Hughs calling

Mara rolled her hips in tight circles, grinding down on every inch of Dre's cock buried inside her. She could feel him everywhere — stretching her walls apart, the thick head pressing against her cervix every time she dropped her weight. She'd never been this full. It was almost too much. Almost.

"Fuck, you're so deep," she whimpered, her palms flat on his broad chest for balance. Her pussy was making sounds she'd never heard come out of her own body — wet, obscene squelching with every movement, her cream visible in a thick white ring around the base of his dark shaft.

Dre gripped her hips hard enough to bruise and lifted her before slamming her back down onto his cock.

"FUCK!" Mara screamed. Her tits bounced violently with the impact, her whole body jolting.

He did it again. And again. Using her like she weighed nothing, jackhammering up into her sopping cunt while pulling her down to meet each thrust. The bed was slamming against the wall — THUD. THUD. THUD. — and Mara's moans had turned into high, broken wails that didn't even sound human.

Squelch. Squelch. Squelch.

"That's it," Dre grunted. "Take this dick. Bounce on it. Show me what that white pussy can do."

Mara planted her hands on his chest and took over — rising up until just the tip was inside her and then dropping her full weight down, impaling herself, feeling his cock slam into her deepest spot with a **** that made her eyes cross. She set a brutal pace, her ass clapping against his thighs with every drop — CLAP. CLAP. CLAP. — her pussy gripping him so tight she could feel every ridge, every vein dragging against her swollen walls.

She wanted to ruin him. She wanted to be the best fuck he'd ever had. Better than every girl before her. She wanted him to think about this pussy for the rest of his life.

"Am I the tightest you've ever had?" she panted, riding him harder. Faster. Her cream was everywhere — coating his cock, his balls, pooling in the crease of his thighs. The wet sounds filling the room were filthy.

Dre's jaw clenched. His fingers dug into the meat of her ass. "Fuck— yeah. This pussy is ridiculous. Gripping my cock like a fist."

"Better than those other girls?" Mara ground down and squeezed — clenching her pelvic floor around him as tight as she could, milking his shaft with her internal muscles.

"Shiiit—" Dre's hips bucked involuntarily. "Fuck. Do that again."

Mara did it again. And again. Clenching and releasing in rhythm with her bouncing, her soaked pussy making a schlck-schlck-schlck that was almost as loud as the headboard cracking against the wall. She could feel his cock twitching inside her — throbbing harder — and it sent a surge of power through her. She was making this huge, dominant man lose control.

"I want to be the best you've ever fucked," she said, looking straight into his eyes. "I want you to never forget this pussy."

"You crazy," Dre groaned. "You a crazy white bitch and this pussy is — fuck — you're gonna make me—"

Then Mara's phone lit up on the nightstand.

Hugh calling.

The buzz of the vibration was loud against the wood. They both saw it. Mara's rhythm faltered — just for a second — that flash of guilt cutting through the fog of pleasure.

She reached to decline it.

"Nah." Dre caught her wrist. "Don't touch it. Let it ring."

Mara froze, impaled on his cock, Hugh's name glowing in the dark room. The phone buzzed and buzzed against the nightstand, rattling like an accusation, and then went silent.

1 new voicemail.

Dre smiled up at her. That predatory smile. "Play it."

"What?"

"Play that voicemail. I want to hear what your little boyfriend has to say while you're stuffed full of my cock."

"Dre, I can't—"

He thrust up — hard — and Mara's protest dissolved into a moan that came from somewhere primal.

"Play. It." He thrust again. Holding himself deep. She could feel his cock pulse inside her, pressed against her cervix, demanding.

Mara's hand was shaking as she reached for the phone. She put it on speaker. Hugh's voice filled the bedroom — small, tinny, pathetic against the sounds of their heavy breathing.

"Mara... hey, it's me. Look, I'm sorry about earlier. I know I fucked up."

Dre started fucking her again. Slowly this time. Long, deliberate strokes — pulling almost all the way out so she could feel the thick head stretch her entrance, then driving all the way back in until his balls pressed against her ass. Making her feel every single inch while her boyfriend apologized in the background.

"...I love you, Mara. I really do. I know I haven't been showing it lately but..."

Squelch. Dre's cock plunged back in. Mara bit her lip so hard she tasted copper, trying not to moan over Hugh's words.

"Don't hold it in," Dre whispered. He grabbed both her hips and pulled her down hard while thrusting up — bottoming out with a **** that punched the air from her lungs.

"OH GOD—" Mara cried out, then slapped her hand over her mouth. The voicemail was still playing.

"...I'm gonna come home in the morning, okay? First thing. We'll talk it out. I'll make it up to you, I promise. I'll do whatever it takes..."

"Whatever it takes," Dre repeated, mocking, as he drilled up into her. His pace was building now — faster, harder, the wet SLAP SLAP SLAP of her ass against his hips almost drowning out Hugh's voice. "He gonna make it up to you? He gonna fuck you like this?"

"No," Mara gasped. She didn't even think about the word — it just fell out. "No one fucks me like — ahh — like this—"

"Louder."

"NO ONE FUCKS ME LIKE YOU, DRE!"

"...I miss you already. I'll see you tomorrow morning. I love you, Mar. Bye."

Beep. End of voicemail.

The silence of Hugh's absence filled the room for exactly one second before it was obliterated by the sound of Dre flipping Mara onto her back. He moved so fast she gasped — one second she was on top, the next her back hit the mattress and Dre was between her legs, towering over her, his cock slapping heavy and wet against her stomach. It reached past her navel. She could see the outline of where he'd be inside her.

"Your man's coming home in the morning," Dre said. He grabbed her ankles and pushed her legs up — up and back until her knees were beside her ears, her pussy completely exposed, gaping slightly from the stretching it had already taken. Wet. Swollen. Cream dripping down over her asshole and onto the sheets. "That means I got all night to ruin you."

He lined up and slammed in. No warning. One brutal stroke that buried him to the hilt.

"FUUUCK!" Mara's scream ripped through the room. Her hands clawed at the sheets, her back arching off the mattress. In this position he was impossibly deep — she could feel him in her stomach, pressing against places that made her vision white out at the edges.

Dre didn't give her time to adjust. He set a punishing pace — WHAM. WHAM. WHAM. WHAM. — his hips piston-driving, his heavy balls slapping against her ass with every downstroke, the wet SQUELCH of her flooded pussy barely audible under her screams and the relentless crack of the headboard into the wall.

"This pussy is MINE tonight," Dre growled through gritted teeth, sweat beading on his forehead, his muscular arms caging her in. "Say it."

"It's yours!" Mara sobbed. Her eyes were rolling back, tears streaming into her hair. She could feel her orgasm building — a monstrous, towering thing — pressure expanding in her core like nothing she'd ever felt before. Not with Hugh. Not with the vibrator. Not with anyone. "It's yours, it's yours, I'm yours—"

"When your man comes home tomorrow and kisses you good morning," Dre panted, driving deeper, harder, his cock coated in a thick froth of her cum, "this pussy is still gonna be full of my nut. He's gonna taste me on your lips. He's gonna smell me on your skin. You understand?"

"YES! Fuck — yes — I don't care — just don't stop — DON'T FUCKING STOP—"

Mara wanted to break him. Even now, pinned and pounded and barely conscious from pleasure, that competitive fire burned. She squeezed him — clenched as hard as she could around his pistoning shaft — and watched his rhythm stutter. She rolled her hips up to meet his thrusts, matching his **** with her own hunger, her pussy gripping and pulling at him like it was trying to swallow him whole.

"Cum in me," she begged. Demanded. "I want to feel you cum inside me. Fill me up. I want to be dripping with you when Hugh walks through that door—"

Dre's eyes went dark. Something animal took over. His thrusts became savage — short, deep, bruising — his entire bodyweight behind each one, the bed groaning beneath them, Mara's whole body jerking up the mattress with each impact before he yanked her back by the hips.

CLAP. CLAP. CLAP. CLAP. CLAP.

"I'm cumming," Mara announced because it was already happening. Her entire body seized. Her pussy clamped down on Dre's cock like a vice — spasming, pulsing, gushing — a rush of wetness flooding around his shaft and soaking the sheets beneath her. Her scream came out silent — mouth open, eyes wide, every muscle locked as wave after wave ripped through her harder than anything she'd ever felt in her life.

"FUCK—" Dre slammed in one final time and held. Deep. As deep as he could go. His cock swelled — she could feel it expand inside her fluttering walls — and then erupted. Hot. Thick. Rope after rope of cum pumping directly against her cervix, flooding her insides until she could feel it overflow around his shaft and leak out of her stretched, abused pussy in a warm trickle down her ass.

He stayed inside her, twitching, pulsing, emptying everything he had while Mara's legs trembled uncontrollably around his waist.

The room was silent except for their ragged breathing. The sheets were destroyed. Mara could feel Dre's cum pooling inside her — heavy, warm, claiming. Her phone sat on the nightstand with Hugh's voicemail notification still on screen.

Dre didn't pull out. He shifted his weight onto his elbows and looked down at her — wrecked, tear-streaked, cum-filled, glowing.

"What time he say he's coming home?" Dre asked.

"Morning," Mara whispered.

Dre smiled. His cock was still inside her. Still half-hard. She could feel it stiffening again already.

"Good," he said. "We got time."