingers gripping the sheets, back arched like her body couldn’t decide whether it wanted to run or beg for more.
I didn’t hold back. I fucked her hard, deep strokes, balls slapping against her soaked pussy, the sound of our bodies echoing in the room. She moaned my name like a prayer, screamed into the sheets as I pounded her from behind. She squirted once, then again, soaking my thighs, her body convulsing with every orgasm. “Whose pussy is this now?” I growled, pulling her hair. “Yours!” she screamed. “Fuck! It’s yours, Nick.”
I flipped her over, her legs wide, pussy swollen and twitching. I leaned over and kissed her again, slower this time, as I stroked her clit with my thumb and slid back in. Her body welcomed me now, stretched, wrecked, owned.
As I felt the pressure build in my cock, I pulled out and climbed over her chest. Her eyes lit up, already knowing what I wanted. She opened her mouth without a word. Tongue out. Face desperate.
I grabbed the base of my shaft and aimed at her waiting tongue. The first spurt landed across her lips, the second hit her tongue, the rest spilled down her throat as she moaned and swallowed every drop. She looked up at me, face covered in cum, lips coated, and whispered, “Thank you.” Then she licked up the rest slowly, making sure not to waste a single drop.
“You gonna tell your husband how much you begged for it?” She nodded, smiling like a woman possessed. “Every detail.” “Good,” I said. “Tell him his wife is mine now.”