The king-sized bed, still rumpled from my earlier encounter with Ben, groaned softly as I stretched out across it.

My naked body glistened with a thin sheen of perspiration from the copulation.

The cool silk sheets brushed against my sensitive nakedness. I bit my lower lip, already swollen and tender from Ben’s and my eager kisses, and blushed.

I let my fingers trace lazy circles over my stomach, anticipation coiling tight in my belly.

Then the door creaked open.

Rick stood there, framed in the doorway, his massive form silhouetted against the hallway light.

My breath hitched as my eyes drank him in—broad shoulders that tapered into a chest so wide my hands wouldn’t even come close to spanning it, muscles defined but not exaggerated, the kind that spoke of raw, functional strength. But it was what hung between his thighs that stole my attention.

Even soft, his cock was an imposing sight, thick as my wrist, the foreskin loose and heavy, the length already promising something far beyond what I was used to.

Over ten inches, my mind supplied, and a traitorous pulse throbbed between my legs.

His balls hung low and full, the weight of them evident even from a distance, and I could already imagine the sheer volume of cum they’d unleash inside me.

He didn’t speak.

The hunger in his dark eyes said everything as he stepped forward when I gestured for him to come closer; the floorboards whispered under his weight.

The bed dipped violently as he climbed onto it, the mattress groaning in protest, and I gasped as his hands—rough, calloused—gripped my hips and yanked me toward him.

His body heat radiated against mine, searing where our skin touched.

Before I could even process the movement, his mouth crashed onto mine, his lips bruising against my already tender ones.

I moaned into the kiss, tasting myself on him—Ben’s lingering musk, the salt of my arousal—and his tongue plunged in, thick and demanding, fucking my mouth with the same relentless rhythm I knew his cock would soon use on my pussy.

“Fuck, you taste like you’ve been well-used,” he growled against my lips, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that vibrated through my chest.

“But you’re mine now.” His tongue swept deeper, and I sucked on it instinctively, hollowing my cheeks.

The thing was obscene—nearly as thick as a cock itself—and I could feel my jaw stretching to accommodate it, saliva pooling at the corners of my mouth.

His free hand slid up to my throat, not squeezing, just holding, possessive.

He watched my eyes, waiting, and when I nodded, his grip firmed just enough to make my pulse race.

He groaned, the sound guttural, and his hips jerked forward, the hot, heavy weight of his erection pressing against my thigh.

His mouth left mine only to trail down my neck, his teeth grazing over the fresh love bites Ben had left behind.

“Someone’s been marking what’s not his,” he murmured, his breath hot against my collarbone.

His tongue swirled over the darkest bruise, and I arched into him with a whimper.

“Gonna cover every one of these with my own.”

His lips wrapped around my nipple, sucking hard, and I cried out as pleasure lanced straight to my clit.

His free hand found my other breast, fingers pinching and twisting the nipple until I was writhing beneath him, my back bowing off the bed.

Then his mouth was moving lower, past the undersides of my breasts, down the trembling plane of my stomach.

I tensed when his tongue flicked into the hollow of my armpit—no one had ever licked like that.

Oh God, his teeth grazed the sensitive skin there, and my legs snapped shut on instinct, my toes curling.

“Sensitive, huh?” His chuckle was dark and amused, and he did it again, this time biting down just enough to sting before soothing the spot with his tongue.

The sensation was wrong, somehow, but so fucking good, and when his fingers found my clit, circling lazily, I came with a broken sob, my body jerking against his mouth, my pussy clenching around nothing.

He didn’t give me time to recover.

One hand gripped my thigh, lifting it, and then the blunt, slick head of his cock was there, pressing against my entrance—but not where I expected.

Instead of lining up with the center of my slit, he angled himself higher, the thick crown notching against the very top of my opening.

My eyes flew open. “W-what—?”

“Shh.” His voice was a rough purr, his thumb pressing against my clit as he pushed forward.

And then—oh God—his thumb pressed into my clit as he angled higher, the thick crown nudging the very top of my entrance.

The stretch was strange and perfect, a line of pressure spearing right through me, and when his foreskin rolled back, the drag over my clit made my vision blur.

He barely pushed in—just the first few inches, the loose skin gliding and catching with every shallow thrust—and it was enough.

Heat exploded low in my belly, then rushed outward, my pussy clenching around him as a sharp, blinding orgasm tore through me.

“Fuck, look at you,” he groaned, hips stuttering as my body milked nothing but his tip.

“Coming on almost nothing.”

Another slow grind and the foreskin slid again over that swollen bundle of nerves; a second orgasm crashed over the first, leaving me shaking, nails raking down his back as I tried to anchor myself to him, to anything.

My nails raked down his back, my heels digging into the mattress as I tried to ground myself, but there was no escaping it.

Every shallow thrust after that sent smaller aftershocks skittering through me, little sparks dancing over raw nerves as my body tried to keep up.

But he wasn’t deep enough. I could feel it—the way his cock filled me, but didn’t own me. Not yet.

“More,” I gasped, my voice raw. “I need all of you.”

He continued thrusting just around half of himself for some time, then he winked.

His eyes darkened, something feral flashing in their depths.

He pulled out with a wet pop, and before I could protest the loss, he was flipping me onto my side, my left leg hiked up and draped over his shoulder.

The new angle exposed me completely, my pussy gaping and glistening.

He lined himself up again, and this time when he pushed in, there was no gentle build—just a single, relentless surge that split me open.

I moaned as he was more than three-fourths in my pussy, his hips starting flush against my ass, the head of his cock thudding against some pleasure spots within.

The pain was sharp, but beneath it was something deeper, something primal—the knowledge that he was inside me, as far as he could go, his cock knotted in my depths.

“Fuck, you take me so well,” he grunted, his fingers digging into the flesh of my thigh.

He didn’t pull out, not really—just rocked his hips in shallow, grinding motions, his cockhead pressing against my cervix with every roll.

The sensation was maddening, the pleasure-pain of it sending me spiraling into another climax, my pussy flooding around him.

He groaned, his breath coming in ragged bursts.

“Again.” His voice was a command, and he flipped me onto my other side, my right leg now hitched over his shoulder, my body bent like a bow.

He surged back in, and I sobbed at the stretch, the fullness, my walls struggling to accommodate him even as my traitorous body clenched down, greedy for more.

Then he was pulling out, turning me onto my stomach, and slamming back inside with a force that lifted my hips off the bed.

The new angle let him pound deeper into me, my heart pounding as he was totally inside of me, his balls slapping against my clit with every thrust, his cock going in and out rapidly with wet, obscene sounds.

I could feel my orgasm building again, coiling tight, and when it hit, it was like a detonation, my body jerking violently as I came harder than I ever had in my life.

But he was so much deeper inside me; my juices appeared stuck within.

Rick didn’t stop. His rhythm turned erratic, his thrusts losing their precision as his release neared.

“Gonna fill this tight little cunt up,” he snarled, his hands gripping my hips hard enough to bruise.

“Gonna drown you in it.”

And then he started coming, his cock pulsing deep inside me, the first hot jet of cum filling me, stretching me further.

He’d locked himself so deep inside me it felt like he might never come out, every twitch of his cock dragging another pulse of pleasure through my overworked body.

I could feel it, the way my lower belly tightened and ached with how full he’d left me, his hands splayed possessively over my skin.

He kept cumming, his release seeming to go on forever, his cock twitching as rope after rope of semen pumped into me.

When he finally pulled out, his cum spilled after him in a hot rush, streaming down my thighs in thick white trails.

It felt like he’d stretched and filled every inch of me, his release clinging deep inside even as more leaked out around my swollen lips.

I panted, my body boneless, but the sight of his cock—still half hard, glistening with my arousal and his cum—stirred something greedy in me.

Before I could think better of it, pushing him onto his back, I crawled between his legs, my lips wrapped around the thick head.

I’d deep-throated men before.

But this? His cock hit the back of my throat immediately, the girth making my jaw ache. I hollowed my cheeks, my tongue swirling around the ridge of his crown, but when I tried to take more, my gag reflex betrayed me.

Saliva dripped down my chin as I pulled back, coughing. Rick chuckled, his fingers tangling in my hair.

“Greedy girl,” he murmured, but his cock twitched.

I tried again, determined, but even semi-soft, he was too much for me.

My eyes watered as I took him as deep as I could, my nose pressing against the coarse hair at the base of his cock, my throat convulsing around him.

He groaned, his hips lifting slightly as he offered me final shots for me to relish, but I could only hold it for a second before I pulled back, gasping.

We kissed after that, slow and lazy, his cum still leaking out of me, pooling beneath my hips. I could taste myself on his tongue, the musk of sex thick between us.

My hands roamed his chest, my fingers tracing the dips and planes of his muscles, already craving more. But when he reached for me again, I caught his wrist, my expression regretful.

“Time’s up, sweetheart.”

His heart sank. “But—”

“Rules.” I pressed a kiss to his forehead; he pulled away, swinging his legs off the bed.

I watched, disappointment souring in my throat, as he dressed quickly, his cock already softening. He paused at the door, glancing back at me—my body still splayed out, his cum dripping onto the sheets, and my pussy aching for more.

“Maybe next time?” he said, and then he was gone.

I knew it was going to be the last time I would be able to have sex with him, given my policy of not having sex with the same guy after the night. He wasn’t going to return with the bachelors later in the night.

I sighed; I thought I might be longing to have him once more.

I collapsed back onto the bed, my skin still humming, my body thrumming with the ghost of his touch.

The sheet beneath me was a mess—wet with sweat and cum, the scent of sex clinging to the fabric. I pressed a hand to my stomach, still swollen with his release, and bit my lip.

Maybe next time.

The moment Rick’s hips stuttered against mine, his cock buried so deep I could feel the pulse of his release, I knew I’d won.

Not that it was a competition, though, with me, everything was a game. His fingers dug into the flesh of my hips, his breath ragged in my ear as he groaned, "Fuck, Silky—take it all, you greedy little slut." And I did. Oh, I did.

My pussy clenched around him, milking every last thick spurt from his cock, the heat of his cum flooding me in waves that left me dizzy. I could feel it—how he filled me, how my body swallowed him whole, my inner walls fluttering in triumph.

When he finally pulled out, his cock glistening and half-hard, a slow, satisfied smirk curled my lips. I rolled onto my back, spreading my thighs just enough to admire the mess we’d made. Thick, pearly cum oozed from my well-used pussy, dripping down to pool on the rumpled sheets beneath me.

My fingers trembled as I traced the swollen lips of my cunt, gathering the slick mixture of his sperm and my arousal. I brought my fingers to my mouth, savoring the salty-sweet taste and the musk of sex heavy on my tongue. "Mmm… good girl," I murmured to myself, praising the way my body had taken him—how I’d owned him, really. Two cream pies in one night, and my pussy still throbbed, hungry for more.

But then the reality of what was coming next settled over me like a delicious, suffocating weight.

Four more. Four.

My thighs pressed together instinctively, as if that could somehow prepare me for the onslaught.

Rick had been generous, his load substantial, but what about the others? I’d heard the rumors.

I saw the way their eyes darkened when they looked at me, the way their hands twitched like they were already imagining the ways they’d ruin me.

My pussy clenched at the thought, a fresh gush of arousal slipping free. I could smell myself—the thick, intoxicating scent of sex clinging to my skin, my hair, the air itself.

Normally, I’d have sauntered into the bathroom by now and let the hot water cascade over me while I teased my clit to another orgasm, just because I could.

But tonight? Tonight, I wanted them to find me like this. Wrecked. Used. Still dripping with another man’s cum.

I swung my legs over the edge of the bed, my bare feet pressing into the plush carpet.

The mansion’s air was cool against my flushed skin, raising goosebumps along my arms and the sides of my breasts.

My nipples were still hard, aching, the dark pink buds swollen from Rick’s mouth, from the way he’d bitten down just hard enough to make me gasp.

I padded toward the bathroom, my hips swaying, with the ghost of his thrusts lingering in my muscles. The mirror over the vanity caught my reflection—hair a tangled mess of dark blonde waves, lips bruised from kisses, and cheeks flushed.

My fingers trailed down my stomach, past my navel, before dipping between my thighs. Another slow stroke, another shuddering breath. "You’re going to be so full by the end of this," I whispered to the girl in the glass, her eyes bright with anticipation. "So fucking full."

The faucet gleamed under the low light as I turned it on, the water running hot over my fingers.

For a second, I considered it—stepping under the spray, letting it wash away the stickiness between my thighs, the dried sweat on my collarbone.

But then I caught the faintest sound from beyond the door. Laughter. The clink of ice in a glass. The low murmur of male voices, already thick with want.

My pussy pulsed, as if it knew. I turned the water off with a flick of my wrist, leaving my fingers slick and my body untouched. Let them clean me up. Let them lick me clean.

I leaned against the counter, my ass pressing into the cold marble as I let my legs fall open just a little.

The air hit my exposed folds, the coolness a sharp contrast to the heat still radiating from my core. My fingers found my clit, already swollen and sensitive, and I circled it lazily, biting my lip to stifle a moan.

"Pathetic," I thought, but my hips still rolled into the touch. "You’re already thinking about their tongues on you, aren’t you? " The idea of it—of being spread open on the bed while two, maybe three of them took turns lapping at my cum-filled cunt—brought another rush of wetness spilling down my thighs.

I could almost feel it, the way their hands would grip my hips, the way their breath would fan over my sensitive flesh before their tongues delved inside me, fucking me with slow, deep strokes.

"Please," I breathed, though there was no one there to hear it. My free hand cupped my breast, squeezing just hard enough to make my back arch.

The nipple pinched between my fingers sent a jolt straight to my clit, and I gasped, my thighs trembling.

I was going back to my bed.

A knock at the door made me jump. My hand flew away from my pussy like I’d been caught.

"Silky?" A voice called—deep, amused.

Erik. The last one for the session. My breath hitched. "Hope you are decent."

I glanced down at myself—naked, glistening, my thighs slick with cum and arousal. A slow, wicked grin spread across my face.

"No," I called back, my voice husky. "But come in anyway."

The door creaked open, and there he stood, all broad shoulders and dark eyes, his gaze raking over me with a hunger that made my skin prickle.

My curves are a feast—full, heavy breasts with swollen, dusky nipples that beg for attention, my waist dipping before flaring into wide, graspable hips.

The lamplight catches the slick sheen between my thighs, and Erik’s cock jerks in his pants, suddenly too tight, too; Erik’s brain short-circuits.

He should say something smooth, something cool, but all that comes out is a choked noise as his hands fly to his belt, fumbling.

The virgin groom—he isn't supposed to be the one stripping first, but the way I was looking at him, like I was already imagining how he’ll fill me, makes his fingers move faster. His shirt hits the floor. His pants follow.

And then he’s naked, his cock standing thick and proud, the heavy length of it bobbing as he steps closer to the bed.

My eyes darken.

“Seven inches?” I winked, sitting up just enough to let my breasts sway, the motion hypnotic. “God, you’re gonna wreck me with that.”

His chest tightens.

No one had ever looked at him like this, I think. I am already wet just thinking about taking him.

Before he can overthink it, he’s reaching for me, his palms finding the dip of my waist, fingers splaying wide.

I let out a soft, approving hum as he lifted me effortlessly, my body melting against his. The heat of my skin seared him, my nipples brushing his chest as he carried me to the center of the bed, lowering me onto the sheets before following me down.

“Uh—fuck—”

I turn my head, my lips curling into a slow, knowing smile as my gaze rakes over him. “Took you long enough,” I purred, voice thick with amusement and something darker, hungrier. “Are you going to stand there all night, or are you going to do something about that hard-on?”

Erik’s lips quirked. "Christ, you’re a mess." His eyes dropped to the floor, to the way my arousal had dripped down my thighs, pooling slightly on the tiles beneath me. "And you like it."

I didn’t answer. I didn’t have to.

My body did it for me—my nipples tightening further, my breath coming faster, the way my fingers twitched with the need to touch myself again, to show him. His nostrils flared, and I knew he could smell me. Smell Rick on me.

The thought sent another throb through my pussy, and I let my legs fall open just a little wider, giving him a better view of the cum still leaking from me.

Erik took a step forward, then another, until he was close enough that I could feel the heat radiating off him.

His hand lifted, his knuckles brushing against my cheek before trailing down, over the column of my throat, between my breasts. "You’re dripping, Silky." His fingers dipped lower, tracing the curve of my waist and my hip, before finally—finally—sliding between my thighs.

I gasped as he gathered the slickness there, his thumb pressing against my clit just hard enough to make my knees buckle. "And you want me to clean you up, don’t you?"

I whimpered, my head falling back against the pillow. "Yes."

His chuckle was dark and triumphant. "Good." His fingers left my pussy, and before I could protest, he brought them to his mouth, licking them clean with a slow, deliberate swipe of his tongue. "Mmm. You taste even better like this, used!!"

His other hand tangled in my hair, yanking my head back just enough to force me to meet his gaze. "But I am not starting with just my tongue, Silky."

His lips brushed the shell of my ear, his breath hot. "I am starting with my cock."

Our lips crash together.

It’s not a kiss—it’s a claiming. My mouth is hot and demanding, my tongue sweeping past his lips to tangle with his, teasing and taunting until he groans into me.

I tasted like sin and something sweet, like I had been sucking on candy while I waited for him. His hands slide up to cup my breasts, thumbs circling my stiff nipples, and I arch into the touch with a whimper, my fingers tangling in his hair.

Five minutes.

We continued to kiss for five fucking minutes, lost in the slide of tongues and the press of bodies, the way my teeth graze his lower lip just hard enough to sting before soothing it with a flick of my tongue.

Erik’s cock throbs between us, trapped against my stomach, leaking pre-cum that smears against my skin. He can feel my heartbeat against his palm, my breath coming faster, my hips starting to rock in tiny, restless movements.

“Fuck, you’re good at this,” I gasped against his mouth, my nails scraping down his back. “For a virgin.”

Erik doesn’t have a clever comeback. He’s too busy drowning in the way my body responds to him, the way my nipples tighten under his thumbs.

His mouth left mine, trailing wet, open-mouthed kisses down my throat and my collarbone until he reached the swell of my left breast. He doesn’t tease. He doesn’t ask. He took, his lips sealing around my nipple, sucking hard.

“Oh—!” My back bowed over the bed, my fingers clutching his shoulders. “Yes—just like that, don’t stop—”

He doesn’t. He lavished his attention on me, his tongue swirling around the stiff peak before he pulled back just enough to let the cool air hit it, making me whine. His hand squeezed my other breast, fingers kneading the soft flesh as he moved closer to my right nipple, giving it the same treatment—sucking and nipping—until I was panting and my thighs started trembling around his hips.

“Erik, please—” I begged, my voice raw. “I need—fuck—”

He knows what I needed.

His mouth trails lower, following the dip of my waist and the flare of my hips, his lips pressing kisses to the soft skin of my inner thighs.

The scent of my arousal was intoxicating, musky, and rich, and when he finally reached my pussy, he didn't hesitate. His tongue dragged through my folds, gathering my wetness, savoring the way I tasted—sweet and tangy and me.

“Fuck!” My hands fly to his hair, my thighs clamping around his head as he dives in, licking and sucking at my clit before spearing his tongue inside me.

I was already dripping, my juices coating his chin, my hips bucking against his face as he fucked me with his mouth. “Yes—just like that, baby—oh god, your tongue—!”

He groaned against me, the vibration making me shudder. He can feel me getting closer, my muscles tensing, and my breath coming in short, sharp gasps. He pulls back just enough to growl, “Gimme that pussy drink, gorgeous." "Let me taste your cum.”

I hit the plateau with a cry, my back arching as my orgasm crashed over me, my release flooding his mouth. He swallowed every drop, lapping at me until I was oversensitive, my hands pushing weakly at his shoulders.

“Too much—too much—” I giggled breathlessly, but there’s no real protest in it. I was enjoying it.

Erik crawled up my body, his cock aching, the tip already slick with pre-cum, his movements jerky with need.

I watched him through heavy-lidded eyes, my lips swollen from the heavy kissing, my skin flushed. “Are you going to fuck me now, Erik?” I murmured, my hand sliding down to cup my pussy, fingers teasing my entrance. "Or are you going to make me beg for it?”

He doesn’t answer with words.

He lined himself up, the thick head of his cock pressing against my slick opening, and then—

Finally—

He thrust homeward.

Erik’s hips snapped forward, and soon his thick cock got buried in me. My back arched off the black silk sheets, my breath hitching as I took every inch of him, my inner walls clenching around his shaft like a velvet fist. A low, throaty moan spilled from my lips, my fingers digging into the muscular planes of his back as I pulled him closer, my nails leaving half-moon marks in his skin.

“Fuck, you’re deep,” I gasped, my voice rough with need.

My legs locked around his waist, heels digging into the small of his back, urging him on. The angle shifted, his cock grinding against that sensitive spot inside me, and my eyes fluttered shut for just a second before snapping open again, dark and glittering with challenge.

A slow, wicked smirk curled my lips as I rolled my hips against him, taking him even deeper. “Think you can handle me, big boy?”

Erik groaned, his thrusts stuttering for just a second at the taunt.

His cock twitched inside me, already throbbing with the need to release, but the way I was looking at him—like I dared him to try—sent a jolt of determination through him.

He gripped my hips harder, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh as he pulled back and slammed into me again, the slap of skin against skin echoing through the room. “I can give you exactly what you need,” he growled, his voice rougher than before, the nervous stumble in his words replaced by something darker, hungrier.

My laugh was a breathless, sultry thing, my body already trembling beneath him. “Oh, baby,” I purred, my hands sliding up to tangle in his hair, yanking his mouth down to me.

Our lips crashed together, tongues tangling in a filthy, wet kiss as I rocked my hips against him, my pussy fluttering around his cock.

“Let’s make this interesting,” I whispered against his mouth, my breath hot. “See how many times you can make me come before you let yourself finish.”

My teeth grazed his lower lip, biting just hard enough to make him hiss. “Think you can last that long?”

A shiver ran down Erik’s spine, his cock jerking inside me at the challenge.

The idea of me coming apart beneath him, over and over, my body milking him dry while he held back—fuck, it was almost enough to make him lose control right then. But he wouldn’t. Not yet.

He pulled back just enough to meet my gaze, showing his determination. “You’re gonna be begging me to stop by the time I’m done with you,” he promised, his voice a low rumble.

I answered him with a smirk that was pure sin.

“Promises, promises,” I taunted, but my voice hitched as he then shifted his angle, his cock dragging against my G-spot with every slow, deliberate thrust.

My nails raked down his back, my legs tightening around him as my breath came in sharp, needy gasps. “Fuck—right there,” I whimpered, my head tipping back against the pillows, my throat exposed.

Erik didn’t hesitate. He leaned down, his lips sealing over the sensitive skin of my neck, sucking hard enough to leave a mark as his hips piston into me, his cock swelling inside my tight, dripping heat.

I started soaking him, my arousal coating his shaft, the obscene sounds of their fucking filling the room.

Every time he bottomed out, my body jerked, my tits bouncing with the force, my nipples hard little points begging for attention.

Erik released my neck with a wet pop, his mouth descending on one taut peak, his tongue swirling around it before he sucked it between his lips, biting down just enough to make me cry out.

“Oh god—!” My back bowed off the bed, my pussy clenching around him so tightly it stole his breath. He could feel me getting closer, my inner walls fluttering, my thighs trembling where they were locked around him.

Erik released my nipple with a filthy, wet sound, his lips trailing up to my ear.

“Gonna come for me, baby?” he murmured, his voice rough, his cock throbbing inside me. “Gonna let me feel that tight little cunt milking me while I fuck you through it?”

His teeth grazed my earlobe, his thrusts never faltering, his hips snapping against mine with a force that had the bed creaking beneath us.

“Y-yes—fuck, yes!” My fingers clawed at his shoulders, my body coiling tight, my breath coming in ragged, desperate pants.

“Make me—make me come, you fucking tease—!”

Erik groaned, the filthy demand sending a fresh wave of heat through him.

He reached between them, his fingers finding my clit, which was already swollen and throbbing. He circled it once, twice—then pinched just hard enough to make me scream.

The sensation was remarkably strong and all-encompassing!

My back arched, my body locking up as my pussy clenched around his cock in rhythmic, desperate pulses, my walls fluttering, my juices gushing around his shaft.

A broken, keening cry tore from my throat, my nails digging crescents into his skin as I rode out the waves, my hips jerking against him, and my breath coming in sobbing gasps.

“That’s one,” Erik growled, his voice rough with satisfaction as he continued fucking me through it, his cock swelling inside me, his balls drawing up tight. Fuck, it felt incredible, my pussy gripping him like I never wanted to let go.

He could already feel his own release building, the pressure coiling low in his gut, but he didn't, not yet. He still had a challenge to win.

My eyes flew open, glazed and half-lidded with pleasure, and my lips parted as I panted. “Fuck… you’re good,” I breathed, my voice trembling.

But then that wicked smirk was back, my body still trembling from the aftershocks as I rolled my hips against him, my pussy clenching around his cock like I was already hungry for more.

“But I dare you to do it again.”

Erik’s cock twitched inside me at the challenge, his grip on my hips tightening. Oh, I wanted to play? Fine. He’d play.

He pulled out slowly, his cock glistening with my arousal, and before I could even whimper at the loss, he flipped me onto my stomach, yanking my ass up into the air.

I let out a surprised yelp, but it turned into a moan as he gripped my hips, his thumbs digging into the soft flesh as he lined himself up again.

“Hold on, baby,” he murmured, his voice dark with promise.

And then he slammed back into me, his cock burying itself to the root in one brutal thrust.

My cry was half shock, half pleasure, my fingers scrambling against the sheets as I pushed back against him, taking him even deeper.

“Fuck—! "Yes!" I gasped, my voice muffled against the silk.

Erik didn’t give me time to adjust. It was exactly what I’d asked for, my body meeting every thrust, greedy for more, his hips snapping against my ass, the sound of flesh slapping flesh filling the room, his balls swinging heavy between his legs.

“You like that, huh?” he grunted, his cock thrusting in and out of my dripping pussy, my juices coating his shaft, dripping down my thighs. “Like when I fuck you like this?”

His hand came down on my ass with a sharp crack, the sound echoing through the room. I yelped, my body jerking, but then I was pushing back against him, my moans turning desperate.

“More,” I demanded, my voice rough. “Harder—fuck me harder—!”

Erik groaned, his cock throbbing at the filthy demand. His hand came down on my ass with a sharp crack… The sting made me gasp—and then push back for another. His palm leaving a pink print on my pale skin, and then his fingers were digging into my hips, his thrusts turning brutal, his cock slamming into me with enough force to make the whole bed shake.

My pussy was dripping, my arousal coating his cock, my inner walls clenching around him, and my moans turning into broken, needy sobs.

“Gonna come again for me, baby?” he growled, his voice rough, his cock swelling inside me. "Are you going to let me feel that tight little cunt milking me while I fuck you like the sex goddess you are?”

“Yes—!” My voice was a desperate whine, my body trembling, my pussy again fluttering around his cock. “Please—please, I’m so close—!”

Erik reached around, his fingers finding my clit again, rubbing in tight, relentless circles as he fucked me, his cock pounding into me with deep, punishing strokes.

“Then come,” he commanded, his voice a dark snarl. “Come on my cock, baby. Now.”

My orgasm crashed over me with a scream.

My pussy clenched around him, my walls pulsing, my juices gushing around his shaft as I again came, my body shuddering, my breath coming in ragged, sobbing gasps.

Erik groaned, his cock throbbing inside me, his balls drawing up tight as he fucked me through it, his hips snapping against my ass, and his grip on my hips bruising.

“That’s two,” he growled, his voice rough with satisfaction. But he wasn’t done. Not yet.

He pulled out slowly, his cock glistening with my arousal, and before I could even catch my breath, he flipped me onto my back again, his hands gripping my thighs, spreading them wide.

My chest heaved, my tits bouncing with every ragged breath, my pussy swollen and glistening, and my juices dripping down my ass.

Erik’s cock twitched at the sight, pre-cum beading at the tip. Fuck, I was perfect. And I was his—for now.

He lined himself up again, his cock pressing against my slick entrance. “Ready for round three, baby?” he murmured, his voice dark with promise.

My lips curled into a breathless, challenge-filled smirk. “Ummm… Make me.”

A dark, hungry smirk twisted his lips as he grabbed my breasts, squeezing them together around his shaft.

"Fuck, you feel too good," he growled, his voice rough with need. "Gonna paint those pretty tits with my cum, baby."

I arched my back, my nipples dragging against his chest as I moaned, "Do it. Mark me."

With a guttural groan, Erik thrust his hips forward, his cock sliding between the soft flesh of my breasts, the head emerging with each stroke.

His rhythm grew frantic, his balls tightening as he chased his release. I licked my lips, my fingers digging into his forearms, urging him on.

"Come on, give it to me," I whispered, my voice dripping with filthy promise.

Then, with a final, shuddering thrust, Erik erupted.

Thick ropes of cum splattered across my chest, my collarbone, and my chin—hot and sticky, dripping down my skin. I didn’t hesitate.

I caught the next spurt on my tongue, my eyes locked onto his as I swallowed, a slow, deliberate moan vibrating in my throat.

"Mmm, fuck, you taste good," I purred, lapping at the cum coating my lips before leaning forward to take the last few drops straight from his tip.

Erik’s breath hitched, his cock twitching as I cleaned him with slow, teasing strokes of my tongue. "Jesus, you’re insatiable," he muttered, pulling back with a wet pop as his softened length slipped from my grip.

He wiped a thumb across my lower lip, smearing the last of his release before stepping back.

Erik left after we kissed, and I was lying there appreciating myself for handling, and handling well, three hungry bachelor lovers and, more importantly, emptying all of them.

I am a sex goddess, still thirsty to get pleasured-filled. Where?