A Heavy Load

Malik’s fingers dug into your hips, his thrusts turning jagged and uneven as his control frayed. “You want this load, don’t you?” he snarled, his voice rough with the edge of his own release. “Beg for it."

Your body arched against him, shame and need warring in your chest as the words tumbled out,broken, filthy, true. "Please, please fill me up, I need it,need you to pump that load deep inside me!" Your voice cracked on a sob as his hips stuttered, the slap of skin turning wetter, obscene. Malik’s groan was guttural, his fingers biting into your flesh as he shoved you down onto him even harder, "Keep going white girl!"

Malik’s growl vibrated through your chest as he pinned you above him, his thrusts turning possessive, deep, claiming you. “Say it again,” he demanded, his thick cock pulsing inside your clenching walls. "Beg me to breed that tight little cunt.”

Your thighs trembled, slick with sweat and arousal, as you gasped the filthy words he craved: “Breed my tight white pussy, daddy!"

Malik’s hips bucked wildly as his cock swelled even thicker inside you, his release surging up in hot, pulsing ropes that flooded your trembling cunt.

“Take it, bitch,” he snarled, grinding deep as his cum painted your walls, each throb of his shaft forcing another thick jet into your clenching depths. Your body jerked helplessly against him, oversensitive and shaking as his seed spilled past your stretched rim, dripping obscenely onto the floor beneath you.

The moment his cum flooded your depths, your body convulsed around him, your cunt clamping down in rhythmic spasms as another orgasm tore through you. "F-fuck!" you sobbed, nails biting into his shoulders as the heat of his release triggered wave after wave of pleasure, your walls milking him greedily. Malik groaned through clenched teeth, his cock twitching as he emptied himself deeper, his grip bruising on your hips. "That's it, take every drop," he growled, grinding his swollen tip against your quivering cervix as the last pulses of his cum painted your insides.

Malik’s grip on your hips loosened as the last pulses of his release spilled into you, his breath ragged against your sweat-slicked skin. With a grunt, he lifted you off his cock, your trembling legs barely able to support you as your feet touched the floor. A thick strand of cum trailed between his still-hard shaft and your dripping cunt, glistening under the dim light. His fingers dug into your waist as he steadied you, his dark eyes raking over your wrecked body with possessive satisfaction.

Malik’s laughter was dark and rich as he dragged his fingers through the sticky mess between your thighs, smearing his cum across your flushed skin. “Look at you,” he taunted, gripping your chin to **** your gaze downward. “Dripping like a fucking whore who can’t even hold my load.” Your pussy clenched weakly, another trickle of seed spilling down your trembling inner thighs as if to prove his point.

Your mind suddenly snapped back, what just happened played through your mind. You looked down at yourself, and back at Malik. You'd just let him fuck you, submitted completely. Why had you let this happen. The drip of cum between your legs worried you more, this was the third load you'd taken today, and this one was the heaviest. Oh god, no way you weren't pregnant now. You felt like throwing up.

"What the fuck is happening here!" A voice from the doorway shouted.