Taking in the heat

“Please! Please! Ryan…” she pleaded, voice breaking between the deep thrusts.

“Fuckkk… Shhhh, be a good girl and just take it.” He laughed under his breath and slapped her across the face hard enough to snap her head to the side. He looked down at her tear-streaked face, eyes dark with heat, and kept driving into her without slowing.

His powerful, deep strokes forced broken moans out of her even as she tried to stay quiet.

“Ah… Ah… Ah… please…”

Ryan reached down and wrapped one big hand around her throat, squeezing just enough to make her breath hitch and her eyes go wide. He held her there, pinned by the neck and by the thick cock stretching her open, and fucked her even harder. The wet, filthy slap of his body against hers echoed off the wooden walls of the sauna. Every thrust drove the heavy length of him all the way in, forcing her to take it whether she wanted to or not.

“Fuck, I should have done this way earlier,” he growled, voice rough with pleasure. “Love myself a tight white bitch like you.”

Isabella’s hands flew up to his wrist, trying to pry his fingers away from her neck. Her nails dug into his skin, but he only tightened his grip and kept pounding into her. Tears ran freely down her temples now, mixing with the sweat that already covered both of them. Every deep stroke forced another helpless, broken moan out of her throat. She could barely breathe around the pressure of his hand, and the lack of air only made the thick cock inside her feel even more overwhelming.

“Ryan—can’t—breathe—”

He eased his grip just enough to let her suck in a ragged breath, then squeezed again while he continued to fuck her with long, punishing strokes. The bench creaked under the force of it. Isabella’s legs trembled. Her tits bounced with every impact. She kept trying to push him away, but her strength was fading fast in the oppressive heat.

Without warning Ryan pulled out, leaving her empty and clenching around nothing. Isabella gasped, still trying to catch her breath, but he gave her no time to recover. He hooked his hands under her arms and hauled her up off the bench like she weighed nothing. She struggled weakly, legs kicking, voice cracking as she told him to put her down, but he simply turned, sat down heavily on the wooden bench, and dragged her with him.

He forced her to straddle his lap, knees on either side of his thick thighs. The fat head of his black cock nudged against her dripping entrance again. Isabella tried to rise up, tried to keep him from pushing back in, but Ryan’s hands locked around her waist and dropped her straight down onto him in one brutal motion.

The full length of his cock speared up into her so deeply she cried out. Her hands slapped against his shoulders for balance. Ryan groaned loudly, both hands immediately locking onto her tits, gripping them hard enough to make the soft flesh bulge between his fingers.

“That’s it—sit on it. Take every fucking inch.”

He started fucking up into her from below, powerful thrusts that lifted her slightly with every stroke before gravity dropped her back down onto his cock. At the same time he mauled her breasts without mercy, squeezing, lifting, and digging his fingers deep into the soft weight of them. Every time she tried to rise up he yanked her back down by the tits, forcing her to stay fully impaled.

“Ah—Ryan—too deep—please—”

“Shut up and bounce on it,” he ordered, voice rough. He leaned forward and sucked one of her nipples back into his mouth while he continued to fuck her, teeth grazing the sensitive peak as his hips slammed upward. His hands never left her breasts, gripping them like handles while he used her body.

Isabella’s head fell back, mouth open, tears still slipping from the corners of her eyes. The new position made him feel even bigger. The thick head of his cock punched against the deepest part of her with every upward thrust, forcing broken sounds out of her throat she couldn’t control. Ryan kept her locked in place, hands crushing her tits, mouth wet and greedy on her nipples, while he fucked her with long, punishing strokes that made the bench creak beneath them.

He only pulled his mouth away long enough to speak against her wet skin.

“Gonna ruin this tight white pussy. Gonna make sure you feel me every time you sit down for the next week.”

Then he latched back onto her breast and kept thrusting up into her, using her body without any restraint. Isabella sobbed and moaned above him, nails digging into his shoulders, still trying to lift herself off even as her strength failed. Every time she managed to rise a few inches he slammed her back down, burying himself to the hilt again with a wet, heavy sound.The heat of the sauna wrapped around them both, thick and inescapable. Sweat poured down their bodies. Ryan’s hands never stopped mauling her tits—squeezing, slapping, pinching the nipples—while his cock continued to stretch her open with every powerful upward thrust. Isabella’s protests grew weaker, more broken, until the only sounds left were the wet slap of skin on skin, her helpless moans, and Ryan’s low, satisfied growls as he took exactly what he wanted.