Chapter 9

In seconds, the sodden lace draped my palms as I stood shaking under Rio’s inspection. Dribbles raced down my thighs, my stomach muscles vibrated, and, from his grin, I knew he could hear the soft squelching of my clenching folds. Electricity arced between my abandoned nipples, my throbbing clit, and deep inside my undulating walls. My body was ready. More than ready. So tense.

His hands tugged the crumpled panties from me. “Turn around.”

I did.

A massive, outstretched hand shoved on the center of my back, bending me forward over the island’s countertop. My arms splayed outward and freshly painted, blood-red nails clawed at the slick oak when first my flaming nipples, then my swaying battered boobs, and at last my squirming torso mashed into the frozen counter. With a long moan, I arched upwards into his rugged fingertips raking along my spine.

“Such a pretty little slut.” Fingers digging deep and squeezing me against the wood, Rio’s other hand kneaded my ass cheeks. “Think your hubby will lemme take you home? You could be my fucktoy.”

I don’t know. Perhaps? If he can watch.

At that point, I honestly didn’t know while gazing at the door. It was still closed. He could’ve burst out to stop things any time he wanted. So, again, how far would he go?

At the sound of Rio’s lowering zipper, my brain froze. My writhing body shook, and my nails tapped a chaotic staccato beat on the wood. It matched my racing heartbeat.

“Gimme your hands.”

In a flash, my arms flew to his waiting fingers in the center of my quivering back. He wrapped my wrists with the soaked panties.

“Hmm, obey your husband so quickly?”

My husband? Dave? He never orders me to do anything. And not during lovemaking. Then again, this isn’t lovemaking. Nope, not at all.

“No,” I murmured, as my jaw tightened and rear eased upwards into him.

His knob nudged between my thighs, dipping into my slippery folds. A much louder, hungrier groan ripped from my lips as my spine arched into his hand.

“Oh, yeah. That’s a good slut. All tied up and ready to be fucked by a nice, thick black cock. Want that, huh?”

Gaze locked on the suddenly blurry door, I moaned. While writhing, I tried to thrust back into him.

“I said, want that, slut?”

The sudden drop in tone made me shiver as he repeated his question. Plus, his massive tip played along my drooling slit. My whole body was pulsing under his toying.

“Yessss!” hissed from my clenched teeth.

His knob slid forward; my world narrowed to the soft flesh between my thighs as it was shoved in all directions by the incoming rounded mass. With his hand pinning my wrists, he pushed down on me, holding me steady as that thumping log sank deeper. Just as it met resistance inside me, he stopped. With a forceful thrust backwards, I unleashed another moan.

“Nice?” he asked.

“Yessss,” left me in a shaky hiss.

My husky voice became a yelp as the fingers of his other hand wound around the ponytail. It became a scream, when after pulling it taut, he slammed his hair-wrapped fist to the counter beside my neck, pinning my head to the cold wood.

Pointed at the slatted door, my eyes blinked while his enormous cock glided back and forth with the tiniest motions. The engorged rim of that enormous dome was rubbing at that spot. That magical spot. The spot that my husband knew, but couldn’t ... He simply couldn’t ... Not like this. Not anymore.

Hungry whimpers slithered from my open lips as the door pulsed in time with my heartbeat. And the one easing in and out of me. With each shallow stroke, my entire body shuddered.

“There it is. That’s what you want, isn’t it, my little slut?”

When all I did was nod, he tightened his grip on my ponytail.

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” shot from me, sending puffs of glittery spray across the surface.

“Can your hubby’s tiny cocklet do this?”

I stared at the door. Had it moved? My hair grew taut as I shook my head. “No.”

With a loud laugh, dripping with amusement, he squeezed my wrists. The soft squelching of the soaked lace was barely audible over the much louder squelching between my quivering thighs.

“I know something else his little dick can’t do.”

No sooner had he fallen silent than he thrust all the way into me.

“Oh my fucking God!” flew from my shaking, parted lips.

As that vast pole sank, shoving my insides deeper, a warbling cry unlike any I’ve ever unleashed tore from me. At the blunt dome’s forceful nudge into the very end of my canal, the world seized up. Sounds and feelings, other than the thundering of my heart and rapid breathing, disappeared. When they returned in a rush, my screams echoed out across the room. Great arcs of silvery saliva sprayed from my open lips.

Fullness. Complete fullness pushing in every direction within me.

Rio’s right. No way in hell can Dave do that!

Even Big Max only tapped that deep when I bent just right.

When he rolled his hips, my fingers clawed upwards into his grasping hand as I struggled to breathe. Fires burst out and my muscles tensed, both along his solid throbbing mass and across my writhing frame.

“Your tight little pussy fits me perfectly, slut. Don’t you think?”

“Yes!” Scratching ever louder, my nails mauled his skin. He only chuckled. That deep chuckle. The one that caused every frying nerve within me to sizzle. I was his toy. “Oh, God, yes. Perfect.”

As my shaking body was pressed onto the icy wood, the laundry door kept wobbling in and out of focus. Fingers twisting in my hair, he used slow, deliberate motions to rock his pelvis back and forth. Pinned as I was, my eyes locked on the narrow wooden slats as the giant used me. Behind them, Dave lurked. My husband was seeing everything. Hearing everything. The world became white.

Waves of such intense pleasure overwhelmed me.

Screams. Loud screams and much faster slapping noises filled the hazy space. My loud screams. And it was my body slapping against the counter as I cried out. There was no place for me to go, trapped between hard wood and hard chest with a hard pelvis battering my rear. Grunting louder, his strokes quickened. More screams. Spray after pulsing spray of shiny spit flew from my lips.

“Oh, that’s it, little white slut. Very nice. Take that n—er cock. Clench me tight.” I did, and he groaned. “Can’t do that to hubby’s cocklet, can you?”

Gaze fixed on the wobbly, blurring door, I swallowed. “No.”

More building waves. Gigantic surges of incredible pleasure. Electrical fires started to expand. Gritting my teeth. Then, neck muscles taut, I clenched them even tighter.

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