Forbidden Fucktoys: a Son's Reign
Copyright© 2025 by Depraved_Angel
Chapter 17
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 17 - Dane Carver, a sixteen-year-old teenage stud with a chiseled physique and an eleven-inch cock, dominates the pussies in his world with steroid-fueled lust and brutal aggression, beginning with his gorgeous but ditzy mother and extending to his mother's friends, his teachers, and girls at his school.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft mt/Fa Coercion Consensual Reluctant Heterosexual Fiction School Cheating Incest Mother Son Rough Group Sex Anal Sex Oral Sex Tit-Fucking Teacher/Student
Gina Bennett’s heart thudded in her chest as she stepped onto the jetway, the cool air of the airport terminal giving way to the stale warmth of the boarding tunnel. Her glossy jet-black hair cascaded in waves over her shoulders, framing her olive-skinned face, where dark almond eyes flickered with nervous energy. At thirty-six, her five-foot-six, one-hundred-thirty-pound hourglass figure was a masterpiece of surgical precision, her new Double-E breast implants straining against the fabric of her outfit, as per Dane’s explicit orders. “Be sure to show those tits on the plane,” he’d ordered Gina and Lacey.
Gina wore a skintight emerald-green dress, the plunging neckline barely containing her massive tits, the hem riding high on her thighs, exposing long, toned legs perched on five-inch stilettos. Her makeup was bold—smoky eyeshadow, thick eyeliner, and glossy red lipstick that screamed seduction, her cheeks dusted with bronzer to enhance her Mediterranean glow. Every step made her implants jiggle, drawing stares from passersby, her body a walking advertisement for Dane’s control. She chewed her full lower lip, her mind racing with dread about hiding this Miami trip from her husband, Charles.
Beside her, Lacey Carver bubbled with excitement, her platinum blonde extensions bouncing as she practically skipped toward the plane. At thirty-two, Lacey’s five-foot-five, one-hundred-fifteen-pound frame was a dizzying blend of ditzy charm and raw sexuality, her own Double-E implants—to Dane’s specifications, just like Gina’s pair—jutting out like twin melons under a crimson halter dress that clung to her curves. The dress’s neckline dipped so low it barely covered her nipples, the fabric hugging her flat stomach and flaring hips, ending just below her ass, her tanned legs gleaming in strappy gold heels.
Her makeup was pure stripper fantasy: glittery pink eyeshadow, fake lashes that fluttered like butterfly wings, and glossy pink lipstick that made her full lips look wet and inviting. Her wide blue eyes sparkled with anticipation, oblivious to the taboo weight of their situation, her giggle echoing as she clutched Dane’s arm. “Oh my God, Big Daddy, I’ve never been to Miami! This is gonna be so much fun!” she chirped, her voice high and breathy, her body pressed against Dane’s muscular frame.
Dane Carver, sixteen and a towering six-foot-three, two-hundred-sixty-five-pound linebacker, strode ahead with predatory confidence, his dark brown hair cropped short, his green eyes glinting with arrogant control. His tight black T-shirt stretched over his chiseled pecs and biceps, his jeans hugging his thick thighs and the obscene bulge of his eleven-inch cock.
Dane’s presence dominated the jetway, his broad shoulders rolling with each step, his smirk promising trouble. Gina’s pussy clenched at the sight of him, her body betraying her feminist ideals as always, her shame at leaving Charles behind warring with the heat pooling between her thighs at simply being in Dane’s presence. She clutched her designer purse, her manicured nails digging into the leather, and muttered under her breath, “This is insane. Charles is going to find out. I can’t believe you’re making me do this, Dane.”
Dane spun on her, his massive hand cracking against her ass with a loud smack that echoed in the tunnel, making Gina gasp, her cheeks flushing as a passing businessman gawked. “Fucking behave, Gina,” he growled, his deep voice dripping with command, his eyes locking onto hers with a mix of menace and promise. “Do as you’re told, and everything’ll be fine.” His words sent a jolt through her core, her pussy clenching harder, her thighs pressing together as she fought the urge to moan. She hated how his dominance melted her resolve, how her body craved his control despite the risk to her marriage.
“Yes, Dane,” she whispered, her voice trembling, her eyes dropping to the floor as her arousal drowned her protests. Lacey giggled, oblivious to Gina’s turmoil, and tugged at Dane’s arm. “Come on, Big Daddy, let’s get on the plane! I want champagne!” she squealed, her implants bouncing as she bounced on her heels, drawing more stares from the boarding crowd.
At the aircraft door, they were greeted by the first-class flight attendant, whose nametag read “Chloe” and whose beauty hit Gina like a punch to the gut. Chloe was a twenty-five-year-old blonde goddess, her five-foot-seven frame sculpted and tanned, her full C-cup breasts straining against her fitted navy uniform, the short skirt showcasing long, lean legs in sheer stockings.
Her golden hair was pulled into a sleek bun, her green eyes sparkling with professional charm, but her glossy pink lips curved into a flirty smile as she locked eyes with Dane. “Welcome aboard, sir,” she purred, her voice smooth as honey, her gaze lingering on Dane’s chiseled jaw and broad chest. “I’m Chloe, and I’ll be taking care of you today.”
Dane’s smirk widened, his eyes raking over Chloe’s body, lingering on her tits and the curve of her ass under the tight skirt. “Oh, you’ll take care of me, alright,” he said, his tone low and suggestive, making Chloe’s cheeks flush pink as she bit her lip.
Gina’s stomach twisted with jealousy, her eyes narrowing as Dane’s hand brushed Chloe’s arm while handing over his boarding pass. Lacey pouted as well, her glossy lips pursing, but her excitement quickly overrode her annoyance. “Wow, this is so fancy!” she gushed, stepping into the first-class cabin, her hips swaying, her dress riding up to flash her thong.
The first-class cabin was a cocoon of luxury, with wide leather seats arranged in pairs, each with plush armrests and personal screens. Soft ambient lighting bathed the space in a warm glow, and the scent of lavender lingered from the air fresheners. Chloe ushered them to their seats—Dane and Lacey in one row, Gina across the aisle, her seat facing Dane’s so she could watch his every move. Gina’s dress rode up as she sat, exposing her lacy black thong, and she tugged at the hem, her face burning as a nearby passenger, a middle-aged man in a suit, stared openly at her thighs. Dane caught the man’s gaze and shot him a glare so menacing the guy quickly buried his nose in a magazine.
Chloe appeared with a tray of champagne flutes, her hips swaying as she leaned over Dane’s seat, her cleavage inches from his face. “Complimentary champagne, sir?” she asked, her voice teasing, her eyes locked on his.
Dane took a glass, his fingers grazing hers deliberately, his smirk pure predator. “Keep ‘em coming, sweetheart,” he said, his voice a low rumble, making Chloe giggle softly. Gina’s nails dug into her armrest, her pussy throbbing despite her irritation at Dane’s blatant flirting.
Lacey sipped her champagne, her eyes wide with delight. “Oh my God, this is so good! Big Daddy, isn’t this amazing?” she chirped, leaning into him, her implants pressing against his arm.
“It’s all right,” Dane said, his tone dismissive, his eyes still on Chloe’s ass as she moved to the next passenger.
Gina leaned forward, her voice sharp but low. “Dane, you’re being obvious. Can you at least pretend you’re here with us?” she hissed, her lip caught between her teeth, her nerves fraying at the thought of Charles somehow hearing about this trip.
Dane’s head snapped toward her, his eyes narrowing. “Watch your tone, slut,” he said, his voice cold, his hand reaching across the aisle to grab her wrist, squeezing hard enough to make her wince. “You’re here because I want you here. Don’t forget who’s in charge.”
His grip tightened, and Gina’s breath hitched, her pussy clenching again, her body betraying her anger with a rush of heat. “Yes, Dane,” she murmured, her voice submissive, her eyes dropping to her lap as he released her.
Chloe returned with a tray of gourmet appetizers—mini crab cakes, smoked salmon canapés, and truffle-infused bruschetta. She leaned over Dane again, her skirt riding up to reveal a hint of her garter belt, and Gina’s jaw clenched as Dane’s hand brushed Chloe’s thigh, his fingers lingering just long enough to make the attendant’s breath catch. “You’re too good at this job, Chloe,” Dane said, his voice dripping with charm, his eyes locked on hers. “Bet you make every flight ... memorable.”
Chloe laughed, a throaty sound, and tucked a stray blonde strand behind her ear. “I try, Mr. Carver,” she said, her smile coy, her hips swaying as she moved to serve Lacey. Gina’s fingers tightened around her champagne flute, her mind screaming at Dane’s audacity, but her body hummed with arousal at his brazen dominance.
Lacey, oblivious, popped a crab cake into her mouth, moaning dramatically. “Oh my God, this is, like, the best food ever!” she squealed, her lips glistening with butter, drawing Dane’s amused glance.
As the plane taxied and took off, the first-class service continued, Chloe delivering warm towels and more champagne, her every move drawing Dane’s predatory stare. Gina tried to focus on the view of the clouds outside, but her eyes kept drifting to Dane, his massive frame sprawled in his seat, his thick fingers drumming on the armrest, his bulge obvious even through his jeans. Her pussy ached, her mind torn between jealousy and the humiliating thrill of his control.
Lacey chattered nonstop, her bubbly voice filling the cabin. “Big Daddy, are we gonna hit the beach first? Or maybe a club? I wanna dance!” she said, her hands clapping, her implants jiggling with every bounce.
“Whatever I decide, babygirl,” Dane said, his tone indulgent but firm, his hand patting Lacey’s thigh, his fingers slipping under her dress to graze her thong. Lacey giggled, squirming in her seat, her cheeks flushing. Gina’s stomach churned, but her pussy throbbed, her body craving the same attention even as she hated herself for it.
Half an hour into the flight, Chloe was back, leaning over to adjust Dane’s tray table, her ass inches from his face. Dane’s hand moved like lightning, cupping her firm cheek through her skirt, giving it a quick squeeze before she straightened up, gasping softly but not pulling away. “Careful, Chloe,” Dane said, his voice low and teasing, “you’re gonna make me want more than champagne.”
Chloe’s cheeks flushed, but her smile didn’t falter, her eyes glinting with intrigue as she murmured, “I’ll keep that in mind, sir,” before serving Dane another drink.
Gina’s nails dug into her palms, her jealousy spiking, but before she could say anything, a gruff voice interrupted from across the cabin. A balding man in his fifties, seated a few rows back, snapped, “Hey, miss, some of us need service too! Stop flirting and do your job!” His tone was sharp, his face red with irritation.
Dane’s head whipped around, his green eyes blazing with menace. He stood, his massive frame filling the aisle, his voice a low growl that silenced the cabin. “You got a problem, old man? Keep your fucking mouth shut, or I’ll beat the shit out of you right here.”
The man froze, his eyes wide with fear, his hands raising in surrender as he shrank back into his seat, muttering, “Sorry, sorry, forget it.”
Dane smirked, his dominance unchallenged, and sat back down, his hand returning to Lacey’s thigh, squeezing it possessively. Chloe, unfazed, shot Dane a grateful look, her lips parting slightly as she resumed her duties, her hips swaying with extra intent. Gina’s heart raced, her pussy soaking her thong at Dane’s raw power, her mind screaming at her to resist even as her body surrendered. “Dane, you can’t just threaten people,” she whispered, her voice shaky, her eyes pleading.
He leaned across the aisle, his face inches from hers, his breath hot on her cheek. “I can do what I want, Gina,” he said, his voice a dangerous purr. “And you fucking love it. Don’t pretend your pussy isn’t wet right now.” Gina’s breath caught, her face burning as she nodded meekly, unable to deny the truth in his words.
The flight continued, Chloe serving a gourmet meal of seared scallops, filet mignon, and chocolate mousse, her every move drawing Dane’s attention. She lingered by Dane’s seat, laughing at his crude jokes, her hand brushing his shoulder as she refilled his drink. Lacey ate with gusto, her moans of pleasure at the food almost sexual, her tongue licking chocolate from her spoon in a way that made Gina’s pussy clench with envy. “This is, like, better than sex!” Lacey giggled, then caught Dane’s eye and added, “Well, almost, Big Daddy.”
Dane chuckled, his hand sliding higher up Lacey’s thigh, his fingers disappearing under her dress. “You’re gonna get better than this in Miami, babygirl,” he said, his voice thick with promise, making Lacey squeal and Gina’s core tighten with anticipation and dread.
Chloe returned, clearing their plates, her eyes locked on Dane’s, her smile inviting. “Anything else I can do for you, sir?” she asked, her voice dripping with suggestion.
Dane’s smirk was pure sin. “Oh, I’ve got some ideas, Chloe,” he said, his hand grazing her hip as she leaned over, making her giggle again. Gina’s jealousy flared, but her pussy throbbed, her body aching for Dane’s touch even as she hated his attention on another woman. The cabin lights dimmed for the rest of the five-hour flight, and Gina leaned back, her mind a whirlwind of fear, arousal, and submission, knowing Miami would only deepen Dane’s control over her and Lacey, her body already craving the rough pleasure only he could deliver.
Dane leaned back in his plush first-class seat, his massive six-foot-three, two-hundred-sixty-five-pound frame dominating the space, his tight black T-shirt straining over his chiseled pecs and biceps. His dark brown hair was cropped short, his predatory green eyes glinting with restless hunger as he scanned the cabin. His cock throbbed in his jeans, the eleven-inch monster aching for action, the confined space of the plane only fueling his need to dominate.
Across the aisle, Gina stared blankly at her in-seat TV, her glossy jet-black hair framing her olive-skinned face, her Double-E tits barely contained by her skintight emerald-green dress. Her full lips, painted glossy red, were caught between her teeth, her nervous energy palpable as she fretted about her husband, Charles. Dane smirked, knowing her pussy was probably soaked just from his presence, her feminist facade crumbling under his control.
Next to him, Lacey was glued to her own screen, her platinum blonde extensions spilling over her shoulders, her crimson halter dress riding up to flash her thong as she shifted in her seat. Her Double-E implants jutted out like ripe melons, her glittery pink eyeshadow and fake lashes making her look like a porn star playing a ditzy cheerleader. She giggled at some rom-com on the screen, her wide blue eyes sparkling, oblivious to the taboo weight of their Miami trip. “Oh my God, Big Daddy, this movie’s so cute!” she chirped, her voice high and breathy, her implants jiggling as she bounced in her seat. Dane’s hand rested on her thigh, his fingers grazing her thong under the dress, her skin warm and soft, but his attention was elsewhere.
Up in the galley, Chloe, the twenty-five-year-old flight attendant, was busy preparing desserts for the first-class passengers. Her five-foot-seven frame was a vision of sculpted perfection, her navy uniform clinging to her full C-cup breasts, the short skirt showcasing long, lean legs in sheer stockings. Her golden blonde hair was pulled into a sleek bun, a few loose strands framing her heart-shaped face, her green eyes focused on the tray of chocolate mousse and fruit tarts.
Dane’s cock twitched at the sight of her firm ass swaying as she worked, the tight skirt outlining every curve. He grinned, his mind already picturing her on her knees, her glossy pink lips wrapped around his shaft. No time like the present. He stood, his massive frame casting a shadow over the cabin, and strode toward the galley, his jeans doing little to hide the obscene bulge of his cock.
As he reached the galley, Dane pulled the thin curtain closed behind him, the flimsy fabric shielding them from the passengers’ view. The small space was cramped, filled with the scent of coffee and sugar, the hum of the plane’s engines a low backdrop. Chloe stood at the counter, her back to him, arranging desserts with precise movements. Dane’s hand shot out, cupping her firm ass through her skirt, his thick fingers digging into the soft flesh.
Chloe gasped, standing bolt upright, her body tensing as she spun to face him, her green eyes wide with shock. “Oh!” she yelped, her tray clattering softly as she steadied it, her cheeks flushing pink. “You shouldn’t be here, Mr. Carver,” she said, her voice playful but firm, her lips curving into a nervous smile. “This area’s for flight attendants only.”
Dane chuckled, a low, predatory rumble, his green eyes locked on hers, his massive frame crowding her against the counter. “Relax, sweetheart,” he said, his voice dripping with cocky charm, his hand still on her ass, squeezing harder. “I just wanted a closer look at you.” His other hand slid up her side, tracing the curve of her waist through the fitted uniform, his fingers brushing the underside of her tits.
Chloe’s breath hitched, her breasts heaving under the navy fabric, her nipples hardening visibly through her blouse. “Sir, please,” she said, her voice trembling and shaky, “I can’t do this. It’s against regulations.” But her eyes betrayed a flicker of intrigue, her lips parting as Dane’s hand slid higher, cupping her breast, his thumb grazing her nipple through the fabric.
“Fuck regulations,” Dane growled, his hand sliding under her skirt, his fingers finding the edge of her panties. “My cock needs to get wet now, Chloe.” His crudeness made her gasp, her cheeks flushing redder, her breasts heaving faster as he rubbed her pussy through the thin fabric.
“No, please,” she whispered, her hands pushing at his chest, but Dane’s strength was overwhelming, his body pinning her against the galley wall. “I could get fired,” she protested, her voice trembling, but her hips twitched as his fingers stroked her, the panties growing damp under his touch.
“You’re already wet for me,” Dane taunted, his voice a low snarl, his fingers slipping past the panties to find her pussy, still dry but warming under his touch. He pinched her nipple through her blouse, twisting hard enough to make her whimper, her eyes fluttering shut.
“Stop, please,” she begged, but her body betrayed her, her pussy slicking as he worked his finger inside her, the tight walls clenching around him. Dane grinned, his cock throbbing harder, his free hand guiding hers to the massive bulge in his jeans. “Feel that,” he said, his voice thick with dominance. “You know you want it.”
Chloe’s fingers closed around his cock through the fabric, her gasp audible as she felt its size, her eyes widening in shock. “Oh my God,” she whispered, her hand squeezing instinctively, her pussy dripping now as Dane’s finger pumped inside her. “It’s too big,” she murmured, her voice a mix of fear and arousal, her hips rocking slightly against his hand.
Dane chuckled, his ego swelling as he unzipped his jeans, his eleven-inch cock springing free, thick and veined, the head glistening with precum. “Feel it, Chloe. Stroke it. Suck it,” he ordered, his voice a command, his hand gripping her hair to tilt her face up to his.
Chloe hesitated, her green eyes locked on his, but her hand moved to his cock, her fingers barely circling its girth. She gasped again, her breath ragged, her pussy soaking his fingers as she stroked him, her touch tentative but growing bolder. “I can’t,” she whispered, but Dane was done with her protests.
He pushed her to her knees, her back against the galley wall, the cold metal pressing into her shoulders. “Open that pretty mouth,” he growled, his cock nudging her glossy pink lips, smearing precum across them. Chloe’s eyes watered, her lips parting to protest, but Dane thrust forward, his cock sliding into her mouth, stretching her lips wide.
“Fuck, that’s it,” Dane groaned, his hand fisting her hair, guiding her head as he pumped into her mouth, the tight heat of her throat making his balls tighten. Chloe gagged, her hands braced against his thighs, but her tongue swirled around his shaft, her eyes looking up at him with a mix of fear and arousal.
Dane could tell her pussy was dripping, the scent of her arousal filling the galley, her moans muffled as Dane fucked her face, his hips rocking steadily. “You love it, don’t you?” he taunted, his voice rough with pleasure, his cock throbbing as her lips stretched around him. “Look at you, dripping wet for my cock.”
Chloe’s cheeks hollowed as she sucked, her tongue working the underside of his shaft, her green eyes locked on his, tears glistening but her pussy clenching around his fingers as he kept them buried inside her. Dane growled, his hips pumping faster, the wet sounds of her mouth filling the galley, the curtain swaying slightly with the plane’s motion.
“Good girl,” he grunted, his hand tightening in her hair, his cock hitting the back of her throat, making her gag again. Her fingers dug into his thighs, her moans vibrating around his shaft, her pussy soaking his hand as he forced her arousal higher, his dominance absolute as he fucked her gorgeous mouth.
The galley’s cramped space amplified every sound—her choked gasps, the wet slurp of her mouth, the faint creak of the curtain shielding them from the first-class cabin. Dane’s chiseled muscles flexed under his tight black T-shirt, his jeans pooled around his ankles, his green eyes blazing with sadistic glee. “Fuck, look at you, choking on my cock,” he growled, his voice a low rumble, his hips snapping forward, driving his fuck-spear deeper, making her head smack against the galley cabinets with a dull thud.
Chloe’s hands pushed weakly at his thick thighs, her nails digging into his skin, but her struggles only fueled Dane’s arousal, his cock throbbing harder as her tears glistened in the dim galley light. “That’s it, cry for me, slut,” he taunted, his voice thick with lust, his grip tightening in her hair, yanking her head back to meet his thrusts. Her gagging intensified, her throat convulsing around his shaft, her eyes locked on his, wide with desperation but glinting with a flicker of unwilling arousal.
The scent of her pussy, now dripping wet, filled the air, her panties soaked where his fingers had worked her earlier. Dane’s balls tightened, the sight of her tear-streaked face pushing him closer to the edge. “You love this, don’t you? Fucking whore, taking my cock like you were born for it,” he snarled, his pace ramping up, skull-fucking her with brutal force, each thrust slamming her head against the cabinets, her muffled whimpers vibrating around his cock.
Her tongue swirled helplessly against the underside of his shaft, her lips straining to accommodate his girth, saliva and precum dribbling down her chin, spattering her navy uniform. Dane’s growls grew louder, his hips relentless, the wet, obscene sounds of her throat echoing in the galley. “Look at those tears, fuck, you’re so hot when you cry,” he grunted, his cock pulsing as he fucked her face harder, her gagging turning to choked sobs, her eyes pleading but her pussy betraying her, soaking the galley floor beneath her.
With a final, savage thrust, Dane roared, his balls unloading, thick ropes of cum shooting down her throat, flooding her mouth with his hot seed. Chloe’s body shuddered, her throat swallowing reflexively, but the volume overwhelmed her, cum leaking from the corners of her lips as she coughed and gagged, her eyes watering harder.
Dane pulled out, his cock still rock-hard, glistening with her saliva and his cum, the thick shaft bobbing in front of her face. Chloe coughed violently, panting and wheezing, her chest heaving as she struggled for breath, her glossy lips smeared with cum, her bun now loose, golden strands clinging to her tear-streaked cheeks. “Fuck, you’re a mess,” Dane taunted, his voice dripping with mockery, his hand smacking her cheek lightly, making her flinch. “Bet you’ve never had a real man’s cock before, huh? Look at you, choking and crying, but your pussy’s dripping for more.” He grabbed her chin, forcing her to look up at him, her green eyes dazed but burning with a mix of shame and arousal. “Say thank you, slut,” he ordered, his tone commanding, his cock brushing her lips again, smearing more cum across her face.
“Th-thank you,” Chloe whispered, her voice hoarse, her breath ragged, her eyes dropping as her cheeks flushed with humiliation. Dane’s smirk widened, his cock throbbing at her submission, his dominance absolute. He yanked her to her feet, his massive hands rough on her arms, spinning her around to face the galley wall.
“Time to give that pussy what it needs,” he growled, flipping her tight navy skirt up to expose her firm, tanned ass, her sheer stockings torn where his fingers had been earlier. Her lacy white panties were soaked, clinging to her pussy lips, the scent of her arousal hitting him like a drug. “Fuck, look at this horny little cunt,” he said, his voice thick with lust, his fingers pushing her panties aside, revealing her glistening pink slit. “Dripping for me, just like I knew it would be.”
Chloe gasped, her hands bracing against the wall, her body trembling as Dane’s massive cock nudged her entrance, the thick head pressing against her slick folds. “Please, no,” she whimpered, her voice weak, her hips twitching as if to pull away, but Dane’s strength pinned her in place, his hand cracking against her ass with a sharp smack. She yelped, her body jerking, her pussy clenching as the sting sent a jolt of pleasure through her.
“Don’t fucking lie to me,” Dane snarled, his hand smacking her ass again, leaving a red handprint on her tanned skin. “You’re so fucking hot, Chloe, and this pussy’s begging for my cock.” He slid his shaft along her slit, coating it with her juices, the friction making her moan despite her protests.
“Stop, please,” Chloe begged, her voice shaking, but her hips rocked back slightly, her pussy soaking his cock as he teased her entrance. Dane chuckled, his hand gripping her hip, his other hand guiding his cock to her tight hole. With one brutal thrust, he buried himself inside her, his eleven-inch shaft stretching her pussy wide, her gasp turning to a moan as her walls clamped around him.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” Dane growled, his hips slamming forward, his cock filling her completely, the friction against her G-spot making her body shudder. Chloe’s moans grew louder, her protests fading as her pussy gripped him, her juices dripping down her thighs, soaking her stockings.
Dane fucked her roughly, his hips pounding into her, each thrust slamming her against the galley wall, her tits bouncing under her uniform, her nipples hard as rocks. “You love this, don’t you, slut?” he taunted, his hand smacking her ass again, the sharp sting making her cry out, her pussy clenching tighter around his cock. “Fucking take it, Chloe, take my cock like the whore you are.”
Her moans were desperate now, her body betraying her as she pushed back against him, her pussy soaking the base of his shaft, her orgasms building despite her weak pleas. “No, please,” she whimpered, but her voice was thick with arousal, her hips meeting his thrusts, her pussy throbbing with each brutal stroke.
The galley shook with the force of his fucking, the cabinets rattling, the curtain swaying as Dane’s massive frame dominated the space. His hands gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh, his cock stretching her pussy to its limits, the wet sounds of their fucking filling the air.
“Look at this cunt, taking me so good,” he growled, his voice rough with pleasure, his balls slapping against her clit with each thrust. Chloe’s moans turned to cries, her body trembling as her first orgasm hit, her pussy convulsing around his cock, her juices gushing down her legs. “Fuck, you’re cumming already,” Dane taunted, his hand smacking her ass harder, the pain pushing her into another climax, her body shaking uncontrollably.
Dane’s cock throbbed inside her, his arousal spiking at her submission, her tight pussy milking him as he fucked her relentlessly. “You’re mine now, Chloe,” he snarled, his hand yanking her hair, pulling her head back to expose her throat. “This pussy belongs to me.” Her moans were incoherent now, her body surrendered to his dominance, her orgasms coming in waves as he pounded her, his cock hitting her cervix with each thrust, the pain and pleasure blending into a primal haze. Dane’s growls grew louder, his hips slamming into her, his cock stretching her tight walls, her pussy soaking him as she came again, her cries echoing in the galley, her body trembling under his control.