Rick takes Eve into the bedroom

Rick carried Eve into the master bedroom like she belonged there—towel barely clinging to her dripping curves, platinum hair leaving wet trails across his shoulder. The room smelled like him: clean sheets, faint cologne, the lingering musk of a man who owned every inch of this space. The bedroom door was wide open. But there was no need to close it. Susan was still at work. Still hours away from coming home. The house was theirs.

He tossed her onto the king-sized bed—gentle enough not to hurt, rough enough to make her bounce. The mattress dipped under her slight weight, then again as Rick climbed on, knees spreading her thick thighs wide without asking. Eve’s legs fell open on instinct, pussy still swollen and leaking from the shower load, inner lips puffy and glistening under the low bedroom lamp.

“Look at this little hole,” Rick growled, voice thick with hunger. He hooked two thick fingers into her entrance and spread her open—slow, obscene. Cum from earlier bubbled out in a slow white trickle, mixing with fresh slick. “Already gaping for me. Still so fuckin’ tight though. Perfect little white toy.”

Eve whimpered, hips rolling up toward his hand. “Please… Rick… need it again…”He didn’t make her beg long.

Rick flipped her onto her stomach first—face down, ass up. Classic. He grabbed her tiny waist with both hands, thumbs pressing into the dramatic dip above her hips, and yanked her back until that heart-shaped PAWG ass was presented high and proud. Cheeks spread naturally from the position, pussy winking at him, still drooling his seed.

He slapped one globe—hard. The crack echoed. The flesh jiggled for seconds after. Eve yelped, then moaned, pushing back for more.

“Built for this,” he muttered, lining up. The fat, curved head kissed her entrance—still slick from the shower—and he didn’t ease in this time.

One brutal, full-length thrust.

All eleven inches slammed home in a single stroke.

Eve screamed into the pillow—high, shattered, pure overwhelmed pleasure. Her walls stretched impossibly around him, fluttering like they were trying to milk him dry already. The bulge in her lower belly was visible again, obscene proof of how deep he was buried.

Rick didn’t give her time to adjust.

He started pounding.

Hard. Fast. Merciless.

The headboard slammed against the wall with every stroke. Her fat ass rippled like waves crashing—cheeks clapping loud enough to drown out her moans. Each thrust drove the air from her lungs in sharp, breathy cries: “Ah—fuck—Rick—too deep—oh God—don’t stop—!”

He used her like a fleshlight made just for him. Hands locked around that cinched waist, pulling her back onto his cock while his hips snapped forward. The curve of his shaft dragged relentlessly over her G-spot, then hammered her cervix on every downstroke. Wet squelching filled the room—her pussy gushing around him, soaking his balls, dripping onto the sheets in dark patches.

“Take it,” he growled. “This is what this body was made for. Not some gamer-boy dick. This perfect PAWG hole was built to get wrecked by black cock.”

Eve came almost immediately—back arching, toes curling, a fresh gush squirting out around his pistoning shaft and spraying his thighs. Her walls spasmed violently, trying to lock him in place, but Rick just fucked through it—harder, deeper—drawing the orgasm out until she was shaking, babbling nonsense into the pillow.

He flipped her again without pulling out—rolled her onto her back, hooked her short legs over his shoulders, and folded her in half. Missionary now, but brutal. Her knees nearly touched her tits as he drove down into her, using his full 230 pounds to pin her to the mattress. Every thrust bottomed out with a wet slap, balls smacking her ass, the head bullying her deepest spots.

Eve’s eyes rolled back. Mouth open in a constant silent scream. Drool leaked from the corner of her lips. Her tits bounced wildly with every impact, nipples hard and dark against pale skin.

“Cum for me again,” Rick ordered, one hand sliding between them to rub rough circles over her swollen clit. “Show me how much you love gettin’ bred.”

She did—instantly. Another violent orgasm ripped through her, pussy clamping down like a vice, milking him in rhythmic pulses. Tears of overstimulation leaked from her eyes, mixing with the sweat on her cheeks.

Rick’s rhythm finally faltered. His cock swelled thicker inside her fluttering cunt—veins throbbing against her walls.

“Gonna fill you up one more time,” he rasped. “Gonna pump this little womb so full you’ll be leakin’ me for days.”

He buried himself to the root—hips grinding in slow, deep circles—and exploded.

The first rope hit like a punch—hot, thick, blasting straight against her cervix. Then another. And another. Pulse after massive pulse, flooding her completely. Her belly swelled visibly from the volume, a soft roundness appearing just above her mound. Cum **** its way back out around his shaft in thick white rivers, running down her ass crack and soaking the sheets beneath her jiggling cheeks.

Rick stayed locked inside her through every spurt, grinding slow and deep, making sure every drop stayed buried as far as it could go. Eve twitched and whimpered beneath him—overstimulated, cock-drunk, blissed out—pussy still fluttering weakly around the monster stretching her.

When the last pulse finally ebbed, he eased out slowly. A huge glob of cum poured from her ruined hole the second the head popped free—thick, pearly, obscene. Her pussy gaped for a moment, pink and puffy, before slowly trying to close around nothing.

Rick looked down at the tiny blonde mess he’d made of her: hair wild and matted, tits heaving, thighs trembling, cum leaking everywhere, that perfect PAWG ass still quivering from the pounding.

He smirked, satisfied.

“Damn, shorty. You took that like you were born for it.”

Eve managed a dazed, fucked-stupid smile—lips swollen, eyes glassy.

Rick finally collapsed beside her on the massive bed, chest heaving, dark skin slick with sweat that glistened under the bedroom lamp. His cock—still thick and heavy even soft now—lay against his thigh, glistening with the combined mess of their hours-long marathon. He rolled onto his side, one massive arm draping possessively over Eve’s tiny waist, pulling her plush curves flush against him like she was already his to keep.

“Fuck… you’re somethin’ else, shorty,” he rumbled, voice gravelly and spent. His breath was hot against the back of her neck. “That pussy took everything I had. Better than any fantasy I ever had about a girl built like you.”

Eve—still trembling, pussy throbbing with the deep ache of being stretched and filled over and over—managed a weak, blissed-out hum. Cum leaked steadily from her ruined hole, pooling between her thick thighs and soaking the sheets beneath her jiggling ass.

Rick’s hand squeezed one fat cheek lazily, then gave it a final, affectionate pat. “You gotta come over more often. Whenever you want. Door’s always open for Ethan’s 'girlfriend'.” He chuckled low, already half-asleep. “Tell that boy he better keep you happy… or I might just steal you for good.”

Eve whispered a soft “mmhmm,” too fucked-out to form real words. Rick’s breathing evened out within minutes—deep, satisfied snores rumbling from his broad chest. He was out cold, one arm still slung over her like ownership.

She lay there for a few minutes...wondering what she does next.