Yes

"Y..yes," you whimpered. “Then beg for it,” he snarled, his voice thick with dominance as his fingers twisted tighter in your hair, forcing your face up to meet his dark, mocking gaze.

Your lips trembled, breath coming in shallow gasps as humiliation burned through you—yet your hips rocked forward, slick heat betraying just how much you craved it.

"P-please," you whimpered, voice breaking as his cock slapped against your cheek again, leaving a sticky trail of precum. "Please, I need it... need your Big Black Cock in my little white pussy." The words tasted filthy on your tongue, but you couldn’t stop them, your body arching shamelessly toward him.

Malik’s laugh was dark and rich as he dragged the swollen head of his cock down your throat one last time, letting you **** before pulling back. “Damn right you do,” he sneered, gripping your chin hard enough to bruise. “Girls like you, pretty little white sluts, don’t belong to weak-ass white boys. You were made for Big Black Cock. Made for me. Made for Tyrone.”

The mention of Tyrone made you remember his dick pics from earlier, it only turned you on more.

Malik’s smirk widened as your breath hitched, your submission fueling his dominance. “Damn right you agree,” he growled, dragging his cock along your lips, smearing spit and precum in a filthy claim. His free hand gripped your throat, not enough to ****—just enough to remind you who owned this moment. “Say it again.” Your voice trembled, but the words spilled out like a prayer. “I, I was made for BBC…” The admission sent a shudder through you, your pussy clenching around nothing, aching to be filled.

That’s right," he growled, "Now tell me—what do you think of those limp little white dicks compared to this?" He slapped his shaft against your cheek again. Your lips parted, you remembered your own, it was nothing like this, even Barrys fathers couldn't compete, you trembled around the truth he demanded. "P-pathetic," you gasped, voice breaking. "They’re nothing… n-nothing like BBC." The words burned with humiliation, but your hips rocked forward, **** and slick.

Malik’s laugh was a dark rumble as he pressed the thick head of his cock against your trembling lips. "Tyrone called it the second he saw you," he sneered, dragging his shaft down your chin, leaving a glistening trail. "Knew you were just a little BBC slut begging to be claimed. I was envious he got to you first, but I knew I'd get a chance"

Your breath hitched as his words coiled hot in your belly, your thighs slick with need. "Please," you whimpered, voice ragged, nails digging into your own skin as you arched toward him. "I can't, I can't take it anymore. Fuck me"

Malik’s grin was predatory as he leaned down, his breath hot against your ear. “Fuck you with what, slut?” he demanded,.

"Fuck me with your Big Black Cock,” you gasped, the words spilling out in a **** whimper, your body trembling beneath him. “It,it owns me. I’m just a stupid white slut for BBC, please,”

“Damn right it does,” he growled, he dragged you up by your hair, and grabbed your hips, as he hauled you off the ground like you weighed nothing. Your legs dangled for a second before he yanked them apart, forcing your knees to hook over his thick forearms, leaving your pussy exposed and dripping in the air. The cold bite of humiliation burned through you as he adjusted you like a toy, spreading you wider, his dark eyes raking over your slick folds with a smirk.

“Look at you,” Malik sneered, dragging the blunt head of his cock through your wetness, teasing but not giving you what you craved. “Already leaking like a bitch in heat."

You were shivering, aching as his thick dick carressed your dripping cunt. You couldn't believe it, but you needed it. Badly.