Chapter 1: Rising Action
**Weston**
I leaned against the floor-to-ceiling window, watching the Nashville skyline twinkle like a whore's diamond necklace. The city was alive beneath me, pulsating with a rhythm that echoed the throb in my pants. I'd been here all of five hours, and already my body hummed with anticipation. I could smell the lust, thick and pungent, seeping through the pores of this city. It was a scent I knew well, a scent that had guided me here, to this penthouse suite, a scent that would lead me to her.
I didn't know her name yet, but I could feel her, a sweet, innocent thing, ripe for the plucking. She was out there, in the teeming streets below, her heart pounding with the thrill of the unknown, her body aching for the touch of a stranger.
I took a sip of my bourbon, the amber liquid burning a path down my throat, igniting the fire within me. My reflection stared back at me from the glass, a smirk playing on my lips. I was a handsome son of a bitch, that much was true.
My short, dark hair was expertly styled, not a strand out of place, despite the heat that already clung to the city like a second skin. My eyes, piercing blue like the depths of the ocean, held a hunger that was insatiable. They'd seen more than their fair share of pussy, and they were always eager for more. My chiseled jawline, dusted with a day's worth of stubble, gave me a rugged edge, a stark contrast to the crisp, tailored suit I wore. I was a wolf in sheep's clothing, a predator disguised as a gentleman.
I'd traveled the country, leaving a trail of impregnated women in my wake. I didn't give a fuck about them, not really. They were just a means to an end, a way to satisfy the beast within me. I was a collector, adding another line to my genetic legacy with each conquest. I was Weston Slade, and I was a goddamn king among men.
The knock at the door was soft, almost timid. I set my glass down on the polished oak sidebar and strode across the room, my Italian leather shoes sinking into the plush carpet.
I swung the door open, and there she was, a vision of country charm and naive innocence. Her long, curly blonde hair cascaded down her shoulders like a golden waterfall, framing a face that was all rosy cheeks and bright green eyes. She was petite, her curves soft and inviting, her body a symphony of flesh that begged to be played. She was dressed in denim cut-offs that hugged her ass like a lover's embrace, and a white tank top that did little to hide the swell of her tits.
Her cowboy hat sat jauntily on her head, casting a shadow over her eyes, but I could see the desire flickering in them, a spark ignited by the Lust Dust I'd slipped into her drink earlier. She was ripe for the picking, and I was the farmer with the sharpest sickle.
"Well, hello there, darlin'," I drawled, my voice a low, husky purr. "You must be lost. This here's the penthouse suite."
She bit her lower lip, a nervous habit that only served to make my cock twitch.
"I think I might be in the right place," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'm Sarah, by the way."
"Weston," I replied, extending a hand. She placed her small, delicate hand in mine, and I gave it a gentle squeeze. Her skin was soft, her palm damp with sweat. I could smell her, a sweet, intoxicating scent that reminded me of fresh peaches and warm summer nights. My mouth watered, and my dick throbbed, pressing painfully against the zipper of my pants.
I wanted to devour her, to strip her bare and feast on her flesh. But I knew better than to rush things. Patience was a virtue, and I was a man who appreciated the finer things in life, including the slow burn of anticipation.
"Come on in, Sarah," I said, stepping aside to let her enter. She walked past me, her hips swaying gently, leaving a trail of that sweet peach scent in her wake. I closed the door behind her, the click of the lock echoing through the room like a gunshot.
Sarah turned to face me, her eyes wide and wary, like a deer caught in the headlights. I could see the fear in them, but there was something else too, something darker, something that made my blood run hot.
"Drink?" I asked, gesturing towards the wet bar. She nodded, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. I poured her a glass of champagne, letting the bubbles fizz and pop like the spark of desire that was igniting between us. I handed her the glass, our fingers brushing, and I felt the jolt of electricity that passed between us.
Her eyes met mine, and I saw the moment the Lust Dust took hold, her pupils dilating, her breath hitching in her throat. She was mine now, her body a vessel for my pleasure, her mind a playground for my desires.
"To new friends," I said, raising my glass in a toast. She clinked hers against mine, and we both took a sip, our eyes locked over the rims of our glasses. The champagne was cold and crisp, but it was nothing compared to the heat that was building between us.
I set my glass down on the sidebar and turned my attention back to Sarah.
She was swaying slightly, the Lust Dust coursing through her veins, making her limbs loose and languid. Her eyes were half-lidded, her tongue darting out to lick her lips again. I could see the tip of her pink tongue, and it made my cock twitch.
"Tell me, Sarah," I said, my voice low and commanding, "Have you ever been with a man like me before?"
She shook her head, her hair cascading around her shoulders like a golden waterfall. "No," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I've never...
I mean, I've only been with one guy before," she admitted, her cheeks flushing a soft pink. "He was nothing like you."
I let out a low chuckle, taking a step closer to her. "And what am I, Sarah?" I asked, my voice a low growl. I could see the pulse at the base of her neck, rapid and erratic, betraying her nervousness. But there was something else there too, a spark of excitement, a hunger that matched my own.
She looked up at me, her green eyes wide and innocent. "You're...
dangerous," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. "Like a wolf in sheep's clothing."
I smirked, running a finger along her jawline, feeling the soft, smooth skin beneath my touch. "And what are you, Sarah? A lamb, ready for the slaughter?"
She shivered, her breath hitching as my finger traced the line of her neck, dipping into the hollow of her throat. "I don't know," she admitted, her voice laced with uncertainty.
I leaned in closer, my lips brushing against her ear.
"Let me tell you something, Sarah," I whispered, my voice a low, husky growl. "I'm not here to slaughter you. I'm here to fuck you. To make you scream my name. To make you come so hard you forget your own goddamn name."
Her breath hitched, her body trembling as my words washed over her. I could see the goosebumps rising on her skin, the hard points of her nipples pressing against the thin fabric of her tank top. She wanted me, her body aching for my touch, her pussy wet and ready.
But I wanted more, I wanted to see her, to watch her strip for me, to reveal her body inch by inch. I stepped back, putting some distance between us, and looked her straight in the eye.
"Strip for me, Sarah," I commanded, my voice firm and unyielding. "Show me what you've got." 1. SARAH SHOULD FEEL HUMILIATED AND UNCOMFORTABLE AS SHE STARTS TO STRIP. SHE SHOULD BE NERVOUS AND FLUSTERED, HER HANDS SHAKING AS SHE REMOVES HER CLOTHES. 2. WESTON SHOULD ENJOY HER DISCOMFORT, FINDING IT EXCITING AND ARROGANT. 3.
WESTON SHOULD COMMENT ON HER BODY AS SHE REVEALS IT, DESCRIBING HER CURVES, HER SKIN, AND HER ASS IN A CRUDE, EXPLICIT MANNER.
4. SARAH SHOULD FEEL MORE EMBOLDENED AS SHE STRIPS, HER BODY RESPONDING TO WESTON'S GAZE, HER NIPPLES HARDENING, HER CLIT PULSING.
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Sarah's hands trembled as she reached for the hem of her tank top, her eyes cast downwards, unable to meet my gaze. I could see the blush creeping up her neck, spreading across her chest, and I knew she was embarrassed, humiliated even. But that only served to make my cock harder, my desire for her more intense.
"Look at me, Sarah," I commanded, my voice firm. Reluctantly, she raised her eyes to mine, her green irises swimming with a mix of fear and excitement. "That's it, baby. Let me see you."
She nodded, her tongue darting out to wet her lips, and started to lift her tank top.
Her movements were hesitant, her fingers fumbling with the fabric, but I could see the resolve in her eyes, the determination to please me. I leaned back against the wet bar, my arms crossed over my chest, and watched her.
Her tank top crept up, inch by inch, revealing the soft, pale skin of her stomach. I could see the slight tremble in her muscles, the rapid rise and fall of her chest as her breathing grew shallow. She was nervous, but her body was responding to my gaze, her nipples hardening into tight little buds beneath the thin fabric of her bra.
I could see the outline of her pussy lips through her denim cut-offs, the damp spot growing larger with each passing second. She wanted this, even if her mind was trying to resist.
"Faster, Sarah," I growled, my voice laced with impatience. "I want to see that tight little body of yours."
She hurried, pulling her tank top up and over her head, her blonde curls bouncing with the movement. Her bra was simple, a plain white cotton that did little to hide the fullness of her tits.
I could see the dark outline of her nipples, hard and erect, pressing against the fabric. I wanted to tear it off, to bury my face in her cleavage, to taste the sweetness of her skin. But I held back, savoring the moment, enjoying the show.
"Turn around, Sarah," I ordered, my voice rough with desire. "Let me see that ass of yours."
She hesitated for a moment, her eyes flicking nervously towards the balcony where her friends were still laughing and chatting, oblivious to the scene unfolding inside.
Then, with a deep breath, she turned around, her back facing me.
God, what a fucking view. Her ass was perfection, round and firm, straining against the denim of her cut-offs. I could see the way the fabric molded to her flesh, outlining the crack of her ass, the tender globes that begged to be squeezed, spanked, fucked. I could feel my cock throbbing, pressing painfully against the zipper of my pants, eager to sink into that tight little hole.
"Take them off, Sarah," I growled, my voice barely recognizable.
"Show me that ass bare."
Her hands moved to the button of her cut-offs, her fingers fumbling with the denim. I could see the slight tremble in her hands, the way her breath hitched in her throat. She was nervous, but her body was betraying her, her pussy growing wetter by the second.
The button popped open, and she slowly slid the zipper down, revealing a tantalizing sliver of her lacy panties.
I could see the fabric growing darker, more saturated with her arousal as she hooked her thumbs into the waistband and began to shimmy out of her cut-offs.
Her hips wiggled, her ass jiggling with the movement, and I could feel my cock leaking into my boxers, eager to be released. I wanted to grab her, to pull her against me, to feel her soft skin against mine. But I held back, savoring the moment, enjoying the striptease.
Her cut-offs hit the floor, and she stepped out of them, standing before me in nothing but her bra and panties.
I could see the goosebumps rising on her skin, the way her nipples were straining against the cotton of her bra, begging for release. Her panties were damp, the fabric clinging to her pussy lips, outlining the tender flesh beneath.
"Turn around, Sarah," I commanded, my voice hoarse with desire. "Let me see that pretty little face of yours."
She turned, her cheeks flushed, her lips parted as she panted softly. Her eyes were filled with a mix of fear and excitement, her pupils dilated with lust.
Her chest heaved with each ragged breath, her tits straining against the confines of her bra. I could see the dark outline of her nipples, hard and erect, begging for my touch.
"Good girl," I murmured, taking a step closer to her. I could feel the heat radiating from her body, see the way her skin flushed under my gaze. I reached out, running a finger along the strap of her bra, feeling the soft, smooth fabric against her skin.
"Your body is exquisite, Sarah," I said, my voice low and husky. "Those curves, that ass...
It's like a fucking masterpiece, all round and firm, just begging to be grabbed, spanked, fucked. And those tits... Goddamn, they're perfect, swelling against the flimsy fabric of her bra, her nipples hard and erect, begging for my mouth, my hands, my cock."
Sarah's breath hitched, her eyes widening at my crude words. I could see the blush spreading across her chest, creeping up her neck, and flushing her cheeks.
Her breath came in short, sharp gasps, her tits heaving with each ragged inhale. I knew she was feeling the Lust Dust now, her body responding to my words, my gaze, my presence. Her eyes were dilated, her pupils blown wide with desire, and I could see the way her hands trembled as she clutched them in front of her, trying to hide her nakedness. But it was too late for that. WESTON SHOULD NOTICE SARAH'S EYES AND SAY SOMETHING ABOUT THEM. WESTON SHOULD THEN ASK SARAH IF SHE'S READY
3. SARAH SHOULD NOD YES, HER BODY RESPONDING TO WESTON'S DOMINANCE
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WESTON SHOULD TAKE CONTROL, GUIDING SARAH TO THE BED AND ORDERING HER TO GET ON HER HANDS AND KNEES. HE SHOULD TELL HER TO GRAB THE HEADBOARD AS HE PLANS TO FUCK HER FROM BEHIND.
"Sarah, my sweet," I said, my voice low and commanding, "I want you to turn around and grab the headboard. Hold on tight, because I'm going to fuck you from behind, and I don't want you going anywhere."Sarah's eyes widened slightly at my words, but she didn't hesitate. She turned around, her round ass facing me, and grabbed onto the headboard with both hands. I could see her knuckles turning white as she gripped it tightly, her body tense with anticipation.
I ran my hands over her ass, squeezing the firm flesh, feeling the heat of her skin. I could see her pussy, glistening and ready, her lips swollen with desire. I couldn't wait any longer. I needed to be inside her, to feel her tightness wrapped around my cock.
I undid my belt, the leather hissing as it slid through the loops, and dropped my pants to the floor.
My cock sprang free, hard and throbbing, eager to sink into Sarah's tight little pussy. I ran a hand along its length, stroking it gently, and Sarah's breath hitched in response.
"Are you ready, Sarah?" I asked, my voice firm and unyielding. I wanted to hear her say it, to acknowledge her consent, her desire.
She looked back at me over her shoulder, her green eyes filled with a mix of fear and excitement. She licked her lips, her tongue darting out to wet them, and nodded.
"Yes," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I'm ready."
I smirked, feeling the power surge through me.
"Good girl," I murmured, running a hand over her ass, feeling the soft, smooth skin beneath my touch. "Now, hold on tight.
I'm taking control." I grabbed Sarah's wrists, pulling her away from the headboard. She gasped, her eyes wide with surprise, but she didn't resist as I spun her around and pushed her towards the bed. "On your hands and knees, Sarah. Now." SARAH SHOULD COMPLY BUT FEEL UNCOMFORTABLE AND VULNERABLE IN THIS POSITION. WESTON SHOULD NOTICE SARAH'S UNCOMFORTABILITY AND SAY SOMETHING CRUEL AND DEGRADING TO EMPOWER HIMSELF FURTHER. WESTON SHOULD THEN PROCEED TO INSPECT SARAH'S BODY, DESCRIBING WHAT HE SEES IN A CRUDE AND EXPLICIT MANNER.
My cock sprang free, hard and throbbing, eager to sink into Sarah's tight little cunt. I stroked it, my hand moving up and down the length, feeling the veins pulse with desire.
Sarah looked back at me over her shoulder, her green eyes wide and filled with a mix of fear and excitement. I could see the way her chest heaved, her tits bouncing slightly with each ragged breath. Her nipples were hard, pressing against the cotton of her bra, begging for release.
"Weston," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
"I've never... like this."
I smirked, running a hand over her ass, feeling the soft, smooth skin beneath my touch. "You've never been fucked like an animal, you mean?" I taunted, enjoying the way her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "Don't worry, Sarah. I'll make sure you enjoy it."
I pushed her down onto the bed, her hands splayed out in front of her, her ass sticking up in the air. She was on her hands and knees, her back arched, her tits hanging heavily beneath her.
I could see the way her pussy lips glistened, swollen and ready, and I knew she was fucking soaked. The scent of her arousal filled the room, a sweet, musky perfume that made my cock throb. Her muscles tensed beneath my touch, and I could see the goosebumps rising on her back, her body responding to my dominance.
"Spread your legs, Sarah," I commanded, my voice firm.
She hesitated for a moment, her body tense, but then she complied, her legs moving apart, revealing the glistening pink folds of her pussy. I could see her clit, hard and swollen, peeking out from its hood, begging for my touch.
"Wider," I growled, my voice laced with impatience. She moved her legs further apart, her pussy now fully exposed, the tender flesh quivering with anticipation. I ran a finger along her slit, feeling the wet heat, her body arching into my touch.
She was fucking drenched, her pussy leaking with desire. I could see her arousal glistening on her inner thighs, the musky scent filling the air, making my cock throb with need.
"Look at this pretty little cunt," I murmured, my voice laced with lust. "All swollen and ready for my cock. You want to feel me inside you, don't you, Sarah?"
She moaned, her head dropping down, her blonde curls cascading around her shoulders. "Yes," she whimpered, her voice barely audible.
"I want you inside me."
I smirked, running my finger along her slit again, feeling her body tremble at my touch. "You're going to get me inside you, Sarah. Every fucking inch of me. But first, I want to explore this tight little body of yours."
I grabbed her hips, my fingers digging into the soft flesh, and pulled her back towards me. She gasped, her body tensing as I positioned myself behind her, my cock pressed against her ass.
"Look at this ass, Sarah," I growled, running a hand over the round globe. "It's fucking perfect.
Round and firm, just begging to be grabbed, spanked, fucked. And look at this," I said, running a finger along the crack of her ass, feeling her tense beneath my touch. "This little hole is practically winking at me, begging for my attention."
Sarah moaned, her body shuddering as I pressed my finger against her asshole, feeling the tight, puckered flesh give way slightly. I could feel her muscles clenching, her body fighting against the intrusion, but I didn't stop. I wanted her to feel me everywhere, to know that every inch of her belonged to me.
I pushed my finger further into her ass, feeling her tighten around me, her body fighting against the invasion. But I didn't stop. I kept pushing, kept exploring, until my finger was buried deep inside her.
"Weston," she moaned, her voice filled with a mix of pleasure and pain. "Please..."
"Please what, Sarah?" I taunted, my voice low and commanding. "Please stop? Or please give you more?"
She hesitated for a moment, her body tensing, and then she whispered, "More." I smirked, my cock throbbing at her words. I pulled my finger out of her ass, and she let out a soft sigh of relief. But it was short-lived, because I wasn't done exploring her yet.
I wanted to push her limits, to take her to places she'd never been before. I wanted to own her, body and soul.
I reached around and unhooked her bra, her tits spilling out, heavy and full. Her nipples were hard, dark pink and erect, begging for my mouth. I palmed one, feeling the weight of it in my hand, and pinched the nipple, hard. She gasped, her body arching into my touch.
"Weston," she moaned, her voice filled with need.
"Please, touch me."
I chuckled, my hand still squeezing her tit, my thumb rubbing circles around her nipple. "Touch you where, Sarah? Here?" I asked, pinching her nipple again, making her gasp. "Or maybe here?" I said, sliding my hand down her stomach, my fingers brushing against her pubic hair.
She whimpered, her body arching into my touch. "Yes," she hissed. "Please, touch my pussy." Sarah's voice was barely a whisper, her body trembling with anticipation. I could see the way her muscles tensed, her pussy clenching in anticipation of my touch.
I smirked, my hand still resting on her stomach, my fingers brushing against her pubic hair. "Your pussy, huh? You want me to touch your tight little cunt, Sarah?"
She nodded, her head dropping down, her blonde curls cascading around her shoulders. "Yes," she whimpered.
"Please, touch my pussy."
I chuckled, my hand moving slowly down her stomach, my fingers brushing against her soft skin. I could feel her muscles tensing beneath my touch, her body arching towards me, eager for more.
"Patience, Sarah," I murmured, my voice low and commanding. "I want to enjoy this."
I reached the top of her mound, my fingers brushing against her pubic hair. She was neatly trimmed, her pussy lips peeking out from beneath the soft curls. I could see her clit, hard and swollen, begging for my touch.
I ran my finger along her slit, feeling the wet heat, her body arching into my touch.
"Look at this pretty little clit, Sarah," I teased, running my finger over the hard nub. "It's all swollen and ready for my mouth. You want to feel my tongue on it, don't you?"
She moaned, her head dropping down, her blonde curls hiding her face.
I needed to be inside her, to claim her, to fill her with my seed. I needed to impregnate her.
I grabbed her hips, my fingers digging into the soft flesh, and positioned myself at her entrance. She was soaking wet, her pussy lips parting easily to accommodate me. I pushed in, feeling her tightness wrap around me, her muscles clenching as I filled her.
"Fuck, Sarah," I groaned, my voice strained with effort. "You're so fucking tight."
She let out a soft whimper, her body tensing as I bottomed out inside her. I could feel her pussy pulsing around me, her body adjusting to my size. I gave her a moment to get used to me, my cock throbbing inside her, eager to move.
I could feel her body trembling, her muscles clenching around me, as she adjusted to my size. She was so fucking tight, her pussy gripping me like a vise, and I knew I wouldn't last long if I didn't get some control.
"Weston," she whimpered, her voice filled with a mix of pleasure and pain. "You're so big."
I smirked, my hands tightening on her hips. "And you're so fucking tight, Sarah. But you can take it, can't you?
Every fucking inch of me." I growled, pulling back slightly before slamming into her again, making her gasp. "Yes," she panted, her body arching into mine. "I can take it. Give it to me, Weston." I grinned, loving her eagerness. I began to move, slowly at first, letting her feel every inch of my cock as I slid in and out of her tight pussy. Her moans filled the room, her body writhing beneath me as I picked up the pace, fucking her harder and harder.
I could feel her pussy tightening around me, her muscles clenching as she teetered on the edge of orgasm. I wanted to make her come, to feel her explode around my cock, but I also wanted to draw it out, to make her beg for release.
"Weston, please," she panted, her voice filled with desperation. "I'm so close." "What do you want, Sarah? Tell me."
She hesitated for a moment, her body tensing, and then she whispered, "I want to come.
Please, make me come."
I smirked, my fingers digging into her hips, my cock throbbing inside her. "Not yet, Sarah. Not until I say so."
She whimpered, her body arching into mine, her pussy clenching around my cock. "But I'm so close," she panted. "I can't hold back much longer."
I chuckled, my hand moving from her hip to her clit, my fingers brushing against the hard nub. "Oh, you'll hold back, Sarah.
You'll hold back until I say you can come," I growled, my fingers circling her clit, feeling the hard nub pulse with desire. I could feel her body tensing, her pussy clenching around my cock as she fought against her impending orgasm.
"Please, Weston," she begged, her voice filled with desperation. "I can't... I can't hold back much longer."
I smirked, my fingers still circling her clit, my cock throbbing inside her. "You can, and you will, Sarah.
You'll hold back until I say so, because this is my pussy now, understand?" I growled, my fingers moving faster against her clit, feeling her body tense beneath my touch. She let out a soft whimper, her head dropping down, her blonde curls hiding her face. "Yes," she panted, her voice filled with desperation. "It's your pussy, Weston. I'll hold back." I smirked, my cock throbbing inside her as I increased my pace, fucking her harder and harder.
I could feel her body tensing, her pussy clenching around me as she fought against her impending orgasm. But I was in control, and I wanted to draw this out, to make her beg for release.
I chuckled, my fingers still circling her clit, my cock slamming into her. "You can, and you will, Sarah.
I smirked, my cock throbbing inside her as I increased my pace, fucking her harder and harder.
I wanted to fill her, to claim her, to mark her as mine. I wanted to impregnate her, to leave my seed inside her womb, to create a new life within her. I fucked her rough, my hips slamming into her ass, my cock burying itself deep inside her. I could feel her body tensing, her pussy clenching around me, but I didn't care. I was on a mission, and I wasn't going to stop until I'd achieved my goal. "What are you doing? You're hurting me." I growled, my fingers digging into her hips, my cock plunging into her. "I'm fucking you, Sarah. I'm fucking you hard, like you've never been fucked before. And you're going to take it, because you're mine now.
My fuck toy, my breeding slut." I could hear the crude words leaving my mouth, but I didn't care. I liked the way they sounded, the way they made Sarah's body tense and jerk beneath me. I could see the tears streaming down her face, her makeup smudged, her mascara running in black rivulets down her cheeks. But she wasn't telling me to stop. In fact, she was pushing back against me, her ass meeting my thrusts, her body begging for more.
Her tits bounced with each slap of our flesh, her nipples hard and erect, begging for my mouth.
I leaned down, capturing one in my teeth, biting down until she yelped. I could taste the salt of her sweat, the sweetness of her perfume, and the tang of her arousal. I lapped at her nipple, soothing the sting, before moving to the other, giving it the same treatment.
"Weston, please," she panted, her body writhing beneath me. I can't take much more."
I pulled back, grinning at her. "You can take it, Sarah.
You can take everything I give you," I said, my voice laced with dominance. I grabbed her hips, my fingers digging into her soft flesh, and slammed into her again, making her cry out. "Yes, Weston," she whimpered, her body arching into mine. I can take all of you."
I smirked, my cock throbbing inside her. She was fucking perfect, her body responding to my every command, her pussy clenching around me, begging for my cum. I wanted to fill her, to breed her, to mark her as mine.
I grabbed her hips, my fingers digging into her soft flesh, and pounded into her, my cock slamming against her cervix with each thrust. Her pussy was soaked, her juices coating my cock, dripping down my balls, and onto the bed. The scent of her arousal filled the room, a musky, sweet perfume that made my cock throb with need.
I could see her tits bouncing with each thrust, her nipples hard and erect, begging for my mouth.
"I can't take much more." Sarah panted, her body trembling, her hands clenching the sheets beneath her. Her blonde curls were stuck to her forehead, and her green eyes were glazed over with lust and exhaustion. Her tits heaved with each ragged breath, her nipples erect and begging for my mouth. Her pussy was a mess, coated in her juices and my saliva, swollen and red from my relentless fucking. I could see her clit, hard and engorged, peeking out from its hood, desperate for release.
I reached down, my fingers finding the sensitive nub, and rubbed it in tight circles, feeling her body tense and shake beneath me.
"Oh God, Weston," she moaned, her voice filled with desperation. "Then don't, Sarah. Come for me. Show me how much you love my cock inside you."
Her body shook, her pussy clenching around me as she let out a loud cry, her orgasm ripping through her.
I could feel her pussy pulsing, her muscles contracting as she came, her juices gushing out, coating my cock, and dripping down my balls. I grunted, my cock throbbing inside her, my own orgasm building. I wasn't going to last much longer. Her tits bounced, her nipples hard and erect, begging for my mouth. I leaned down, capturing one in my teeth, biting down as I fucked her, making her scream.
I could feel her pussy clenching around me, her body tensing as she approached another orgasm. I wanted to fill her, to make her mine completely.
"Weston, please," she gasped, her tits bouncing with each thrust. I can't take anymore."
I smirked, my fingers digging into her hips.
You can take every fucking drop of my cum." I growled, my cock throbbing inside her. I was close, so fucking close, and I wanted to fill her, to claim her, to breed her. I wanted to see my cum dripping out of her swollen pussy, a testament to my dominance, my power over her.
I reached around, my hand finding her clit, and rubbed it in tight circles, feeling her body tense and shake beneath me. "Come for me, Sarah," I commanded, my voice laced with dominance.
"Come all over my cock, you little slut." I could feel her body tensing, her pussy clenching around me as she did as she was told, her orgasm ripping through her. I grunted, my cock throbbing inside her, my own release building.
I looked down at her body, her tits bouncing with each thrust, her nipples hard and erect, begging for my mouth. Her stomach was flat, her hips curved, and her pussy... fuck, her pussy was a mess.
Stretched wide around my thick cock, her lips swollen and red, glistening with our combined juices. My balls slapped against her clit with each thrust, the sound of our flesh meeting filling the room, mingling with our moans and grunts. I could feel her legs trembling, her body weak from the multiple orgasms I'd wrung out of her. But I wasn't done yet. I wanted to fill her, to leave my mark inside her.
"Weston, please," she whimpered, her voice hoarse from screaming.
I can't come again."
I sneered, my hips slapping against her ass, my cock driving into her like a piston. "You will, Sarah. You'll come again and again until I say you've had enough."
Her body convulsed, her pussy clenching around me as another orgasm tore through her. I could feel her juices gushing out, coating my cock, and dripping down my balls. I grunted, my own release building, my balls tightening.
I wanted to see her filled with my cum, to know that my seed was inside her, breeding her.
I wanted to mark her as mine, to make sure she knew she belonged to me now. I could feel my orgasm building, my balls tightening, my cock throbbing inside her.
"Fuck, Sarah," I growled, my fingers digging into her hips, my cock slamming into her. "I'm going to fill you up. I'm going to breed you, you little slut."
She moaned, her body shaking, her pussy clenching around me. "Yes, Weston," she panted. "Fill me up. Breed me."
Her words sent me over the edge.
With a final, powerful thrust, I buried myself deep inside her, my cock pulsing as I released my seed. I could feel it filling her, hot and thick, coating her insides, marking her as mine. Her pussy clenched around me, milking me for every last drop, her body shuddering as she came again, her orgasm matching mine in intensity.
I collapsed on top of her, my body slick with sweat, my breath ragged. She lay beneath me, her body limp, her eyes closed, a small smile playing on her lips.
I could feel her heart racing, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. I stayed inside her, my cock still semi-hard, pulsing with the aftershocks of my orgasm. I wanted to fill her completely, to make sure every drop of my cum was inside her.
I rolled off her, my cock slipping out of her pussy with a wet sound. I looked down at her, taking in her sated, satisfied expression. Her blonde curls were stuck to her forehead, her green eyes were closed, and her tits rose and fell with each breath she took.
Her pussy was a mess, coated in our combined juices, her lips swollen and red from my relentless fucking. I could see my cum leaking out of her, dripping down her ass crack, and onto the bed. The sight made my cock twitch, eager for more.
I reached down, running a finger through the mess, collecting a mixture of her juices and my cum. I brought it to her lips, painting them with our combined essence. "Taste us, Sarah," I commanded, my voice low and dominant. Her eyes fluttered open, her tongue darting out to lick her lips.
She tasted us, her eyes widening slightly at the salty, musky flavor. A small moan escaped her lips, her body arching slightly, her nipples hardening. I smiled, my cock twitching at her response.
"Good girl," I murmured, my hand moving from her lips to her chin, tilting her head up so she was looking at me. "You taste so fucking good, Sarah. Almost as good as you feel wrapped around my cock."
She blushed, her eyes lowering, her body squirming slightly.
I could see the redness spreading across her chest, her tits flushing a deep pink, her nipples hardening. Fuck, she was gorgeous. I wanted to devour her, to mark every inch of her body with my mouth, my hands, my cock.
I leaned down, my lips capturing hers in a searing kiss. I could taste myself on her, the salty musk of our combined juices, and it only served to make me harder.
I wanted more, needed more. I couldn't get enough of her, her body, her taste, her surrender. I pushed her back onto the bed, her blonde curls fanning out around her, her green eyes wide with surprise and desire. I climbed on top of her, my knees straddling her hips, my cock throbbing inches from her face.
"Open your mouth, Sarah," I commanded, my voice rough with desire. She hesitated for a moment, her eyes flicking up to meet mine, before she slowly parted her lips, her tongue darting out to wet them.
I smirked, my cock throbbing at the sight. She was so fucking eager, so ready to please me, and it only served to make me harder.
I grabbed my cock, my fist wrapping around the thick shaft, and guided it to her mouth. "Suck it, Sarah," I growled, my voice laced with dominance. "Show me how much you love my cock."
She opened her mouth wider, her tongue reaching out to lick the bead of pre-cum from the tip. I groaned, my hips bucking forward, my cock sliding into her warm, wet mouth.