Chapter 334: Round 2! [18+]

Ella’s chest still glistened with Kyle’s cum, streaks of it smeared across her tits like war paint. She licked the last drop from her bottom lip, eyes feral, and shoved him flat onto his back again. The couch creaked under his weight as she climbed over him, knees bracketing his hips, her soaked shorts long since kicked to the floor. She hovered above his cock, still rock-hard, slick with her spit and his own release, and dragged the fat head through her dripping pussy.

"Look at you," Ella rasped, voice thick with lust.

"Still fucking hard for me. Greedy bastard." Ella was glad he was this aroused for her, it made her feel good that it wasn’t one sided.

Kyle’s hands settled on her thighs, thumbs digging in, but he didn’t push. He let her take.

"All yours, Ella. Do whatever you want," Kyle gave her the go ahead.

"Damn right," Ella said with a wicked grin.

She sank down agonizingly slowly, letting every inch of him stretch her open. The blunt head breached her, and she hissed through her teeth, eyes rolling back.

"Fuuuck, your cock’s splitting me in half." Ella’s mouth spewed profanity. Her walls fluttered around him, hot and slick, sucking him deeper as she took him to the root. When her ass finally met his thighs, she ground in a circle, clit dragging against his pelvis.

"Unngh—shit~!" Kyle groaned, head thumping back against the cushion. Her pussy was molten, gripping him like a fist.

Ella planted her palms on his chest and started riding—slow, deliberate rolls of her hips at first, savoring the way he filled her.

Then she picked up speed, thighs flexing, fat ass bouncing with every downward slam. The wet slap of skin on skin echoed through the apartment, obscene and perfect.

Kyle couldn’t stay still. He surged up, mouth latching onto one of her nipple, sucking hard.

"Mmmph—" The vibration shot straight to Ella’s core.

"Yes—fuck—suck my tits while I fuck you," Ella snarled, fingers twisting in his hair, yanking his head closer. She rode him harder, faster, the couch groaning beneath them. Her ass rippled with every impact, flesh clashing loud enough to drown out their ragged breathing.

"Unh—unh—unh—fuck!" Ella’s moans were raw, punched out of her with every bounce.

"Your cock’s so deep—gonna ruin my pussy—don’t you fucking stop—" Ella barked like a rabid dog.

Kyle’s hands clamped onto her waist, fingers sinking into soft flesh, guiding her harder, faster. He released her breast with a wet pop and growled against her skin,

"Yes—yes—fuck me—fuck me—oh shit—" Ella didn’t care who heard them and she was loud, there was no doubt the people around them would hear them.

The rhythm turned brutal. Her thighs burned, ass clapping against his hips, pussy squelching with every thrust. Kyle’s cock dragged along her front wall, hitting that spot that made her see stars. She was close—so fucking close—

And then Kyle moved.

One second she was on top, in control; the next, he’d flipped her like she weighed nothing. Ella yelped as he threw her forward over the arm of the couch, tits mashed into the cushions, ass high in the air. Before she could catch her breath, his hands spread her cheeks and the thick head of his cock notched at her entrance again.

"Kyle—wait—" Ella tried to stop him but Kyle wasn’t hearing any of it.

He didn’t wait.

He drove into her in one brutal thrust, balls slapping against her clit. Ella screamed into the cushion, the sound muffled and broken.

"Fuuuck! Oh my god—did your dick get bigger?!" Ella clawed at the fabric, back arching as he bottomed out, deeper than before, the angle merciless.

"It’s in my fucking throat—Jesus Christ—!" Ella screamed at the top of her lungs.

Kyle’s grip on her hips was iron. He pulled back until only the tip remained, then slammed home again. And again. And again. The couch rocked forward with every thrust, springs squealing in protest.

Ella couldn’t hold it in. The moans tore out of her, filthy and unrestrained.

"Fuck—fuck—harder—destroy me—unh—unh—unh—your cock’s so fucking deep—gonna break me—don’t stop—please don’t fucking stop—" Ella begged him.

Kyle leaned over her, chest to her back, one hand sliding up to fist her hair. He yanked her head to the side so he could growl into her ear. "

You want it rough, baby? You want me to wreck this greedy little pussy?"

"Yes—yes—fuck yes—give it to me—ruin me—"

He did.

He pounded into her like a man possessed, hips pistoning, balls slapping her swollen clit with every thrust. Ella’s legs shook, toes curling, tears pricking her eyes from the overwhelming pleasure-pain. Her pussy clenched around him, fluttering, so close—

Kyle felt it. Felt her tightening, heard the desperate edge in her moans. His thrusts turned erratic, deeper, harder.

"Ella—fuck—I’m gonna cum—" Kyle moaned out loud. She tried to pull off, instinct kicking in.

"Wait—Kyle—not inside—" The sense of urgency in her voice slipped but her voice was muffled. However, he didn’t let her.

His arm locked around her waist like a steel band, yanking her back flush against him.

"Stay right fucking there," Kyle barked, voice ragged.

"You’re taking every drop," Kyle told her.

One, two, three more brutal thrusts and he buried himself to the hilt, cock pulsing as he exploded inside her. Thick ropes of cum flooded her pussy, painting her walls, marking her from the inside.

"Fuuuck!" Ella screamed, her own orgasm crashing over her at the feel of him filling her up. Her cunt spasmed, milking him dry, juices gushing down her thighs as she shook and sobbed into the cushion.

Kyle kept her pinned, hips jerking with every aftershock, emptying everything he had into her clenching pussy. When he finally stilled, they were both trembling, sweat-slick and breathless.

He didn’t pull out yet. Just leaned over her, pressing soft kisses to her shoulder blades, her spine, the back of her neck.

"You okay?" he murmured, voice rough but gentle now.

Ella let out a weak, hoarse laugh, face still buried in the cushion.

"You asshole... you just creampied me," Ella said but this very act was what made her cum.

Kyle huffed a laugh against her skin, arms tightening around her.

"Your body begged for it and I listened," Kyle teased.

She turned her head just enough to glare at him over her shoulder, but there was no heat in it—only sated, dazed grey eyes.

"I hate you." Ella blurted out.

"Liar," Kyle said before kissing the corner of her mouth.

Ella groaned, pushing back weakly against him, feeling his cum already starting to leak out around his softening cock.

"Shut up, you caveman."

He pulled her up, turned her around, and collapsed back onto the couch with her sprawled across his chest—both of them sticky, wrecked, and grinning like idiots.

The apartment smelled like sex, and neither of them gave a single fuck.