Desire

Ryan ignored every protest.

He leaned down and yanked the sports bra up over her breasts in one rough motion, freeing them to the hot air of the sauna. Isabella’s tits spilled out, full and already slick with sweat. Before she could shove him away again he dropped his head and closed his mouth over her left nipple.

“Stop—Ryan, stop it!”

He sucked hard, drawing the tight peak deep into his mouth while his tongue dragged over it in wet, insistent strokes. His free hand grabbed her other breast and squeezed, fingers sinking into the soft flesh as he groped her without any care for how rough he was being. Isabella thrashed under him, wrists still pinned above her head, but the position left her almost helpless.

“Get off me—don’t—fuck, stop sucking—”

Ryan switched to the other nipple, sucking even harder, leaving it shiny with spit. He pulled back just long enough to look at the wet, stiff peaks he had made, then went back to mauling them with his mouth. Loud, wet sounds filled the small sauna as he licked and sucked and bit just hard enough to make her jerk. His hand kept kneading the breast he wasn’t sucking, thumb scraping over the nipple, pinching, tugging.

Isabella kept fighting.

“I said stop! Ryan, I’m going to scream—get your mouth off me!”

He only pressed her harder into the scorching wood and kept going. He pushed both of her tits together and buried his face between them, licking the deep valley of sweat and spit, then returned to her nipples, alternating between them with greedy, open-mouthed sucks. Spit ran down the undersides of her breasts. Every time she twisted he simply adjusted and kept her pinned, using his weight and the narrow bench against her.

After a long time he finally released her wrists, but only so both of his hands could go to her tits. He groped them heavily, pushing them up and together, squeezing until the soft flesh bulged between his fingers. Isabella immediately tried to shove him back and cover herself.

“Don’t touch me—Ryan, I’m serious, stop!”

He caught her wrists again, forced them back against the wall, and went right back to sucking. He was relentless. He licked wide, messy stripes across both breasts, then focused on the nipples again, sucking them until they were dark and swollen and shiny. Isabella’s breathing was ragged from the heat and the struggle. Every time she managed to pull one hand free he simply grabbed it again and kept her there while his mouth worked.

“You taste so fucking good,” he muttered against her skin, voice thick. “Been wanting these in my mouth for months.”

“I don’t care what you want—stop it!”

He ignored her. One hand dropped between her legs again, shoving the soaked crotch of her shorts aside. Thick fingers found her bare cunt and rubbed hard, spreading her open while he kept sucking her tits. Isabella cried out and tried to close her thighs, but his body was still firmly between them. He pushed two fingers into her without warning, thrusting them deep while his mouth stayed locked on her nipple.

“Fuck—take them out—Ryan, stop!”

He fingered her roughly, curling the digits, stretching her, all while his mouth and other hand continued abusing her breasts. The wet sounds of his fingers moving inside her mixed with the filthy noise of him sucking. Isabella kept struggling, hips trying to twist away, wrists pulling against his grip, voice breaking as she told him over and over to stop. He didn’t.

When he finally pulled his fingers out they were shiny. He wiped them across her left breast, leaving a slick trail, then stood up just enough to shove his towel down. His cock sprang free—thick, dark, heavily veined, and already fully hard. The size of it made Isabella freeze for a split second.

“No—Ryan, don’t you fucking dare—”

He didn’t give her time to finish. He hooked his hands under her thighs, hauled her hips to the edge of the bench, and lined the fat head of his black cock up against her cunt. Isabella shoved at his chest and tried to kick, but he was already pushing forward.

The thick head forced her open in one steady, relentless thrust. Isabella’s mouth fell open in a broken cry as he sank into her, inch after thick inch, stretching her far wider than she was ready for. He didn’t stop until his hips were flush against hers and every inch of that heavy cock was buried inside her.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he groaned, forehead dropping against hers for a second. “Jesus Christ.”

“Pull out—Ryan, pull out right now—you can’t—”

He started fucking her anyway.

Deep, powerful strokes that drove the thick length of him all the way in every time. The wet slap of his body against hers echoed in the small sauna. Isabella kept fighting, nails digging into his shoulders, trying to push him back, telling him to stop in a voice that cracked with every thrust. Ryan simply gripped her thighs harder, spread her wider, and kept pounding into her, using the slick heat of her cunt like he had every right to it.

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He leaned down again while he fucked her and sucked her right nipple back into his mouth, biting and licking as his cock speared her over and over. Isabella’s head fell back against the wood. Tears mixed with the sweat on her face. She could feel every ridge and vein of him dragging inside her, could feel how completely he filled her with every brutal stroke.

“Stop—please—Ryan, I can’t—”

“You can,” he growled against her breast. “You’re taking this cock so fucking well. Look at you.”

He fucked her harder, deeper, the bench creaking under them. One hand stayed locked on her thigh; the other kept mauling her tits, squeezing and slapping them between sucks. Isabella’s protests grew more broken, more desperate, but her body was trapped and open and forced to take every thick inch of him.

Ryan showed no sign of stopping. He kept her pinned, kept sucking her tits, and kept driving that big black cock into her with steady, relentless force while the heat of the sauna made everything feel even more inescapable.