Police Officer Wrecks My Pussy In His Red Room (8)
He moves back to my head and I watch, panting as he smoothly adjusts the bench I’m lying on.
It hinges slightly, tilting my head back and down until it hangs just over the edge, his dick inches from my face.
The machine’s relentless motion takes my breath away, making my neck arch and my vision swim.
“Don’t you dare,” Klaus commands. “Keep your eyes on me.”
My eyes snap open immediately.
I watch him take off the condom and grab a wipe from the shelf, wiping his cock slowly.
He seems to be obsessed with cleanliness.
His heavy hand cups my jaw next.
His fingers are tight before he delivers a light, stinging slap to my cheek. The shock makes my head snap slightly.
“Open your mouth, Alexa,” he commands, his voice low and devoid of warmth. “Let’s see how much you truly love to scream.”
I obey, heart hammering in my chest.
My jaw drops open, my tongue slick with anticipation.
He steps closer, and then he is upon me. His massive hot dick is pressed against my chin before he slams it into my mouth.
He shoves hard past my teeth, past my throat, until the base of his shaft presses against my nose.
I can’t breathe.
I’m gagging uncontrollably. Tears streaming from my eyes.
My hands twitch toward him, but the angle makes them useless. My chest heaves, and I feel a shiver run from my toes to my throat; not just from fear, but from a twisted longing I can’t name.
My vision narrows to the glint of Klaus’ eyes, and my thoughts scatter like ash in the wind.
“You like making noise, ey?” he snarls, his voice muffled by the fullness of my mouth. “Go ahead, make a sound now. Scream for me, Alexa!”
All I can produce are choked, desperate whimpers.
I feel something in me break. The last flicker of resistance dissolves, leaving only the sharp, addictive edge of needing him. Pleasing him is all that exists.
“Choke on it, you stubborn little whore,” he snarls, his hand gripping the back of my head, holding me steady for the brutal insertion.
He pulls back just enough for me to breathe, then he shoves back in so deep that my stomach clenches and tears spill onto the bench beneath my head.
“Breathe,” he says calmly. “I decide when you panic.”
I can feel the dark orgasm beginning to build in my core. My eyes begin to roll back and my entire body shakes.
“Stop!”
He pulls out of my mouth and I gasp a searing lungful of air, his eyes pinning me with a terrifying intensity. “You will not come yet. If you dare come for that filthy machine, the punishment will be so much worse.”
He answers my gasp by filling my mouth again.
My body is on the brink of a shatteringly beautiful climax, and I am expected to stop it?
It’s an impossible demand, yet I desperately try to clench and pull the feeling back from the edge.
But stopping myself takes more effort than my body can give. My stomach tightens, muscles trembling against the bench as a shocking hot gush escapes me.
My eyes fly open wide in disbelief and humiliation as urine pours out of me, soaking the skin beneath my hips and running down the bench, my body spasming beyond control.
My gaze flick to Klaus just in time to see his eyes widen. Then a slow, possessive satisfaction spreads across his face
He’s not disgusted. He actually looks impressed.
Heat floods me before thought catches up.
I should be ashamed. But my body feels good.
I let go instead of panicking.
This isn’t wrong.
The satisfaction in his expression tells me enough.
“Good girl,” he murmurs, his tone dangerously soft, yet dominant. “Lose control for me. Just like that.” He leans down, his expression hardening again. “But you will not cum on some fucking piece of plastic. You are going to cum on my cock. Understand?”
I nod vigorously, my eyes wide and glistening with residual tears and the humiliation of my release.
I try to plead with my eyes for him to let me breathe.
To let me have his cock inside me already.
Thankfully, he pulls out of my mouth with a thick, wet sound.
I draw a massive, shuddering breath, coughing to clear my throat.
My lungs burn.
He turns swiftly and walks back toward my hips.
He flicks a switch and the low, steady thrum of the dildo ceases. The abrupt emptiness is agonizing.
“Will you disobey me again, Alexa?”
“N-no,” I choke out, my voice raspy and small. “Never again, Klaus.”
He reaches between my thighs and with a quick, slick movement, he pulls the tool out.
He grabs another condom from the shelf, his eyes holding mine as he tears the wrap and rolls it onto his magnificent cock.
He pauses again, wiping his hands before touching me… as if control matters more than urgency.
Then, he positions himself, pressing his cock tip against my slick opening.
He doesn't tease this time. He drives forward in a single powerful thrust, reclaiming the space.
“You’re mine now, little mouse. Completely mine,” he growls, pinning me with his sheer size. “Every tear, every drop of piss, every moan—it’s all for me. Tell me how deep I am.”
“So deep,” I pant, my hands balling into fists on the restraint. “Please… oh, please, Klaus… fuck… fill me—”
He keeps thrusting hard. Fast. A devastating pace that leaves no room for thought.
“Good girls get rewarded,” he murmurs, slamming into me. “You’re tight, wet… delicious… and you’re mine. I’m going to make you shatter. You’re going to empty yourself onto my cock right now. Come for me, Alexa…”
The command hits me with the force of his body. It’s a key turning in a lock, a verbal permission that my broken body instantly accepts. The wave I had tried to hold back crashes over me, violent and complete.
A guttural scream tears from my throat as my core seizes.
I convulse around him, feeling the hot, liquid release.
Everything inside me gives way at once. It sprays onto his cock and onto his hard stomach, leaving no doubt how good it feels.
“F-fuck!” he lets out a raw shout, his face contorted in a mask of primal need as my climax steals his control.
His body tense, his hips buck one last time and he groans my name, his own release flooding into the condom deep inside me. He wraps his hands around my legs, spent and utterly dominant.
My hips still quiver, sore and raw, but heat clings, making me ache for more. Part of me can’t help but savor the way he claimed me. Every thrust, every gasp, every trembling surrender.
If my body could speak, it would definitely thank me for this.
And something tells me that this won’t be the last time officer Klaus takes me.