"This pussy is the best…!" he growled, his voice thick with lust and restraint, his hips snapping against her with unrelenting force. The internal battle raged in his mind—pull out or let go.
"Yessss!~ Fuck this pussy, love! You're going to break me with that amazing cock!" Mariana screamed, her voice trembling as tears of pleasure streamed down her flushed cheeks.
Her nails raked down his broad shoulders, clinging to him with desperate intensity as their sweat-slicked bodies collided in an explosive rhythm.
' Damn, how is she even doing that? ' he thought, gritting his teeth as her tight walls squeezed him mercilessly, her nails carving lines into his back.
But there was no stopping now—not when her cries only spurred him on, his hips pounding into her harder and faster, claiming every inch of her.
"Agh! Nnngh! Shit!" Mariana gasped, her glazed-over eyes trailing down to her stomach.
The sight of the slight bulge from his monstrous cock made her shudder, her tears mixing with an expression of pure, unadulterated ecstasy. She was utterly wrecked, her body trembling under him as he stretched her beyond reason, her mind blanking out except for the overwhelming sensation of him filling her completely.
"Oh God! I can't—! You're too good!~" she sobbed, her voice cracking as every buried thought spilled out in a wave of embarrassing admissions. "So much better than my fingers… I'm so stupid for ever thinking they could compare!"
Her desperate confessions only fed Travis's fire. "Oh, you're mine now," he rumbled, his voice low and possessive. Her tight, clenching pussy milked him with every brutal thrust, her cries driving him to the edge as his hips picked up speed, pounding her into submission.
"Mariana…" he groaned, his voice raw, his pace frantic. "Agh, that's it—I'm cumming!"
Mariana's legs shot up, wrapping tightly around his muscular waist, locking him in place as her body surrendered to the animalistic passion between them.
"Yes! Do it! Fill me up, Travis! Give it all to me!" she cried, her nails digging into his back as her cunt spasmed violently around him, milking his cock as if her life depended on it.
Her body begged for him, and he gave her everything. With a primal roar, Travis buried himself to the hilt, his balls slapping against her ass as his cock pulsed deep within her womb. The first hot spurt of his release hit like a dam breaking, flooding her insides with thick, potent seed.
"Unghh! Take it all…" he growled, his lips crashing against hers as his hips twitched with every powerful shot. His tongue slid past her lips, deepening the kiss as he emptied himself into her, his body shuddering from the intensity.
Mariana's eyes rolled back, her mouth slack as the sheer volume of his cum filled her to the brim, her womb stretched to capacity with his viscous heat. The warmth spread through her, her body trembling as she clung to him.
' I'm completely full, ' she thought, her legs tightening around him, silently begging for more even as her body gave out beneath him.
The two collapsed into a mess of sweat and trembling limbs, their bodies still connected as the aftershocks rippled through them, their heavy breathing the only sound in the room.
"We're not done, right?" Mariana asked, her breath still heavy, her flushed face showing both exhaustion and anticipation.
Travis smirked, leaning in to brush his lips against hers before whispering, "Far from it."
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In a luxurious penthouse perched in the heart of the bustling city, the glass doors swung open, revealing a woman stepping inside. She moved with purpose, slipping off her blazer and heels the moment she crossed the threshold.
A soft meow caught her attention, and she glanced down to see her black-and-white chubby cat padding toward her. Her lips curved into a tired smile as she crouched to scoop the affectionate feline into her
arms.
"Hey there, Max. Missed me?"
This was Lyra—an effortlessly stunning blonde with sharp features and a commanding presence. Despite her composed exterior, her mind was racing as she carried Max to her bedroom. She had just returned from a grueling meeting, and the problem weighing on her shoulders was far from resolved.
Someone had breached their system, slipping through the cracks undetected, and no amount of internal resources had been able to trace them.
Her jaw tightened as she set Max down on the plush bed. 'I knew I should've partnered with a cybersecurity firm from the start. But those dumbass board members argued against it. Useless old fucks,' she thought bitterly, yanking off her jewelry and tossing it onto her vanity with a sharp clink.
As the frustration simmered in her chest, Lyra began removing the rest of her accessories, stripping away the remnants of her professional armor. The moment she was free of it all, she let out a slow breath, heading into the bathroom.
Her reflection stared back at her, and she grabbed a wipe, meticulously removing her makeup. Yet, even without it, her natural beauty remained untouched. Her clear skin, striking blue eyes, and full lips made her stand out effortlessly, a fact she rarely thought about but others never failed to notice.
The hot water of the shower cascaded over her body, washing away the stress of the day. She closed her eyes, letting the steam fill her lungs and ease the tension in her muscles. For a moment, the world outside her penthouse faded away, leaving only the sound of the water and her steady breaths.
Lyra knew she had decisions to make, but for now, she allowed herself this brief escape, standing under the stream as the heat seeped into her skin.
' Tomorrow , I'll figure it all out.'
Standing naked in the bathroom, Lyra glanced toward the door when she heard a gentle thud. She smirked as Max, her persistent black-and-white cat, pawed at the door as though asking for entry.
"You just can't let me have a moment, can you?" she murmured, chuckling softly. Despite her words, her smile lingered.
Max is the only thing that brings me happiness, she thought, her chest tightening with a bittersweet feeling.
As she wrapped a towel around herself, her mind drifted to Travis. The memory of his touch, his voice, and the way he'd taken control flashed vividly. Her smile faltered, replaced by a slight frown.
' I should've brought him back with me,' she mused, biting her lip. The thought of him was intoxicating, even now.
TO BE CONTINUED