Chapter 5: Floor Fucking
The water's roar faded as Ryan dragged Channah backwards by the hips, her bare feet slipping on the wet tile. They stumbled through the steam, past the fogged mirror still smeared with the ghost of their earlier violence, and into the cooler, dimmer air of the bedroom. The scent shifted – less chlorine and steam, more stale sweat, spilled whisky from earlier, and the thick, unmistakable musk of their raw fucking. The sheets were warm, tangled from earlier tumbles.
He didn’t hesitate. With a grunt fueled by renewed, savage need, Ryan spun her and shoved hard between her shoulder blades. Channah gasped as her palms hit the mattress, her knees scraping the sheets, her spine arching instinctively. Her soaked red hair slapped wetly against her flushed back. The view was obscene, deliberate: the deep curve of her back leading down to the full swell of her ass, still flushed pink from the pounding against the bathroom counter, the slick, dark furl of her asshole glistening, visibly loosened and swollen from his repeated invasion. Her pussy lips beneath were puffy and slick, a darker pink.
"Presenting it already, you greedy fucking slut?" Ryan growled, his voice thick. He gripped her hips hard, fingers digging into the soft flesh, aligning himself. His cock, thick and flushed impossibly hard again, throbbed in his hand. The blunt, slick head nudged against her stretched entrance. She was still open, still yielding, but the resistance of her inner muscles trying to clench shut around nothing was tangible.
"Been dreaming of this ass for years," he rasped, spitting roughly onto his fingers before smearing it over his cockhead and her exposed hole. The warm saliva mixed with the lingering lube and her own slickness. "Dreamed of wrecking it." He pushed, not slowly this time, but with a single, brutal thrust of his hips.
Schllllck.
The wet, sucking sound was obscenely loud in the quiet room. Channah screamed, a high, ragged sound as he buried himself to the hilt in one motion, her tight ring stretching impossibly wide to accommodate his girth again. Her body jolted forward, her head dropping between her shoulders, a choked sob escaping her.
"FUCK! Oh god, Ryan! Yes! It’s… it’s so fucking full!" she wailed, her voice trembling. The sheer, immediate intensity stole her breath. She could feel every ridge, every vein of his cock forcing its way back into her tender, well-used channel, the burn a familiar agony she craved. Her fingers clawed at the sheets.
He didn't pause. He drew back almost completely, the head catching on her rim, stretching it wide open in a lewd display, then slammed back in with punishing force. Thwack. His balls slapped against her dripping pussy lips. Thwack. The bed frame creaked in protest. Thwack. Her ass cheeks rippled with the impact.
"Look at it take me," he commanded, his voice guttural, his own breath coming in harsh pants. His hands slid from her hips up her back, pressing her flatter against the mattress, arching her ass higher, forcing her hole open wider for his pistoning cock. "Look at how your fucking asshole swallows my cock, Channah. Like it was made for it. Like you were born to be fucked up the ass."
"Yesss!" she shrieked, turning her head sideways against the sheets. Her cheek pressed into the cotton, the faint, salty taste of his dried cum from the bathroom still detectable. It spurred her on. "Made for it! Your cock! Only yours! Fuck me! Fuck your slut’s ass harder! Please!"
He obliged. His rhythm became frenzied, desperate. Short, brutal strokes that hammered her entire body forward with each impact. The wet slap of flesh on flesh, the squelch of his cock plunging into her loosened depths, the ragged symphony of their grunts and cries filled the room. Sweat dripped from Ryan’s brow onto her back, tracing paths through the water still beading on her skin. He leaned forward, covering her, one hand fisting in her wet hair, pulling her head back, the other gripping her hip bone so hard it would bruise.
"You take it so fucking good," he snarled in her ear, his breath hot. "This filthy, stretched-out asshole. Clenching me like a greedy fist." He punctuated each word with a savage thrust. "You love it. Love being my fuckhole."
"I love it!" she screamed, tears leaking from the corners of her eyes, mingling with the sweat on the sheets. Her body was a conduit for sensation – the deep, burning fullness, the sharp sting where his fingers dug in, the delicious ache of her jaw pulled back by his grip in her hair. She pushed back, meeting each thrust, her own hips working frantically. "Love your thick fucking cock wrecking my ass! Ruin me! Ruin it! Make it yours!"
The pressure built, coiling low and agonizing in Ryan’s balls. Her desperate cries, the obscene tightness of her channel despite the stretching, the absolute surrender in the way she offered herself – it was pushing him towards the edge fast. He could feel her inner muscles starting to flutter wildly around his length, signaling her own approach.
"Tell me what you want, filthy girl!" he demanded, his thrusts becoming shorter, harder, grinding deep. "Tell your daddy what you fucking want!"
The words ripped out of her, raw and unfiltered: "Fill me up, daddy! Fill me up!" Her voice broke on a sob. "I want your fucking cum! Pump it deep! Fill my ass! I want it leaking out of me all night! Mark me inside! Pleeeease!"
Her plea shattered the last of his control. With a roar that seemed to tear from his soul, Ryan buried himself to the root, his hips slamming flush against her ass, grinding hard. His cock pulsed violently, thick jets of hot cum erupting deep inside her clenching passage. He felt the scalding flood, the incredible pressure as he pumped his release directly into her depths.
"TAKE IT!" he bellowed, his body rigid, pouring himself into her. "Take every fucking drop! Fill that dirty hole!" He held himself deep, grinding, milking every last spurt as her ass convulsed around him, milking him dry.
Channah screamed, a sound of pure, unadulterated ecstasy mixed with pain. Her body bowed, rigid, as the sensation of being flooded, claimed from the inside out, triggered her own violent climax. Her pussy clenched around nothing, spasming wildly, a fresh gush of wetness soaking the sheets beneath her. "YES! GOD! YES! Filling me! Oh fuck, it’s so hot! So deep!" she sobbed, her voice thick and broken.
Ryan collapsed forward, his weight pressing her flatter, his softening cock still lodged deep inside her, pulsing weakly. His chest heaved against her back, his breath rasping in her ear. He could feel the heat trapped inside her, the sheer volume of his release. Slowly, carefully, he withdrew.
A thick, pearly rivulet of cum immediately oozed from her gaping, reddened asshole, tracing a slow, obscene path down her inner thigh, glistening against her flushed skin. Just like she’d demanded. Leaking. Marked inside.
He fell onto his back beside her, utterly spent. Channah whimpered as she lowered herself fully onto the mattress, her ass throbbing, the hot wetness seeping onto the sheets beneath her. She turned her head, her face smeared with old cum, tears, and sweat, her eyes half-lidded and sated, yet burning with a dark, satisfied fire. She reached a trembling hand back, fingers brushing over her swollen, leaking hole, gathering a thick glob of white on her fingertips.
She brought them to her lips, her tongue snaking out slowly. Her eyes locked onto Ryan’s as she deliberately sucked his cum from her fingers, a low, filthy moan escaping her. "Tastes like you claimed me," she whispered, her voice raw but thick with triumph. She shifted slightly, a fresh trickle escaping. "Told you… leaking… all night."
Ryan watched the cum seep onto the sheet between her thighs. His hand slid possessively over the curve of her hip, resting on the warm, sticky mess. Exhaustion warred with the primal satisfaction roaring through his veins. The night was still young, and the taste of conquest – hers and his – was addictive. His thumb rubbed slow circles near her abused entrance, feeling the wet heat. Her breath hitched. A promise. A challenge. Still to come.