Chapter 5

Amber perched on Tyrell’s leather couch in his L.A. penthouse, the city lights a faint glow through the glass walls, her long, straight blonde hair fanning out as she propped her phone on the coffee table. Tyrell sprawled beside her, eyes glued to a basketball game on the flatscreen, the crowd’s roar a low hum as she hit record, her sweet face blooming for her selfie camera.

“Hey, lovelies!” she chirped, her pouty lips glistening with gloss, her skirt partially hiked up her tan thighs. “Okay, yeah, that club bathroom fuck with Tyrell? Totally happened—caught on cam, 2.5M views, and holy shit, it was awesome! His huge black cock wrecked me—bent me over the sink, pounded me ‘til I screamed, best ever. Ebony Ascent set us up, and you need this—download it now, use my code ‘AmberGlow’ for the hookup, ‘cause I’m getting commissions off you thirsty bitches!” She giggled, preening, brushing her hair with a flirty wink.

She leaned closer, her C-cup breasts straining the dress, her blue eyes sparkling as she kept going, high off her own hype. “I mean, Tyrell’s a god—fucks like an animal, stamina for days, and I’m the queen who gets it all. Ebony Ascent’s the future—500K users already, white girls like you dumping losers for real men, and I’m the face of it, living my best life. My vids are at 4M views—AmberGlow’s the baddest, and Tyrell’s my thug king, so sign up, lovelies, get that thug dick I’m hogging! I’m the hottest influencer out there, and this app’s my empire—join me, make me richer!”

She pouted, blowing a kiss, then ended the recording with a smug grin, posting it to Instagram—4M views projected, her clout and the app’s surge a perfect storm as she tossed her hair, basking in her own glow. The post uploaded, and Amber’s bitchiness flared, her high crashing as she spun on Tyrell, still zoned into the game. “You just sat there, you lazy fuck—not helping at all, what’s your problem?” she snapped, her voice sharp, segueing into more trivia. “And your sink’s full of dishes again—gross as hell—and your crew left beer cans everywhere last night, I’m not your maid!”

Tyrell’s eyes flicked to her, his jaw tightening, and he lunged, his hand cracking across her face—hard, a stinging slap that snapped her head back, her cheek blazing red. Her pussy shivered, a wet jolt soaking her thong, his violence a sledgehammer to her rant. He grabbed her expensive skirt—Gucci—and tore it off, the fabric ripping loud as he shoved her thighs apart, his thick fingers plunging into her tight pink pussy, curling rough inside her.

Amber shrieked, “That cost hundreds, you asshole!” her tan hands shoving at him, but he smacked her again, harder, her cheek throbbing as her pussy clenched around his fingers, her arousal betraying her rage.

“You live here, I take this pussy whenever I want—fuck your fancy shit, you cheap slut,” he growled, his voice mean, his fingers pumping deeper, stretching her slick walls.

She cursed back, “You’re such a prick—ruining my stuff!” her voice shrill as he ripped her silk blouse—hundreds more—tearing it open, her tits bouncing free, the fabric shredding under his hands.

He smirked, smacking her face again, “Keep bitchin’, see what happens,” and yanked his jeans down, his massive black cock springing out, hard and throbbing, her eyes widening despite her fury.

He shoved her back on the couch, pinning her under his 6’4” frame, his cock slamming into her pussy—deep, brutal, no tease, her shriek echoing over the game’s buzzer. “Fucking dick, you owe me a new outfit!” she yelled, her nails clawing his arms, but he smacked her ass raw, the sting making her moan, her pussy gushing around him as he pounded her like an animal.

“Shut up, you needy bitch—I don’t need you,” he taunted, his hips slamming, his cock stretching her wide. “Club gigs, brand deals, podcasts—bitches scream my name now, you’re just pussy.”

She cursed, “Fuck you, I’m the star!” her voice cracking as her first orgasm hit, a sharp wave that made her scream, her body trembling under his weight.

Tyrell fucked her harder, his massive cock driving balls-deep, the couch creaking as he tore into her, his hand cracking her cheek again—red, swollen now—her pussy clenching with every smack. “Asshole, you’re ruining me!” she whined, her second climax ripping through, her shrieks raw as she clawed his back, her tan legs shaking.

“Good—ruined’s all you’re worth,” he growled, smacking her ass, “I’m the king, you’re my slut—deal with it.”

She moaned, “You’re a bastard!” her voice hoarse, her tits bouncing as he pounded, the game’s crowd roaring ignored. Her third orgasm hit, her pussy spasming, her curses melting into gasps, his violence and cock owning her completely, her bitchiness a thin shield against her need.

He kept going, his thrusts savage, ripping what was left of her blouse—silk scraps on the floor—her screams spiking as he smacked her again, her face stinging, her pussy dripping. “Fucking jerk—hundreds wasted!” she spat, her fourth climax building, her body arching.

He taunted, “Cry more, bitch—I’m famous now, don’t need your whining ass.”

She glared, “You’re nothing without me!” her voice breaking as he slammed deeper, her pussy raw, her shrieks a mix of rage and lust. The TV blared a dunk, but he ignored it, his cock throbbing, her fifth orgasm crashing as she clawed the couch, “You prick, fuck you!” her defiance crumbling under his power, her body his to wreck.

Tyrell’s smacks grew erratic—her ass, her face, red and raw—his cock stretching her pussy, her bitching relentless between moans, “You owe me, you thug fuck!”

He laughed, “Owe you shit—bitches line up for this dick,” his thrusts brutal, her sixth climax tearing through, her screams hoarse as she shook, her tan skin slick with sweat.