Chapter 51: Chapter 51

I slid back in without warning, hard and deep, twisting my fingers as I thrust. She gasped so loud it echoed. Her pussy clenched like it wanted to milk me dry even though my cock wasn’t inside her. I worked her clit at the same time, relentless, keeping her teetering.

Her voice climbed, higher, more desperate. “I’m—please—I’m gonna—”

I pulled free again.

Her scream cracked, raw, vibrating with rage and need. She slammed her fists against the table, legs kicking. “Evan! You can’t—fuck—you can’t keep doing this to me!”

I smirked, watching her ass clench, juices dripping freely now, slicking her thighs. “Oh, I can. And I will. Until you break.”

She shook her head violently, sweat dripping from her chin. “No—I won’t—”

But her body said otherwise.

I leaned over her, pressed one hand to the small of her back to pin her down, and slid inside again, deeper, faster. Her cries turned into helpless moans, her hips grinding back against me now, desperate to meet my thrusts.

Her pussy was soaking, dripping onto my wrist, coating my fingers. I curled, stroked, circled her clit ruthlessly. She bucked and writhed, crying out, riding the edge again and again.

And again, just when her walls clenched the hardest, just when her voice hit that breaking pitch—

I denied her.

She collapsed forward, chest heaving, sweat dripping between her tits onto the towel. “Evan, please,” she sobbed, her pride cracking. “I can’t—god, I can’t take this—”

I pressed my slick fingers to her lips, smearing her own taste across them. “Then tell me what I want to hear.”

Her eyes fluttered shut, her tongue darting out to taste without thinking. When she realized, she groaned, shoving her face into the towel.

“You’ll never… make me…” she muttered, muffled.

I grinned, circling her asshole with one finger while sliding another into her dripping pussy. “We’ll see about that.”

The denials stacked one on top of another. I built her up, drove her higher, then left her shaking, screaming, begging into the table. Six times I dragged her to the brink, six times I pulled away, watching her unravel.

By the last, she was gone. Her legs spread wide, trembling, pussy glistening and swollen, ass high like she was offering herself to me. Sweat rolled down her back, her voice hoarse from moaning and crying out.

Her hand shot back, gripping at my wrist, nails digging into my skin. “Okay…” she muttered, breathless, broken. “I… will… okay. Please… just… let me… cum.”

I leaned close, lips brushing her ear, my cock throbbing hard against my pants as I held her there on the edge of madness.

“Good girl.”

“P-please…”

The moment she broke, the moment she whispered those words, I stopped playing nice. I slammed two fingers back into her, middle and ring, stretching her out, plunging deep. Her pussy welcomed me with obscene wet squelches, juices coating my hand instantly.

Kayla’s voice cracked into a scream. “Ohhh fuck—yes—yes!”

I pumped my fingers hard, ruthless, dragging wetness from her with every thrust. My knuckles slammed against her swollen lips, the sound echoing off the room, slick and wet and dirty.

Her huge ass bounced wildly, jiggling with each thrust, cheeks rippling every time my hand rammed into her. She pushed back against me, grinding, spreading herself wider, desperate to take every inch of my fingers. Oil gleamed across her skin, sweat dripping down her thighs, the whole sight obscene.

She was gone, drowning in it.

Her moans got higher, sharper. Her legs trembled, hips jerking uncontrollably, body slamming against the table as I fingered her raw.

Then she shattered.

Her scream filled the room, loud as fuck, desperate. Her pussy clenched hard around my fingers, then released in a flood. She squirted, gushing all over my hand, down the table, dripping to the floor in hot splashes.

“Fuckkk—” I groaned, watching her convulse, her ass shaking uncontrollably as she came harder than she ever had in her life.

But I didn’t stop.

“OH GOD!” she moaned. “Oh… OH…”

I kept going, fingers pistoning in and out, spreading her pussy wide as more slickness sprayed out, soaking the towel beneath her. Her body jerked and shook, her cries breaking into incoherent babbles, her thighs trembling so violently I thought she might collapse off the table.

When I finally pulled my hand free, it glistened, dripping wet. I brought it to my lips without hesitation, licking my fingers clean, savoring the taste. “Delicious,” I muttered.

Kayla was still trembling, her arms barely holding her up, her chest pressed to the table, tits squashed and heaving as she tried to catch her breath.

I stepped around the table, unzipping my pants, tugging them down until my cock sprang free, thick and throbbing, precum already leaking from the tip. I stood in front of her, so close she could smell me, her face only inches away from the hard flesh.

“You know,” I said casually, voice dripping with sarcasm, “I don’t even have a girlfriend. She left me. So really… wouldn’t be cheating if we fuck, right?”

Her glassy eyes flicked up to mine, sweat dripping down her face, lips parted as she panted.

I smirked, pressed the head of my cock against her forehead, dragging it across her skin, smearing precum onto her. A slick line shone across her brow, sticky and warm.

Without a word, she opened her mouth.

I slid in immediately, groaning as her lips wrapped tight around me, her tongue flicking instinctively against my throbbing cock.

Her lips closed tighter around me, tongue swirling, spit coating everything. I groaned, holding the back of her head, guiding her rhythm. Every time I slid deeper, her throat tensed around the tip, her muffled moans vibrating straight into my cock.

“Fuck, Kayla,” I muttered, teeth gritting. “Your mouth… better than I ever imagined.”

She gagged once when I pushed a little too far, strings of spit dripping down her chin, making her face shine. When I pulled back, the entire length was glistening wet, her tongue lolling out to lick up the precum that smeared her lips.

I let her breathe, pulling out with a wet pop. She gasped, eyes half-lidded, then leaned back, turning onto her back, head dangling off the edge of the table. Her tits spilled toward me, soft, round, nipples hard as hell.

I grinned, stepped forward, and slid myself back into her mouth from above. Each thrust made her tits sway, bouncing beautifully with the motion. My hands weren’t idle either—I kneaded her breasts, squeezing handfuls, pinching her nipples, even slapping them so they jiggled.

Her tongue flattened against my shaft, spit pooling and dripping down her neck, making her chest slick. She gagged again when I drove deep, throat working around me. Her eyes watered, tears streaking down her cheeks.

I felt myself getting too close. My stomach tightened, balls heavy. With a sharp breath, I pulled out, cock slick and shining with spit.

Kayla coughed, chest heaving, spit trailing from her lips to her chin. I slapped my cock lightly across her mouth, once, twice, three times, the wet smacks filling the air.

“Time for the main course,” I said with a wicked grin.

Her eyes widened slightly, but she didn’t speak.

I circled the table, grabbed her by the hips, and dragged her toward me. She let out a small yelp as her ass hit the very edge, her legs dangling until I hoisted them both up onto my shoulders. She was sprawled out, tits rising and falling with every shaky breath, her pussy glistening and needy, ass perched perfectly for me.

I smacked her ass, the sound echoing. “Always wanted to fuck you after seeing that ass,” I growled.

Kayla rolled her eyes, still panting. “All you men think about is fucking…” she muttered.

I pressed my cock against her slick entrance, rubbing slow, teasing. “Says the girl whose cunt is a fucking river.”

She gasped when I slid my length across her folds, juices smearing over me. Her pride wouldn’t let her admit how badly she wanted it.

I grabbed the oil again, poured some into my hand, slicked my cock until it shone. Then I pressed it against her again, sliding up and down her pussy, coating her lips with the wet sheen.

“Beg,” I ordered.

Her eyes narrowed. “Don’t force your chance, Evan.”

I pressed harder, rubbing in circles over her clit, dragging the tip along her slit, spreading her open but never entering. Her whole body jolted, thighs trembling. She tried to stay composed, but her hips betrayed her, rising up to chase me.

“Beg,” I repeated.

Her face flushed crimson. “Ah—fuck it,” she gasped, finally breaking. “Just fuck me already!”

A slow grin spread across my face.

“That’s more like it.”

I shifted my hips, angled myself, and in one steady motion slid deep into her dripping pussy.

Her legs were draped over my shoulders, thighs trembling as I pressed into her. She clenched around me immediately, tight and wet, making me groan. The heat of her pussy wrapped me completely, slick and hungry, gripping me with every inch I sank in. Her ass bounced lightly against my hips, soft but firm, as I adjusted my angle, pressing deeper.

“Ugh… get it over with,” she muttered sharply, voice quivering just enough to betray her body’s reaction. Her nails dug into the table, gripping the edges like she could hold herself together through sheer willpower.

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