If You Have To Ask, You're Not Worthy Of This Chapter

I leaned back against a stack of wrestling mats, chest heaving, my cock still twitching from the aftershocks of that insane titjob. Ricole knelt there in front of me, looking like a glazed pastry with my cum painted across her heavy tits, dripping down her neck and even a few streaks on her pink hair. She wiped a thick glob off her chin with two fingers and sucked it clean without missing a beat, flashing me that same lopsided, popular-girl grin like she’d just finished a casual snack.

“Damn, Ward,” she said, voice husky but still carrying that effortless tease. “You really unloaded. My tits are gonna need a whole bottle of lotion after this. Worth it though. That thing of yours is a goddamn firehose.”

I couldn’t help but laugh, still catching my breath. The storeroom smelled like rubber, old sweat, and now sex. My mind was buzzing. Sarah had been incredible, but Ricole was something else — that confident, bubbly energy mixed with total obedience made my cock stir again way faster than it should have.

I reached down and grabbed her hand, pulling her up to her feet. Her cum-slick breasts pressed against my chest as I looked her in the eyes.

“Hey.”

Her expression blanked instantly, that glassy hypnotic stare returning. Perfect.

“Ricole, we’re moving to the main event now,” I told her, voice dramatically low for no reason other than to cover up my excitement. “As one of the sexual services you provide for me, you’re going to fuck me now. Ride me hard, make it feel as good as possible. Use that tight pussy like it was made for my cock. After we’re done, you’ll clean me up with your mouth, get dressed, and act completely normal — but you’ll feel satisfied and already looking forward to tomorrow.”

I let go of her hand and said, "Hey."

She blinked, the spark returning to her eyes. A slow, hungry smile spread across her face as she glanced down at my rapidly hardening cock. “Finally,” she purred, pushing me back onto the pile of thick mats. “I was wondering when you’d ask for the full service. You’ve been staring at my ass all week, haven’t you? Don’t lie.”

She straddled me without hesitation, her thick thighs flexing as she positioned herself over my lap. Her shaved pussy hovered just above my cock, already glistening again. Those massive tits swayed heavily with every movement, still shiny with my earlier load. She reached down, wrapped her fingers around my shaft, and rubbed the swollen head along her slick folds, teasing us both.

“Fuck, you’re so big,” she moaned, biting her lip. “Gonna feel this for the rest of the day.”

Then she sank down.

The first inch stretched her open, drawing a sharp, needy gasp from her throat. I gripped her wide hips, fingers digging into soft flesh as she worked herself lower, taking more and more of me until her ass rested against my thighs. She was impossibly tight and soaking wet, her inner walls clenching around me like a velvet fist.

“Oh my God, Ward,” she breathed, eyes half-lidded in pleasure. She started rolling her hips experimentally, grinding her clit against me before lifting up and slamming back down. The sound of our bodies meeting filled the storeroom — wet, rhythmic slaps mixed with her increasingly loud moans.

I reached up and grabbed two handfuls of her heavy tits, squeezing them roughly as she rode me. Her pink hair bounced wildly, strands sticking to her sweaty face and neck. She planted her hands on my chest for leverage and picked up speed, bouncing on my cock with shameless enthusiasm.

“Harder, Ricole. Ride me like you mean it,” I grunted while thrusting up to meet her. She grinned down at me, that sassy fire still burning even while she was impaled on my dick. “Yes, sir. Whatever the customer wants.”

Her pace turned frantic. She fucked me like her life depended on it — deep, powerful strokes that made her ass jiggle and her tits slap against her chest. Every time she bottomed out, she let out these cute, desperate little moans that went straight to my balls. I could feel her getting close, her pussy fluttering and squeezing tighter around me.

“I’m gonna cum,” Ricole whined, grinding down hard and circling her hips. “FUCK, Ward, I’m fucking cumming on your co-OOOCK!”

Her whole body tensed, thighs shaking as her orgasm hit. She threw her head back, pink hair flying, and let out a long, throaty moan that echoed off the walls. Her pussy spasmed wildly, milking me as she rode through the waves.

That was all I could take. I grabbed her hips and slammed up into her, burying myself as deep as possible as I exploded. Pulse after pulse of cum flooded her tight cunt, filling her until it started leaking out around my shaft with every twitch.

We stayed locked together for a minute, both panting. Eventually she lifted off me with a wet pop, a thick trail of our mixed juices running down her thigh. Without being told, she slid down my body and took my softening cock into her mouth, sucking and licking me clean with gentle, thorough strokes of her tongue.

When she finally pulled off, she looked up at me with a satisfied, slightly dazed smile. “Mmm. Tastes even better after it’s been inside me.”

She stood up, stretched like a cat, and started gathering her clothes. A few minutes later she was dressed again, looking like the same untouchable hot girl from English class — albeit with slightly messier hair, a faint glow on her cheeks and maybe a little bit of cum on her left tit that stained her shirt a little.

“Same time tomorrow?” Ricole asked casually, adjusting her shirt over those magnificent tits. “Don’t be late again, Ward. I might have to deprive you of my services.” She winked, blew me a kiss, and slipped out of the storeroom like nothing unusual had happened.

I lay there on the mats for a second longer, staring at the ceiling with a stupid grin on my face.

Message from #MaxDMagnificentGoat:

Hell yeah, Ward! Pink-haired titty girl down. Jeez, that was fucking hot.

I chuckled and sat up, already thinking about tomorrow. Raine’s week away was already starting to feel less like an inconvenience and more like an unseen opportunity - an opportunity to turn Ricole Laurens into his personal hole.