His body hovered just above mine, a wall of heat and control, his cock resting heavy against my soaked pussy – not pushing in, not yet. Just rubbing. Teasing. Torturing.

And I was dripping for him.

I could feel the slick mess between my thighs, my folds hot and swollen, so sensitive that even the drag of his thick length sliding through my wetness made me gasp and twitch beneath him.

“Fuck,” he growled under his breath, voice thick with hunger. “You’re soaking me, Princess. Look at you.”

He rocked his hips slowly, the underside of his cock sliding along my pussy lips, collecting every drop of arousal as it pooled there, as it leaked down and made a slick mess of both of us.

I whimpered, hips jerking up instinctively, trying to catch the head and guide it inside me – desperate, greedy, but his hands pinned me down by the wrists, a smirk curling at the corner of his mouth.

“Uh uh,” he murmured, leaning in close, lips brushing my jaw as he spoke. “You don’t get it until I say. You don’t get anything until I’ve told you exactly how I’m going to ruin you.”

I could barely think. My entire body was buzzing, straining, helpless under the slow torture of being touched everywhere but where I needed it most.

He let go of one wrist, only to slide that hand down to my chest, grabbing a handful of my breast roughly, thumb flicking over the tight peak of my nipple until I arched into him, mouth parted, moaning breathlessly.

His mouth found my neck — hot kisses, slow licks, then bites sharp enough to make me yelp. He marked me, dragging his teeth along the skin like he was trying to brand me with his hunger.

“All this dripping little pussy,” he murmured against my throat, “and I haven’t even fucked you yet. Haven’t even slid inside to feel how tight you are. You’re that turned on just from my cock rubbing against you?”

I nodded helplessly, back arching again as he rolled his hips and let the swollen head of his cock catch against me — not enough to press in, just enough to remind me what I wasn’t getting.

“Imagine how you’re gonna feel when I finally push in,” he whispered, his voice pure filth now, pure power. “When I stretch you wide and fill you up with every inch. When you’re moaning like a little slut, begging me to cum inside you.”

I whimpered again wetness gushing between my thighs, my pussy clenching around nothing, aching to be filled.

He reached between us and grabbed the base of his cock, guiding it in one long, slow drag up through my folds – gathering slick, making sure I heard every filthy, wet sound it made as it glided over me.

“You hear that?” he groaned, eyes locked on mine now, wild and possessive. “That’s the sound of how badly you want me. That’s how soaked you are just from me talking to you.”

He grabbed my hair with his free hand and tugged, gently but firmly, forcing me to bare my throat as his mouth returned to it … kissing, biting, moaning against my skin.

“I’m going to ruin you,” he growled into my ear. “Make this pretty little pussy so fucking used and full you won’t be able to walk. You want that, don’t you?”

“Yes,” I gasped, hips grinding up against him, desperate for more.

“Say it.”

“I want it ….. please, I want you to fuck me,” I begged, voice broken, body on fire.

He rocked his cock one more time through my slick folds, the head catching again at my entrance, teasing it, dipping just barely inside before pulling back with a filthy groan.

“You’re going to cum all over me,” he said, voice darker now. “Before I even give you the first thrust. That’s how much this pussy belongs to me.”

And with one slow, devastating push –
he finally started to slide inside.

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The second he started to push in
just the tip
I lost my breath.

I was too wet.
Too swollen.
Too desperate.

He slid in so easily, my pussy sucking him in with a wet, obscene sound that made us both groan.

“Fucking hell…” he hissed through his teeth, hips stilling halfway in. “You’re dripping. Absolutely fucking dripping.”

I clenched around him involuntarily, moaning into his shoulder, fingers digging into his arms as my body tried to pull him deeper. Every muscle in me was straining toward him.

He didn’t move. Not yet.

He stayed there, thick, pulsing inside me — letting me feel it.
Letting me drown in the pressure of being stretched wide, the ache of being filled without motion.

“I could stay just like this,” he whispered, voice rough and low. “Bury myself in your tight little cunt, feel you squeeze me until you beg to cum again.”

I whimpered, rolling my hips in a slow grind, desperate for more friction. But he grabbed my hips hard, pinning me down.

“No,” he growled. “You don’t get to fuck me. I fuck you.”

And then he pulled almost all the way out..
only to slam back in, hard, fast, brutal.

I cried out, head thrown back, body arching under the sheer force of the thrust.

He fucked me like he was trying to tear me apart.
Like my pussy was built to be ruined by him.

His cock drove into me again and again, loud, slick slaps echoing through the room with every thrust. I was soaked – it was everywhere. Down my thighs, across his cock, pooling beneath us on the sheets.

“Listen to that,” he grunted, pounding into me harder. “This is mine. This soaked, desperate pussy — fucking mine.”

“Yours,” I gasped, barely able to speak through the onslaught. “Yours — please, don’t stop—”

He didn’t. If anything, he moved faster, rougher, more unrelenting. One hand gripped my throat, the other sliding between us to circle my clit, fast and precise.

“You’re going to cum,” he snarled, eyes locked on mine. “You’re going to cum all over my cock while I use this little hole. You’re going to soak me again like the filthy girl you are.”

The pressure built so fast it hurt. My thighs trembled. My vision blurred.

And then it hit …
like being set on fire from the inside out.

I screamed as I came, my pussy clenching and spasming violently around him.
My whole body shaking as I gushed over his cock, soaking us both with wave after wave of release.

He didn’t stop.
He fucked me through it.
Held me down, kept pounding into my spent, twitching pussy as I sobbed and writhed, overstimulated and wide open.

“I’m not done with you,” he growled, panting hard, hips slamming into me like a man possessed. “Not until you’re leaking with my cum. Not until this tight cunt is ruined.”

I couldn’t answer. I was nothing but sensation, fucked raw, wrecked, owned.

His pace grew frantic, cock twitching deep inside me, and with a final, brutal thrust he slammed into me and came — hard, hot, thick, spilling deep and full, groaning into my neck as he pulsed inside me.

I could feel it dripping already.
Sliding down the backs of my thighs.
Filling me so full it couldn’t all stay inside.

And still, he didn’t move.
He stayed buried in me, cock twitching with the aftershocks, his breath hot against my ear.

“Look at you,” he whispered. “Fucked full. So messy. So perfect.”

He kissed my neck, then my shoulder, then the corner of my mouth,
soft now.
Tender.
Like I wasn’t just his toy, but his everything.

And I was.

Completely.

Utterly.

His.