I stare down at her hands working those tits, pushing them together, squeezing her nipples.
“You’re a fucking natural,” I snarl.
“R-really?” she whimpers.
“Really,” I growl. “I knew you were a secret nympho.”
“But just—for—you …”
“Always,” I snap, and then slam into her harder than I have yet.
Then I pull out slowly, making her feel every inch because if I don’t I might end up exploding in her too soon and there’s no damn way that’s happening, not before I’ve felt her squirt all over my dick.
Slow, slow, I watch her as she feels every twitching movement.
When I’m all the way out, my helm barely grazing her hole, I slam into her so fucking hard the bed makes a creaking sound like it might break.
“Ah,” she cries, her hands flinging to the side, gripping the sheets.
She makes to move them back to her breasts.
“No,” I tell her. “I want to watch them bounce.”
I pull out slowly again, savoring every star-hot pulse of her pussy, her hole clamping my shaft like a fist made of fire.
I watch as she shivers and quakes in anticipation of my savage thrust, and then I thunder into her, slamming her deep and hard.
The reverberation moves through her body, making the juicy voluptuousness of her jiggle in a way that almost has me exploding inside of her.
“You better cream soon,” I growl. “Who do you belong to, Aida?”
“You,” she breathes, hardly able to push the word out.
“Say it.”
“I’m yours.”
“And nobody else’s?” I snarl, sinking back into a rhythm now, fucking her like she deserves to be fucked, pounding into her hole and against the raw pinkness of her pubic bone like any second she’s going to snap in half.
I’m using her like she wasn’t a virgin just a few minutes ago.
I’m using her like she was bred to be the hot hole I’d lose myself in, the only woman I could ever give myself to like this, the only woman who could make me teeter on the edge of insane brutal beastliness like this.
“Nobody—else,” she cries. “Just you. Always you.”
I let out a roar and then lean back, grabbing her hips and flipping her around in one savage movement.
“On your knees on the edge of the bed. Put your knees together. Make your ass frame that pussy. Push your ass out.”
She’s such a quick learner, my eager-to-please nympho, perching on the edge of the bed with those big mouth-watering ass cheeks round and ready to grab for me.
I stand up and lean down, bringing the helm of my cock to her hole again, slipping in effortlessly this time.
“Feel how bad you want it,” I snap, pounding her as I use those big ass cheeks as handholds, the sweetest ass cheeks in the world, so round, so succulent, almost losing my hands in the delectable rippled folds of her flesh.
Fuck, I might come soon.
Everything about her is so perfect.
I make another roaring sound, unable to form words, hoping she knows it means that her body is flawless, every curve, every voluptuous inch of her.
I wish I could eat her up, her flesh is so appetizing, bouncing as I hammer into her, my length so wet with my precome and her wetness that it slickly slams in and out now.
“C-come,” I growl, struggling to force the sentence out. “I said come. Now. Aida. Come or I’m going to spank you so hard you won’t be able to sit down for a week. Fucking come. Come. Come.”
With each come, I pound into her even harder, the whole mattress rocking on its legs with the force.
I’m shocked she’s still able to take this, but then there’s nothing she can do now.
I’m lost in the feeling of her, my cock on the precipice of an explosion that might turn me even more savage.
I slide my hands from her ass to those hips, digging my fingers into her flesh, pulling on her as I thrust into her.
All she can do is try to hold on as I fling her back and forth like a rag doll, completely punishing her never-been-touched-before cunt, a cunt that was made to be fucked by me, and me alone, forever.
“I’m—”
“I can see,” I gasp, staring down as a torrent of thick white come squirts all over my cock, sliding down my length and painting it so I can’t even see my own skin, just her come, a torrent of it.
“More,” I demand. “More, more, more.”
She whines and the bed leaps up as though it’s trying to tell me to calm down, her virgin cunt can’t take this hard of a pounding.
But I know my woman better than anybody.
She’s been waiting to be used and fucked like this for a long time.
She’s been waiting for a man to realize that her baggy hoodies and sweatpants hide a body designed for pleasure, a body designed to please a feral beast like me, and all I can do is howl out in fucking victory that no man noticed how perfect she was before.