Chapter 31

Had I missed him?

Stupid question. God, how I’d missed Troy.

All I could do was nod before his full kissing lips worked their way along my chin and found mine. With a primal growl from far within me, I plunged my tongue deep into his mouth as he murmured under my pumping grip. Hungry, yearning for me as only my Troy could, he thrust his pelvis forward. In my fist, his enormous pulsing tower glided into the silken blouse. Its huge, blunted knob smeared liquid warmth over my trembling stomach.

A yelp shot from me, and I lurched into him when, with a snap of his powerful wrists, the flimsy top ripped apart. Its little buttons flew before bouncing across the tattered wooden floor. Massive and rough, his outstretched fingers raked upwards before cupping my finally naked boobs.

My God, I miss this.

So much.

Surprised when he pulled his lips from mine, I swayed forward. Open-mouthed, with my twirling outstretched tongue still searching for his, I panted. With forefingers and thumbs rolling my throbbing nipples, he chuckled. As I gazed deep into his dark eyes, he tilted his pelvis back and waited.

With a gulp, I pushed downward with both hands to align him.

Nope, not on camera. And not work. No mistake at all; what we were about to do was not right. At that point, playful fingertips on my tits and pulsing thick cock in my grip, Troy was not being a professional.

“Oh,” slipped from my trembling lips.

As my vision blackened around the edges, my chest seized. With both clasping fists, I shoved him into me.

And I am damn sure not being one either. I’m Troy’s fuckdoll once more. All his.

No sooner had that wonderful swollen bulb pierced my folds than the time for thinking ended. As it plunged into me, wedging apart my pulsating walls, he smiled. And I floated away on that sea of—beyond lust.

Okay, a final thought fluttered through my skull. One I’m not proud of either.

I don’t care. I want this. Dave—is a good man. My husband. But Troy...

“Oh, fuck!” flew from me as thickness stretched my most sensitive spot.

All along my pussy, muscles spasmed as the fat knob glided further, pushing, stretching and shoving my flesh aside to wrap the ever-lengthening rod of pure basalt power. Warm, slick ridges slipped beneath my fingers as it drove deeper. The magical impaling swollen shaft shoved my shaking legs apart.

Ember ablaze, blasts of heat flared across my body. My heart raced so fast the entire world pulsed with its beat.

Trembling, I collapsed to chew along his shoulder. My insides continued to clench his still-sliding pole. A half-thought sputtered. No, Dave just can’t do this. So full ... Of living ... Of...

“Ah, there’s my favorite tight little pussy.” Troy’s hot, minty breath seared my neck.

Oh, fuck. Keep Super Max! God, I miss this—him so much. I’m his favorite pussy. And he’s my favorite cock.

After sliding for what seemed like forever, his bulb nudged into the top of my canal. With the universe only his smile—and it was blurry—he stopped to let me catch my breath. While I moaned into his shoulder, my hole spasmed and he gritted his teeth.

“Guessin’ my little white girl pussy missed me too, huh?”

Nails clawing his muscled back and stomach fluttering, I lifted my drooling lips from his hot skin. The wondrous twinkles in his eyes had me gulping.

“Oh, God, yes,” I whispered.

Still tight to the lower part of his cock, my grip glided around his pulsing flesh, slick with my dripping juices. He was only half-embedded. While I rocked in his massive hands, I chewed my lip.

“Here comes the best part.” His teeth flashed as he smiled down at me.

Just as I looked up into his eyes, his fingers clamped my nipples. As I cried out, he plunged deeper with one long thrust, stretching my cavern tight. As he shoved my soft insides farther, those thick ridges dragged my already taut lips inward.

“Fuck me! Mmm, God! Oh, Troy! F-Fuck ... You’re so fucking deep!” My head whipped from side-to-side as moan after moan ripped from me.

“That’s my little white fuckdoll.” He chuckled. “Beg for my black cock, you horny slut.”

“Pl-Please ... Oh, God! Um, please, fuck me.” On the toes of my squeaky heels, I bounced to force him into me quicker. “Fuck me so hard, Troy!”

With a growl loaded with desire, I wanted it all. Every damn throbbing inch. So hot. So thick. So long. So mine. My cock. Troy owned my cock. He kept it just for me, his little fuckdoll.

Slut!

That too. Dave’s slut. Troy’s slut. Whatever. Somebody fuck me—hard.

When I gnawed on his neck, his laughter shook my heaving chest. His next laugh filled my ear before he nipped at my earlobe. With time slowing, he continued to sink into me, pushing and stretching beyond any man or device.

Sudden clarity: the clamps Dave used on me—they reminded me of Troy’s smashing fingers. Relentless pain darting alongside delicious pleasure.

I’ll never tell my husband that.

While I slammed between his solid, warm chest and the equally solid but cold wall, sensations from my tortured nipple stems stoked the pleasure sizzling within my bucking torso. Air ripped from my mouth as screams and moans while he played with his little fuckdoll. With me.

Nothing compares. Nothing ever will.

With a loud grunt, he lifted me from my feet. The rough paneling of the wall dragged along my bare back as the blouse rolled up and down with each powerful stroke. As hungry groans erupted from me, I wrapped my legs tight around his waist and held on.

Soon, I was riding my basalt god into ever higher levels of nirvana. His wide lips found my chest. He nipped, slurped, and kissed. Like a fleshy drum, Troy’s fuckdoll thumped, moaning, into the grainy wood. Each impact shook the hanging pictures.

The universe simplified. Speeding monster cock inside me and his talented mouth chewing and kissing my heaving tits. All the while, I was adrift, crying out to the dingy ceiling.

When my pussy tightened, he pulled his lips from a well-chewed nipple. With silvery trails of drool connecting his smile to my tit, he gazed into my panting face.

“Ah, there it is. Perfect.” He leaned to tap his tongue onto my lower lip. When mine raced out to play, he took it away with a chuckle. “I missed this so much.”

“Mmm, m-me, too,” I gulped while staring into those twinkling eyes. “Harder ... Fuck me harder, my Troy!”

With a laugh, another of those joyous laughs, he complied with the lust-fueled alley cat’s mewling request. With his fists gripping my ribs, I became a fleshy wrapping for his meaty rod. As his smile widened, he jackhammered my bucking, writhing body into rough wood.

“Yes! Fuck me, Troy! Fuck your little fuckdoll!” flew from me as an enormous wave of pleasure surged through my soul.

When that first crest exploded, he accelerated, driving me into a screaming, flailing wreck as I flooded his racing shaft. He didn’t slow. A second. A third soon followed, twisting me along his racing rod. Every series of massive convulsions ripped me apart—body and soul.

Dave can’t do this. Nobody can. Except my Troy.

“Gonna come inside you, fuckdoll.” Not a request; his gleaming eyes locked on mine as he struggled to breathe for the first time.

Troy knows nobody but him can do this to me. I’m his toy. His fuckdoll. Troy can keep me. Dave will miss me, but he’ll be fine. He’ll find another woman. Somebody nice. Obedient.

Unable to speak, I only nodded.

With a roar, the basalt giant rammed me farther up the wall and held me pinned in place, like the good little moaning vessel I was. Huge spasms flew up his pulsating pole as my exhausted pussy pulsed around him, already milking it. The powerful spurting, so warm, so much, and so damned deep inside me, began. My head collapsed to gnaw and run hungry lips along his sweaty neck. With each clenching, undulating motion, my body drew the precious load from his juddering mass.

My load. Just for me.

“The boys are gonna be so jealous.”

At Troy’s words, a frazzled half-chuckle slid from me.

What Dave doesn’t know won’t hurt him?

Right?

Even as excess cum dripped from my shaking frame, he lowered me to my wobbly heels. After guiding me to the bed, he flipped me onto my stomach. Massive hands roaming my ribs, he stood before me. In a flash, I had his white-streaked pole in my fingers.

“Hungry, little fuckdoll?” He barely got the words out before rocking backward.

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