Chapter 4: The Next Load
Ellie’s thighs trembled as she pressed her palms into the couch, her ass still glistening with Kong’s thick load. The studio air smelled like sweat and sex, the hum of cameras barely registering over the pounding of her pulse. She turned her head, blue eyes half-lidded with satisfaction, and licked her lips.
"Alright, ladies," she purred, voice rough from screaming, fingers spreading her slick folds wider. "Who's next?" A slow drip of cum slid down her inner thigh as she arched her back, presenting herself like a feast. "I've got a womb that needs filling."
The crew chuckled, but the sound faded as a new figure stepped forward. He was tall, lean muscle wrapped in ink, his shaved head catching the harsh studio lights. His green eyes locked onto hers, unblinking, and Ellie felt her breath hitch. There was something dangerous in the way he moved—like a predator circling prey.
"I'm Ace," he said, voice so deep it vibrated in her chest. His fingers traced the curve of her spine, nails scraping just hard enough to make her shiver. "Been waiting all day for my turn with you, Ellie."
She smirked, rolling her hips in invitation. "Ace, huh?" His name rolled off her tongue, tasting like a challenge. "Let’s see if you can live up to it." She reached back, spreading herself wider, her puffy lips still glazed from Kong’s finish.
Ace exhaled sharply, his cock already thick and heavy in his grip. "Fuck," he muttered, thumb smearing her slick across his tip. "Look at you—already ruined and begging for more."
Ellie’s laugh was breathless. "You gonna talk or fuck me?"
He didn’t answer. Just lined up and slammed into her with one brutal thrust.
Her scream tore through the room, her body bowing as he stretched her wider than she thought possible. "Holy shit—!" Her fingers clawed at the couch, nails digging into leather as Ace bottomed out, his hips flush against her ass.
"Tight little thing," he growled, pulling back only to drive in again, his pace relentless. "Even after that monster just had you."
Ellie’s vision blurred, her cunt clenching around him, overstimulated and aching. "Fuck—fuck, yes—!" Her tits swayed with each impact, her nipples stiff and sensitive.
Ace’s hand fisted in her hair, yanking her head back. "You take it so good," he rasped, his breath hot against her ear. "Gonna pump you full—make sure you remember who wrecked this pussy next."
His fingers dug into her hips hard enough to leave bruises, his thrusts turning erratic.
Ellie laughed breathlessly, her voice ragged. "Oh honey, you think this is wrecked?" She clenched around him deliberately, milking his cock with her walls. "This is just getting warmed up."
Ace growled, slamming into her harder, his balls slapping against her slick skin. "Fuck—you're tight as hell even after Kong." His breath hitched as she rolled her hips, taking him deeper.
She twisted her neck, meeting his gaze with a smirk. "You think you're wrecking me? Please." Her nails scraped down her own thigh, leaving red marks. "You're just the warm-up act, sweetheart."
Ace paused mid-thrust, his cock twitching inside her. "Is that so?" His voice dropped to a dangerous rumble. His hands slid up to grip her waist, thumbs pressing into the dimples above her ass.
Ellie arched her back further, presenting herself shamelessly. "Oh, I'm sure you'll try your best, Ace." She reached back to spread her cheeks, showing off his thick shaft buried inside her. "But let's be honest—you don't exactly look like you're packing enough to truly ruin me."
She felt him swell inside her, his cock pulsing at the insult. "Maybe if you had a few more inches," she purred, clenching around him again, "or a little more girth, you might stand a chance."
Ace's jaw clenched, a vein bulging in his neck. "You think this is a game?" He yanked her head back by her hair, making her gasp. "I'll show you a fucking game."
Ellie's breath caught as he pulled out completely, then flipped her onto her back in one rough motion. The studio lights burned her eyes as he loomed over her, his cock glistening with her juices.
"Promises, promises," she taunted, spreading her legs wider. "I've heard it all before." Her fingers trailed down to her swollen lips, spreading them open. "Show, don't tell, baby."
Ace's nostrils flared. He grabbed her wrist and pinned it above her head. "You want to see what I've got?" His free hand wrapped around his shaft, slapping it against her clit. "You're about to find out."
Ellie gasped as he plunged back in, her back arching off the couch. "Yes—fuck!" Her legs wrapped around his waist, heels digging into his ass. "That's it—show me what you've got!"
Ellie gasped as Ace's cock stretched her walls to their limit. His fingers dug into her hips hard enough to leave bruises, his thrusts coming harder, deeper, each one knocking the breath from her lungs. She could feel every ridge, every vein as he pistoned into her, her body arching off the couch with the force of it.
Ace's lips curled into a feral grin as he watched her struggle to take him. "You wanted this," he growled, his voice rough with exertion. His hands slid up to grip her waist, thumbs pressing into the dimples above her ass as he angled her hips for deeper penetration. Ellie's nails scraped against the leather cushions, her moans turning into desperate whimpers.
"You like that?" he demanded, his pace never slowing. Sweat dripped from his brow onto her heaving chest, mingling with the sheen covering her own skin. Ellie could only nod, her words stolen by the sheer intensity of his fucking.
"Fuck—fuck, yes—!" Her voice broke as he hit a spot inside her that made her vision white out for a second. Ace chuckled darkly, his fingers tightening in her hair as he yanked her head back.
"Say it," he ordered, his breath hot against her ear. "Tell me you love it."
Ellie's lips parted, her tongue darting out to wet them. "I love it," she panted, her voice wrecked. "I fucking love it, Ace—don't stop—!"
He didn't. His thrusts became even more brutal, his cock slamming into her with enough force to make the couch creak. Ellie's legs trembled, her thighs slick with sweat and arousal, her body teetering on the edge of another orgasm.
"You're close," Ace observed, his voice thick with satisfaction. His fingers found her clit, rubbing rough circles that had her bucking beneath him. "Come for me, Ellie. Let me feel you squeeze my cock."
She shattered with a scream, her walls clamping down around him in rhythmic pulses. Ace groaned, his hips stuttering as her climax milked him. "Fuck—that's it—take it all—"
His release hit hard, his cock jerking inside her as he emptied himself deep into her womb. Ellie could feel the heat of it, the sheer volume as it filled her, spilling out around his still-throbbing shaft.
Ace collapsed against her, his breath ragged against her neck. For a moment, neither of them moved, the only sound in the studio their harsh breathing and the distant hum of equipment.
Finally, he pulled out with a wet sound, his cum immediately leaking from her well-used hole. Ellie winced at the sudden emptiness, her body still thrumming with aftershocks.
Ace stood, his muscles flexing as he stretched. "There," he said, his voice hoarse. "Now you're truly ruined."
Ellie laughed weakly, her limbs heavy with exhaustion. She stared up at the studio lights, blinking against their harsh glare. What would Ritchie say when she got home?
The thought sent a fresh thrill through her, her fingers idly tracing the sticky mess between her thighs. She couldn't wait to find out.