Chapter 194: A Hole For Me

David’s POV

Her soft grind brought me back to the sweet reality.

I didn’t ease into it…I gripped her waist with bruising force and started slamming her down onto me, flesh smacking wetly against flesh, the bedframe rattling, her tits bouncing wildly in my face.

She rode me like she was possessed, grinding her clit against my pelvis, pussy gushing around my cock, soaking my balls, the sheets, the air thick with the obscene squelch of her cunt taking me. I seized her tits hard, pinching her nipples until they darkened, twisting until she screamed, her walls spasming.

The harder I mauled her, the faster she fucked me…hips rolling, circling, milking me so tight I saw stars. Sweat poured down my chest, mixing with hers, dripping between her breasts. I flipped her beneath me in one savage move…she squealed, legs wrapping around my waist, heels digging into my ass…and then I was pounding into her, brutal, punishing, the headboard cracking against the wall. My palms slammed the mattress beside her head, sweat flying with every thrust, my balls slapping her ass so hard the sting shot up my spine.

She clawed my back, nails carving bloody furrows, raking down to my ass and pulling me deeper. Her masked face tilted back, lips parted, moans spilling like filth…“Harder, daddy, fucking ruin me”…her pussy fluttering, squirting around my cock in messy spurts that soaked my thighs.

I dragged her to the edge of the bed, bent her over, and slammed into her from behind…gripping her hair in one fist, yanking her head back until her spine bowed, my other hand cracking across her ass hard enough to leave a handprint.

My thrusts were savage, each one shaking the bedframe, my cock dragging through her soaked walls, the wet slap of my balls against her clit echoing. She pushed back, ass rippling with every impact, pussy creaming down my shaft, dripping onto the floor in thick strands.

“Fuck,” I snarled, losing control, ramming into her like I was trying to split her open. She was so wet, so tight, every thrust sent shocks up my spine, her cunt sucking me in like it was starving.

I spun her again…lifted her clean off the bed, her legs locking around my waist…and slammed her against the wall beside the pole. The impact rattled the frame; her back arched, tits crushed to my chest. I fucked up into her, one hand under her ass, the other fisting her hair, her juices running down my balls, splattering the floor with every brutal thrust.

She came with a scream, pussy clamping so hard I saw white, squirting again…hot, messy, soaking my stomach, my thighs, the wall behind her.

I dropped to my knees, still inside her, and flipped her onto all fours on the rug…face down, ass up. I spread her cheeks, spat on her hole, and drove back in, the angle vicious. My thumb pressed into her ass, knuckle-deep, twisting as I fucked her cunt, her body shaking, moans turning to sobs. I pulled out, slick with her, and shoved into her ass in one merciless thrust…she shrieked, pushing back, taking every inch until my balls slapped her dripping pussy. I fucked her there, ruthless, one hand reaching around to rub her clit in frantic circles, the other spanking her raw until she came again, ass clenching, milking me dry.

When I finally came, it was body-wrecking…my release tore through me, cock pulsing, flooding her ass with thick ropes until it leaked out around me, mixing with her squirt, running down her thighs in filthy rivulets.

I roared into her neck, biting down, hips jerking through every spurt until I was empty, trembling, and collapsed over her sweat-slick back.

I stayed buried, chest heaving, her body shuddering beneath me. My phone rang…Amber obviously…but I ignored it, aftershocks rippling through us both.

This wasn’t just sex. It was an exorcism. Brutal, filthy, soul-cleansing.

I pulled out slowly, cum and slick gushing from her gaping holes, pooling beneath us. I stumbled to the bathroom, tore the condom off (wait, no condom, fuck), splashed water on my face. My reflection was wrecked…eyes wild, lips swollen, beard scratched raw.

When I stepped back out, she was tangled in the sheets, thighs trembling, mask still firmly in place, cum still dripping from her. My cock twitched, already half-hard again, and I forced down a greedy gulp.

Fuck I want to go again.

She lay sprawled in the wrecked sheets, thighs falling open like an invitation carved in slick skin.

A slow, deliberate spread of her legs, knees bent, heels digging into the mattress, her swollen pussy glistening with our mess, cum still oozing from her ass in thick white rivulets. She didn’t speak…she didn’t need to. The way her hips rolled, the way her fingers traced lazy circles through the puddle between her thighs, said take me again, daddy, I’m still starving.

And lucky for her, I don’t turn down a good fuck.

A groan tore out of me, raw and involuntary. “Fuck,” I hissed under my breath, already ripping at the half-buttoned shirt I’d barely managed to drag on.

Pants shoved down, kicked aside, cock springing free, angry-red and leaking, veins throbbing with the need to be back inside that perfect, greedy cunt. The dinner party, Amber’s texts, the world outside, it could all burn. Extra cash was nothing…time was nothing. Only this.

I dropped over her like a storm, mouth latching onto one dark, swollen nipple, sucking hard enough to hollow my cheeks. She arched with a broken cry, fingers fisting my hair. I bit down, tugged, then soothed with my tongue, leaving the peak shiny and abused before moving to the other.

My cock pulsed against her thigh, smearing precome in sticky streaks, aching, but I forced patience. I traced a wet path down her stomach, tongue dipping into the hollow of her navel, tasting salt and sex and us. Lower. Lower. Until my shoulders shoved her thighs wider, knees hooked over them, her ass lifted clean off the bed.

I buried my face in her pussy, no preamble, just filthy, open-mouthed kisses, tongue spearing inside her, fucking her with it in deep, sloppy thrusts. She gushed around me, hips bucking, thighs trembling against my ears. I drank her down, every drop, nose grinding her clit until she sobbed. Then I rose up on my knees, her legs still slung over my shoulders, ankles by my neck, and slammed home.

The angle was obscene, her body folded nearly in half, pussy stretched wide around my cock as I pounded into her like the world was ending. My thumb found her clit, rubbing in brutal, slippery circles, slick with her squirt and my spit. She came instantly, back bowing off the bed, cunt spasming so hard it dragged a roar from my chest. I didn’t stop, just fucked her through it, hips snapping, balls slapping her ass, the wet schlick-schlick-schlick of her soaked pussy echoing off the walls. Another orgasm ripped through her, then another, until she was babbling, tears streaking the mask, body jerking with every thrust.

I wasn’t done. I’d never be done.

I hammered into her, relentlessly, the bedframe screaming against the wall, her legs still slung over my shoulders, ankles locked behind my neck. My thumb ground her clit in merciless circles, slick with her squirt, my spit, the mess of us.

Her pussy fluttered, then clamped down like a vise, another orgasm ripping through her so violently her whole body seized, back arching off the mattress, tits shaking, a guttural scream tearing from her throat. Hot liquid gushed around my cock, spraying my stomach, my thighs, the sheets, the air thick with the filthy scent of her release. I snarled, hips stuttering, but I didn’t stop…just fucked her through it, dragging out every spasm until she was sobbing, oversensitive, hips jerking helplessly.

“Again,” I growled, voice shredded. “Give me one more, Angel. Milk me fucking dry.”

I shifted, dropping her legs to wrap around my waist, and slammed deeper, the new angle letting me grind against her cervix. My free hand seized her throat…not squeezing, just holding, owning…thumb pressing the frantic pulse beneath her jaw.

Her eyes rolled back behind the mask, lips parted in a deep moan. I felt it building in her again, that telltale flutter, the way her walls started to ripple. My balls drew up tight, cock swelling inside her, the pressure unbearable.

“Come with me,” I rasped, teeth grazing her ear. “Now.”

She shattered. Her pussy locked down so hard it dragged me over the edge with her, a roar ripping from my chest as I came…thick, endless pulses flooding her, spilling out around my shaft, mixing with her squirt in a messy flood that soaked us both. My hips jerked through every spurt, grinding deep, marking her inside until there was nothing left, until I was shaking, vision whiting out, her name a broken chant on my tongue.

We collapsed together, a tangle of sweat and come and trembling limbs, my cock still twitching inside her, her walls fluttering with aftershocks. The room spun, red light pulsing like a heartbeat, the air heavy with the stench of sex and ruin. I buried my face in her neck, biting down, tasting salt and skin and obsession.

I forced myself to dress minutes later after cleaning up again.

“What’s your name?” I rasped. Because the heavens know I’ll be coming back for more of her.

“Candy,” she murmured, voice wrecked.

“Your real name.”

“It’s against the rules, sir,” she replied. “Ask the manager. Not me.”

I grunted, dressed in seconds, body lighter, mind razor-sharp. I had a dinner party to attend, and Holly? Whatever she had in store, I’d be ready.

For now, I was beyond satisfied.