Chapter 2

Amber lounged on the bungalow’s plush couch, her long, straight blonde hair fanned out over the cushions, when her phone buzzed with a text from the hotel staff: “Tyrell has arrived at the resort.” She jolted upright, her bitchy impatience—finally, let’s get this over with—morphing into a flurry of action. “Mia, get the camera ready,” she snapped, hurrying to the full-length mirror by the glass wall.

She preened, adjusting her white crochet bikini top to lift her C-cup breasts higher, the strings digging into her tanned shoulders, and tugged her sheer sarong skirt to show more thigh, the thong beneath a teasing shadow. Her blue eyes sparkled with glossed-over vanity, her pouty lips pursed as she brushed her hair with her hand, perfecting the sexy-but-sweet look her million followers adored. “I better look hot as fuck,” she muttered, Mia nodding silently, already prepping the phone.

At a nod from Amber, Mia switched on the livestream, Amber’s face blooming into a fake, giddy smile. “Hey, lovelies!” she chirped, voice high and bubbly, faking a schoolgirl-with-a-crush vibe. “Oh my gosh, you guys, Tyrell’s here at the resort—he’ll be with me any second! I’m, like, so excited!” She giggled, brushing her hair again, a nervous tic, and grabbed the chilled champagne bottle from the bucket. She poured two glasses, the fizz bubbling over her fingers, and set them on the glass coffee table with a flirty wink at the camera. “Gotta set the mood, right?” She struck a sexy pose on the couch—legs crossed, sarong slipping to reveal her thong, one arm propped to push her tits out—waiting, her heart thudding despite her scoffing bravado.

It wasn’t long before the bungalow door swung open, and Tyrell strode in, his presence a sledgehammer to her curated calm. At 6’4”, he was a wall of muscle—broad chest, bulging shoulders, and thick arms straining a tight black tank top, low-slung jeans hinting at the obscene bulge beneath. His dark skin gleamed under the villa’s soft lights, his rugged street edge cutting through the resort’s polish like a blade.

Mia snapped the camera to him, panning up his towering frame, then back to Amber, whose sweet act faltered. Her breath caught, her wide blue eyes struck by his sheer size, his grin a predator’s as he plopped right next to her on the couch, close enough that his thigh pressed hers. “Damn, you’re one sexy little bitch,” he said, voice low and gruff, his arm sprawling across the backrest, looming over her.

Amber’s facade cracked, her intimidation spiking as his huge, muscular body dwarfed her. She forced a smile, stammering, “Uh, hi! We should—um—have some champagne first, yeah?” Her voice quavered, her eyes darting to the glasses, fear flickering behind her sweet mask.

Tyrell smirked, leaning closer, his breath hot on her cheek. “Why bother, princess? You’re already wet for me.”

She blushed, a deep pink flooding her tan cheeks, and stammered a denial, “N-no, I’m not...”

He cut her off, “Don’t lie, I can smell it,” his tone cocky as he grabbed her head with one massive hand, pulling her in. His lips crashed onto hers, firm and demanding, and she whimpered in protest, her hands pushing weakly at his chest. He ignored her, thrusting his tongue into her mouth, aggressive and claiming, his other hand seizing one tit through her bikini top, squeezing hard. She moaned, a raw sound that slipped out despite her, her nipple stiffening under his grip.

He pulled back, grinning as she gasped, her lipstick smeared. “See? Horny as fuck,” he taunted, and she shook her head, begging,

“Slow—slow down, please,” her voice trembling.

He didn’t—his hand slid to her ass, squeezing the firm curve through her sarong, then back to her tits, playing with them, pinching her nipples until she moaned again, lust overtaking her fear. “Told you, you’re dripping,” he said, and before she could argue, his hand slipped under her sarong, fingers brushing her thong aside.

She tensed, a sharp inhale, as he pushed two thick fingers into her pussy, slow and teasing, curling them inside her slick heat. She shuddered, her hips twitching, trying to hump his hand, desperate for more speed. “Please,” she whined, her denial gone.

He chuckled, “Knew it, you little slut,” finger-fucking her deliberately, dragging it out as she moaned louder, her body betraying her on the livestream, Mia’s camera catching every squirm, every sound.

Amber’s protests melted under Tyrell’s grip, his massive hands roaming her body with a roughness that sent shivers through her. His fingers still teased her pussy, slow and deliberate, but now he manhandled her harder, one hand sliding up to grope her tits through the crochet bikini top, squeezing until her nipples poked against the fabric.

She moaned, her resolve cracking, and kissed him back, her pouty lips pressing into his, tentative at first, then hungry, her tongue meeting his aggressive thrusts. His other hand gripped her ass, kneading the firm flesh through her sarong, pulling her closer until her curvy body pressed against his muscular frame. She shuddered, lust overtaking her fear, her long blonde hair tangling as she leaned into him, oblivious to Mia’s camera still rolling, its lens capturing every whimper.

Tyrell grinned against her mouth, breaking the kiss to yank at her bikini top’s strings. The white crochet fabric fell away, her breasts bouncing free, tan lines framing her stiff, pink nipples. He didn’t hesitate—his head dipped, his lips closing around one tit, sucking hard as she arched into him, a sharp moan spilling out. His tongue flicked her nipple, wet and hot, then his teeth grazed it, a gentle bite that made her shriek with pleasure, her hands clutching his broad shoulders. He pulled the nipple with his teeth, stretching it out, then let it snap back, the bounce drawing another cry from her lips. “Fuck, you’re horny for this,” he taunted, his voice a low rumble, and she couldn’t deny it, her pussy dripping onto his fingers, her hips humping eagerly against his hand.

He switched to her other tit, sucking and biting, his free hand still groping her ass, slapping it once, the sting making her gasp. Amber’s head tilted back, her straight blonde hair spilling over the couch, her blue eyes half-lidded as pleasure drowned her senses. Mia panned the camera, zooming in on Tyrell’s mouth working her chest, then down to where his hand moved under her sarong, slipping a third thick finger into her pussy. The stretch tore a deep groan from her throat, her slick walls clenching around him as he pumped slow and teasing, curling his fingers to hit her spot. “Look at you, white girl, soakin’ my hand,” he mocked, his racial jab cutting through her haze, and she moaned louder, too lost to care, her body trembling under his masculine power.

Her climax hit fast, a shuddering wave that buckled her knees, her pussy spasming around his fingers as she clung to his muscular arms, nails digging into his dark skin. “Oh God, oh fuck,” she gasped, her voice raw, her orgasm overwhelming as his presence—huge, commanding—swamped her.

Tyrell pulled his hand free, her juices glistening on his fingers, and smirked, wiping them on her thigh. “Time for the real shit,” he said, leaning back, his jeans tight with the bulge of his cock. He grabbed her wrist, guiding her shaky hand to his fly. “Take it out, bitch—stroke it.” She obeyed, awed as she unzipped him, his massive black cock springing free—thick, veined, a throbbing girth that made her eyes widen, her breath hitch. Her fingers wrapped around it, barely circling its size, stroking slow as she marveled, intimidated but entranced.

“Big, huh?” he taunted, watching her stroke him, her tan hand a stark contrast against his dark shaft. “Suck it.”

She froze, her sweet facade long gone, fear flickering back. “It’s—too big,” she stammered, her voice small, but he just chuckled, grabbing her head with one hand, his fingers tangling in her straight blonde hair.

“You’ll take it,” he growled, pushing her down, forcing the fat head of his cock past her lips. She whimpered, her mouth stretching wide, the taste of him—salty, musky—filling her as he thrust shallowly, claiming her. Her hands pressed against his thighs, a weak protest, but her moans betrayed her need, her pussy clenching empty as he held her there, her lips wrapped tight around his girth.

Tyrell’s grip tightened, guiding her deeper, his cock sliding further into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat. She gagged, eyes watering, but he didn’t relent, thrusting slow, letting her adjust. “That’s it, white slut, suck that black dick,” he mocked, his racial taunts stoking her lust, her moans vibrating around him. She gave in, bobbing her head, tentative at first, then eager, her tongue swirling along the veiny underside as she took more, her gag reflex fading. Mia’s camera stayed steady, catching the drool on her chin, the way her cheeks hollowed, her straight blonde hair swinging with each move. Amber’s hands gripped his thighs now, steadying her as she sucked, her fear morphing into a perverse thrill, his size a challenge she couldn’t resist.

He groaned, low and rough, his cock throbbing in her mouth as she worked him, her lips stretched wide, her throat opening to take him deeper. “Fuck, you’re a natural,” he said, his hand still in her hair, guiding her pace, pushing her down until her nose brushed his pubic hair, his musk overwhelming. She moaned, needy, her pussy dripping onto the couch, her humping instinct unsatisfied as she bobbed faster, slurping wetly around his fat shaft. His taunts kept coming—”Horny little bitch, can’t get enough of this black dick”—and she didn’t deny it, her climax still echoing, her body aching for more. The livestream rolled on, Mia’s lens tight on the action, Amber’s million followers witnessing her descent, her sweet mask shattered by Tyrell’s dominance.

Tyrell leaned back, letting her suck, his grin wide as she lost herself in it, her head bobbing with a rhythm she couldn’t stop, her moans muffled by his cock. “Knew you’d be wet for me,” he said, his voice a smug drawl, “all you white girls are the same—beggin’ for this black thug shit.” She whimpered, her lust a roaring fire, her hands stroking what her mouth couldn’t take, awed by his girth, his power. Mia zoomed out, framing them—Amber’s tan body, her tits bouncing free, her sarong hiked up, and Tyrell’s muscular bulk, his cock disappearing into her mouth. The camera didn’t waver, the live feed humming with comments Amber couldn’t see, her world narrowed to the man owning her, her bitchy pride drowned in need.

Amber’s lips stretched tight around Tyrell’s massive black cock, her head bobbing as she sucked, her moans muffled by his throbbing girth. His grip tightened in her long, straight blonde hair, and he grunted, low and rough, his hips jerking as he came, flooding her mouth with thick, hot cum. The volume overwhelmed her—she tried to swallow, gulping desperately, but some dribbled past her lips, a sticky white trail spilling down her chin. She gasped, pulling back, her blue eyes wide as she wiped her mouth, the taste salty and potent on her tongue. Tyrell chuckled, a deep rumble, smacking her ass hard with an open hand, the sting drawing a squeal from her throat. “You’ll get better at that, white girl,” he taunted, his voice dripping with smugness, and she blushed, her gaze dropping to his cock—still steel-hard, throbbing, dribbling pre-cum already, a marvel that left her awed.