Reach for your purse on the floor — maybe you can get another condom on him before it's too late.

1 Breedmore Lane, Maplewood Suburbs, at 8:58 PM on Friday October 31, 2024

I reach for the purse. I tell myself I'm reaching for the purse. My hand stretches toward the floor where I last saw it — fingers splayed, arm extending — but Derek chooses that exact moment to drive his cock into me with a deep, grinding thrust that presses his swollen head flush against my cervix, and my entire body seizes around him.

My arm goes limp. My fingers brush the strap of my purse and then fall away as a moan rips from my throat — guttural, desperate, nothing like any sound I've ever made before. His cock is hitting something inside me that sends cascading waves of pressure through my pelvis, my thighs, my curling toes. Every nerve ending between my navel and my knees is firing at once, and the rational thought that sent my hand reaching for that purse dissolves like sugar in boiling water.

"Where are you going?" Derek growls, his hips snapping forward again, burying himself to the root. His hands grip my hipbones hard enough to bruise, pulling me onto his thrusting cock. The wet, obscene sound of his shaft plunging into my soaked cunt fills the room — schlick, schlick, schlick — rhythmic and relentless. "Your pussy's squeezing me so hard, Luna. You think your body wants you to stop?"

"I need — the condom —" I gasp, but my voice is thin, reedy, swallowed by another thrust that makes my vision swim. My hand hangs uselessly in the air, inches from the purse strap, unable to close around it because every muscle in my body is locked in a spasm of pleasure.

"You're too late for that, baby," he breathes, and his pace increases — faster now, harder, his thick shaft stretching my walls with each brutal stroke. His thumb returns to my clit, pressing in tight circles, and the third orgasm that's been building since he first pushed inside me crests like a tsunami. "I'm already inside you. I'm already fucking your tight virgin cunt raw. And it feels too fucking good to stop."

"Derek — wait — I'm not —"

But he's not waiting. His hips piston forward with increasing urgency, his cock swelling inside me, the veins along his shaft pulsing against my clenching walls. I can feel him getting thicker, harder, his breathing turning ragged and desperate.

"I'm gonna fill you up, Luna," he groans, his forehead dropping to mine, those silver eyes burning into me from inches away. "I'm gonna pump my cum so deep inside your virgin womb you'll feel it for days. You were made for this — made to take a man's load in your pretty little pussy."

His thumb grinds against my clit and the orgasm detonates.

My pussy clamps down on his cock like a vice — violent, rhythmic contractions that milk his shaft as my entire body convulses beneath him. I'm cumming harder than I've ever cum in my life, my vision going black at the edges, a scream tearing from my throat as wave after wave of devastating pleasure rips through my core. My juices flood around his cock, gushing out around the tight seal of his shaft, soaking his balls, dripping down my ass onto the ruined couch cushion.

"Fuck — fuck —" Derek slams deep and holds, his cock buried to the hilt, and I feel it — the first hot, thick pulse of his cum erupting against my cervix. It's scalding. Molten. Rope after rope of thick semen flooding my unprotected channel, filling me, each throb of his cock pumping more inside. He groans like he's dying, his hips jerking in shallow thrusts that drive his cum deeper, and I can feel the heat spreading through my belly, the obscene fullness of his load pooling against my womb.

"Take it," he grunts, his cock still pulsing. "Take every fucking drop, Luna. Good girl. Good fucking girl."

My pussy is still spasming around him — milking, clenching — and I can feel his cum being squeezed around his shaft, thick white fluid seeping out around the base of his cock where our bodies are joined, dripping down onto the couch. The sensation of being filled — completely, irrevocably filled — sends aftershocks rippling through my orgasm, my walls fluttering and gripping him as if trying to pull his seed even deeper.

He collapses forward, his heavy body pressing me into the cushions, his cock still twitching inside me. His cum is hot in my belly. So much of it. I can feel it sloshing when he shifts his hips.