Chapter 9: The Deepening
The slap had barely faded from her skin when Otis pulled his hips back and drove forward again, burying himself to the root in her ass. The sound that tore from Janet's throat was half sob, half gasp, her fingers twisting into the sheets as the stretch burned through her. He was impossibly deep, thicker than anything she had ever taken back there, and the weight of him inside her guts made her thighs tremble and her cunt clench around nothing.
"There you go," he said, his voice low and rough above her. "Take it. Take all of it."
He withdrew until only the head remained, and then he drove in again. Harder. The force of it shoved her body up the bed, and she scrabbled at the mattress to hold on. Her eyes were wet, tears sliding down her cheeks, but the pain had already begun to transmute into something else, something molten and filthy that coiled low in her belly.
"Oh god," she whimpered.
"No. You call me Otis."
He punctuated the words with another deep, grinding thrust, and her breath broke apart. She pushed back against him before she could think about it, her hips meeting his, taking him deeper still. The room filled with the wet, obscene sound of his balls slapping against her slick, uncovered cunt. She was soaked, her body betraying every inch of the pleasure it was taking from this.
"That's it," he grunted. "Push back, you greedy little slut."
She hated how much she loved the name. Her face burned with shame and arousal, and her hole clenched around his massive shaft as if trying to pull him in further. He laughed, a low, triumphant sound, and then he pulled nearly all the way out and slammed back in, a punishing rhythm that rocked her entire body with every drive.
Janet's sobs had become ragged moans. Her mouth hung open, spit trailing onto the sheets, and she pushed her ass back against him with every stroke, taking him fully, completely.
"You like that, don't you?" He reached forward, gripping a fistful of her hair, and yanked her head back. "Tell me. Tell me you want it."
"I want it," she gasped. "Please, Otis. I need it."
"Need what?"
"Need you to fuck my ass. Please. Fuck it raw."
He slapped her ass again, the crack of his palm echoing through the room, and Janet cried out, her cunt dripping onto his thighs. He was relentless, keeping up the punishing rhythm, each thrust driving her forward until her chest scraped the sheets and her heavy breasts swung painfully beneath her.
"You beg so pretty," he said, his voice nearly a snarl. "But I'm not done showing you who owns this hole tonight."
She opened her mouth to answer, but the words died as he pulled out completely. The sudden emptiness made her whimper, her body trembling, her ass clenching around nothing. Before she could catch her breath, he grabbed her hip and flipped her over onto her back.
The light from the city fell across his face, showing her the pleased, hungry set of his mouth. He grabbed her thighs and pushed them up, folding her nearly in half, her knees pressed against her shoulders. Then he guided his cock back to her entrance, the thick head slick with lube and her own wetness, and pressed inside.
The angle was different, deeper, and Janet's eyes flew wide. He sank into her slowly, inch by agonizing inch, and she felt herself stretch to accommodate him all over again. Her hands flew to his forearms, digging into the muscle as she gasped.
"Oh god, oh god, oh god," she chanted, her voice high and desperate.
"That's right," he said, his voice rough. "Play with your clit while I fuck this tight ass."
She obeyed without thought. Her hand slid down her belly, fingers finding her swollen, aching clit, wet with her own arousal. She began to circle it, a frantic rhythm, as he started to move inside her.
The stretch was exquisite, painful and beautiful, and the sensation of her fingers on her clit sent sparks through her whole body. He filled her completely, the thick ridge of his shaft dragging along her inner walls with every thrust, and she could feel every inch of him moving inside her.
He reached down and slid his thumb along her slick slit, pressing against her entrance. Janet gasped, her hips bucking as he pushed his thumb inside her pussy, filling her there while his cock rammed her ass. The dual penetration was overwhelming, a cascade of filthy pleasure that made her moan in a way she barely recognized as her own voice.
"That's it," he grunted, his thumb pumping into her, his cock driving deep. "Play with that clit. Make yourself come for me."
She was close already. The humiliating truth was that she had been close since the moment he'd flipped her over. Her fingers moved faster, her hips rolling to meet each thrust, and she was lost in the sensation of being so completely filled, so thoroughly claimed by a man whose name she had known for barely an hour.
"I'm gonna come," she gasped. "Please, I'm gonna come."
"Then come," he said, his voice a low command. "Come on my cock."
The orgasm ripped through her, a violent, shuddering wave that started in her clit and spread through her entire body. Her cries filled the room, high and broken, and her walls clenched around his thumb and his cock in the same desperate rhythm. He kept driving, kept sliding in and out of her, his thumb pressing deeper, and she rode out wave after wave, her body convulsing beneath him.
He watched her, his grey eyes dark and satisfied, and then he pulled his thumb out and gripped her hip with both hands, pounding into her with renewed force, chasing his own release.