James uses her.

“Still, you can get me hard and, if you’re a good girl, then I’ll let you get me off.”

Kendall whines on his lap, holding his hands with her own hands and urging him to manhandle her. “Oh, I’ll be a good girl, James. I promise you, I will.”

James laughs. “Yeah? You gonna be my good girl slut?”

“Yes,” she hisses, grinding against his swelling manhood.

James sucks one hard nipple into his wet mouth. Drooling over her as he nurses her, he growls like an animal in heat. She moans against him, cupping his head and grinding her clit against his root. She chews her bottom lip as her eyes close, and James releases her long enough to slap her tits and say, “Then call me daddy, slut.”

“Yes, daddy!” Kendall moans as he returns to sucking her. Grinding him, she reaches down with both hands to hold his fat shaft against her pelvis. He is wet from her arousal and growing only wetter with each movement of her hips. It isn’t fucking, but it feels just about as good. “Oh God, daddy. You feel so good. So good and big against me.”

Releasing one breasts and holding it with his teeth, James swats her ass before holding her by the waist. Kendall coos as pain and pleasure mingle inside of her. “Now, don’t you come,” he growls around a mouthful of tit. “You ain’t allowed to come until I do.”

Kendall groans. Panting slowly, she nods and takes to stroking him in place of grinding him. It gives her less pleasure, but it leaves her equally satisfied. Staring down into his blue eyes, she purrs. “Mm. Yes, daddy. I’m sorry.”

Even in her sex-drunken state, Kendall can recognize how degrading it is to call him daddy. Men often want to infantilize their women, and though it usually disgusts Kendall, she finds it arousing with James. It is just another tiny way in which he controls and dictates her, another tiny **** in a long list, only she is warped right now, distorted by her pleasure and by her lust. At this point, he could do almost anything, and it would likely turn her on.

James switches breasts, chewing her nipples carefully, bringing her pain but disguising it at pleasure. “You like stroking my dick, don’t you?”

Kendall allows a small, distant smile. She is removed again, a way from the pain and the pleasure, now just a vessel for his satisfaction. “I do,” she says, gathering his hot precum in her fingers and spreading it along his pussy-slick shaft. Unable to see him, she finds that he feels even larger in her hands. She still wishes that she could fuck him, but she is excited to have him explode across her stomach. “God, James--daddy--it’s only been two days, but you’ve made me come so many times, I have to catch up.” She purrs again. “Mm. I cannot wait to see you come again!”

Holding him, stroking him against her cleft, Kendall is frightened by her own arousal. She is drunk on him, forgetting herself in her awe. Holding him to her crotch, she is struck by just how deep he really goes once he is inside of her. Outside of her, he stretches to her belly button and just passed it. Considering that, and then comparing his girth to her unopened labia, she is astonished that she can fit him inside of her at all. She figures it is no surprise that she has to ice herself after they fuck--a person can only stretch so far.

Holding him to her body, Kendall slows down. She strokes him from crown to root, marveling at both his length and girth. Holding him in two hands, she can join her fingers, but one hand isn’t enough. Each downstroke stretches his skin back, exposing his shiny red crown, slick with precum. James watches, too, impressed both by his size and by the power he has over Kendall. Reaching out, he takes her by the hair with one hand while mauling her breasts with the other.

“God, you got such fat titties.” Tugging her hair hard, James draws a grasp from Kendall as she stares into his cold, angry eyes. Holding her firm by the left tit, he lifts it to her mouth, holding the nipple to her lips as he tilts her head down. She still hates him, but reflecting on hazy memories of ****, she is having trouble remembering why. “Suck them. Suck these fat titties of yours.”

“Yes, daddy,” she whispers breathlessly and, obeying him, sucks her own nipple. She can taste James’ cold saliva on her flesh, and it is the closest thing to a kiss that they have shared. Thinking that, she mewls, gushing on his cock, coming hard just from the taste of him. Grinding against him on instinct, she wets his pubic hair and balls as James laughs.

“The fuck, slut. Did you just piss on my dick or something?”

Kendall whines around her nipple, releasing it reluctantly to speak. “No. I just came. I came for you.”

Still laughing, James smacks her with his free hand before smacking her tits, too. “Dumb bitch. I told you not to come before me.” Shrugging, he shoves her from his lap and guides her to her knees. Kendall kneels between his legs and stares at his gleaming shaft, massive in length and girth and glistening with her arousal. “Am I turning you on, Kendall?”

Kendall groans in response as James rubs himself along her cheek. He leaves her juices smeared across her cheek and clinging in her hair, but she doesn’t mind. The powerful smell of him fills her nostrils and confuses her, overwhelming her softer, more feminine scent. Taking hold of his cock, James swings it around and slaps it against her face, leaving a wet print where it lands. Kendall smiles in response and takes to sucking his balls, savoring him as she sucks him. James, holding her in place, groans.

“That’s fucking right. Show me how much you love my dick!” He gives her another smack while holding her by the hair. “You never should have left me.”

Confused and horny, Kendall finds herself in agreement. Supporting herself on his meaty thighs, she breathes him in, sucks his pubic hair, drinks in his sweat and her arousal, and all she can think of is how much better James is than Jackson. She still loves Jackson, and she appreciates his kindness. In all her life she never thought a man could be as sweet as him, but she also never knew a man could have an eleven-inch dick or James’ thick cum.

James holds his shaft to her forehead, impressing upon her his incredible size. Staring up his length while nursing his balls, Kendall accepts that no man could ever compete with him. Furthermore, she is certain that no normal woman could ever accommodate him and is now convinced of how much he has changed her. Even if she didn’t have to obey his every command, which she clearly does, Jackson could never take her back and keep her satisfied.

“Want cum, Kendall?”

Mewling and slurping, Kendall pants into his pubic hair.

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