Page 88 of Babies for the Big Shot

Not yet.

Because this is mine. Her body. Her sounds. The way she trembles every time I draw back just enough to make her whimper.

Her pussy is soaked, hot, tight, fluttering around me, still riding the aftershocks from coming on my hand. I drag my cock almost all the way out, then slam back in with enough force to make her cry out.

“Louder,” I growl. “Let the whole building know who owns you.”

She moans, broken and ragged. “You… fuck, Nick, you do.”

“Say it again.”

“You own me.”

Damn, the way she gives it to me, without hesitation, without pride, just hunger and need and submission so sweet it burns.

I grip her hips tighter, tilting her just right, and start pounding into her with ruthless precision. Each stroke hits deep. Relentless. Her wet heat clenches tighter every time I growl her name.

Her breath’s coming in sobs now. “Oh my god, yes… more…”

“You’re gonna take everything I give you,” I hiss into her ear, wrapping one arm around her waist, the other snaking up to press two fingers into her mouth. “Suck.”

She does. Obedient, desperate. Her tongue curls around my fingers, saliva coating them as her hips grind back to meet my thrusts.

“You like being used like this, don’t you?”

She nods, eyes glassy. “Yes, yes. Use me.”

Her walls flutter around me, letting me know she’s close again, so close it’s making me dizzy.

“You’re gonna come for me again,” I growl, wrapping my arm tighter around her waist, fucking her harder now, unrelenting. “I want to feel this pussy milk my cock before I ruin that pretty mouth.”

She chokes out a cry, body arching. “Nick, please…”

“That’s it, baby. Let go.” My voice is a snarl now. “Come for me. Right now.”

Her body jerks, trembling as her orgasm tears through her. She clenches around me, soaking and shaking, every muscle in her body going taut before collapsing in helpless waves. She sobs my name, voice cracked open with raw pleasure, and fuck, the way she breaks apart for me… it undoes me.

I lose my fucking mind.

I pull out of her soaking pussy with a wet pop and flip her again, dragging her to her knees between my spread legs. Her mouth opens before I say a word.

“Good girl,” I murmur, gripping the back of her head as she wraps her lips around me again. “That’s it. Take me deeper.”

She does. Without flinching. Her throat flexing, swallowing around the head of my cock as I guide her down, slow at first, then faster. Her eyes water, tears slipping from the corners, but she doesn’t stop.

Doesn’t want to.

Doesn’t need to.

Because this is her offering. Her power. Her worship.

She moans around me, saliva dripping down her chin as I fuck her mouth, hips starting to move now, shallow thrusts, just enough to feel the back of her throat close around me.

I’m so fucking close it’s torture.

My fingers tangle tighter in her hair. “Gonna come,” I warn, voice shredded. “Gonna fill that filthy little mouth of yours.”

She moans in response and swallows me deeper.