Ruined

Claire lifted off Phil’s face, turned around, and straddled his hips in one smooth motion. She reached down, lined him up, and sank onto his cock in a single slow drop until she was fully seated.

Phil’s hands flew to her thighs. Claire didn’t give him time to adjust. She started riding him with deep, deliberate rolls of her hips, palms flat on his chest, eyes locked on his.

“Tomorrow night I’m going to let that man do whatever he wants to me,” she said, voice steady even as she took him to the root on every stroke. “I’m going to walk into that hotel room, get on my knees, and thank him for letting me choke on something that big. I want him to hold my head and use my throat until I’m a mess.”

She ground down harder, circling her hips so he felt every inch.

“Then I’m going to get on my back, spread my legs, and watch him force that monster into my cunt. I don’t care if it hurts. I want him to stretch me until I can’t close my legs properly. I want him to pin me down and just breed me. Deep. Over and over. I want him to talk about how loose and ruined your wife’s pussy is while he fills it.”

Phil was already close. Days of edging had him leaking and twitching inside her. Claire felt it and only rode him faster, voice dropping into pure filth.

“I might let him have my ass too if he wants it. Or make me clean his cock with my mouth after he’s finished in me. Maybe I’ll stay for a second round. Maybe I’ll let him film everything so you can watch your wife take the biggest black cock of her life and beg for more. When I come home I’ll still be open and leaking. You’ll see exactly what he did to me.”

Phil’s breathing turned sharp and desperate. His hips jerked up to meet her. Claire felt his cock swell and throb hard, the telltale signs he was right there.

The second she knew he was past the point of no return she lifted off him completely.

Phil’s cock slapped wetly against his stomach, shiny and dark, pulsing hard as the orgasm hit with nowhere to go. Claire wrapped both hands around him immediately, grip tight enough to hurt, and stroked him through it with short, punishing twists.

Phil’s back arched. A broken, frustrated groan tore out of him as the ruined orgasm ripped through his body. Thick ropes of cum pulsed out of him, but the hard grip and the sudden lack of any tight heat made the pleasure twist into something sharp and incomplete. Claire kept her fists locked around him, milking every spurt while she watched his face with calm satisfaction.

When the last weak pulse left him she gave his oversensitive cock one final firm squeeze and let go.

Phil lay there shaking, chest heaving, cock still twitching and messy against his stomach. The orgasm had been forced out of him and stripped of any real relief.

Claire wiped her sticky hands on his thigh, picked her phone back up, and casually reopened the conversation with the man who owned the massive cock.

“Tomorrow,” she said quietly, almost to herself. “You’re going to watch me walk out of here knowing exactly where I’m going. And when I get back you’ll still be aching from this.”

She glanced down at Phil’s ruined, dripping cock and smiled.

“Good boy.”