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Chapter 6 by Kristobal Kristobal

What happens next?

He makes her beg

He stayed buried to the hilt for a long, punishing moment, his cock pulsing deep inside her, the weight of his body heavy at her back, his hands firm on her hips. Emily trembled beneath him, thighs slick, arms braced, body stretched open—aching, ****.

Then he pulled out. Slow.

Her pussy clung to him, trying to keep him inside. She gasped, the emptiness sudden and unbearable, a whimper catching in her throat.

He hovered just at her entrance now. The tip of his cock rested against her soaked slit—warm, swollen, twitching.

“Let’s see if you’re really learning,” he said quietly. “You want it back?”

“Y-yes—please—”

“One inch at a time.”

Her heart stopped.

“What?”

“You heard me. You want to be filled again?” he said, nudging just barely forward, parting her lips. “Then beg me for the first inch.”

Her face burned. Her breath came quick. Her pussy throbbed around nothing.

“Please… give me the first inch. I need it—”

He pressed in. Just the head. The first thick ridge stretching her.

She cried out.

He held there.

“Next.”

“Please—nngh—please the second inch—fuck—give it to me—”

He gave her more. Another slow push.

Her inner walls clutched tight, already trembling, her back arching with need.

“Third.”

“Please, I want the third inch—I want it so bad—I need to be filled—”

Another inch slid in, the slick squelch of her cunt loud and obscene in the quiet room.

He was barely halfway.

And she was falling apart.

“Fourth,” he said.

She sobbed. “Yes—yes—please, I want the fourth inch—I can take it—please—”

He gave it to her. Buried deeper. Her pussy stretched wider, fuller, slick gushing down her thighs.

“Fifth.”

“Please—I need it—I want the fifth inch inside me—fuck—don’t stop—”

Another thrust.

She shook under him now, every nerve alight, every breath a moan.

“Sixth,” he growled.

“Yes—yes—please the sixth—fill me up—fuck—I want it so much—”

“Seventh.”

Her voice broke.

“Please—I want all of it—I want the seventh inch—I’ll beg forever, just don’t stop—please—please—please—”

He slammed the rest of the way in.

Emily screamed.

Her whole body jerked as his cock bottomed out, thick and hard and deep, her pussy stretched around every last inch.

And he didn’t move.

He just leaned over her, mouth at her ear, his cock twitching deep inside her.

“That’s how you beg,” he whispered. "Now we do it again."

What does he do now?

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