Chapter 183 Addicted To His Dick
I stared. My pussy clenched hard around nothing.
He stepped closer, rubbed the fat head along my slit—up and down, slow, teasing my clit with every pass. The heat of him was unreal. Slick sounds filled the room as he coated himself in my wetness. “You want this?” he asked, voice low and rough. “Want me to stretch this neglected little cunt open?”
I nodded frantically, hips lifting, chasing the pressure. “Please—Jax, please—”
He pushed in.
The first inch burned in the best way—thick, unyielding, forcing my walls to spread around him. I gasped, nails digging into the edges of the bench. He went slow, letting me feel every ridge, every vein, until he was buried to the hilt. My pussy fluttered wildly around him, trying to adjust to the stretch. He was so deep I could feel him in my stomach.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” he groaned, hands gripping my hips hard enough to bruise. “So fucking wet and tight for me.”
Then he started to move.
Hard. Deep. The bench creaked under us as he fucked me in long, punishing strokes. Every thrust slammed home, his balls slapping against my ass, the wet sound of my pussy taking him echoing off the mirrors. I could see us in the reflection—my tits bouncing with every thrust, my face flushed and desperate, his powerful body driving into me like he owned me.
I came again—sudden and sharp—screaming his name as my walls clamped down around his cock, milking him. He didn’t slow down. He just growled and fucked me through it, hips snapping faster.
“Turn over,” he ordered, pulling out with a wet pop.
I scrambled onto my hands and knees, ass up, back arched. He grabbed my hips and slammed back in from behind. The new angle hit even deeper. I cried out, pushing back to meet every thrust. In the mirror I watched everything—his thick cock disappearing into my pussy, stretching me wide, my ass rippling every time he bottomed out. He reached around and rubbed my clit in tight circles, and I came a third time, sobbing, thighs shaking so hard I almost collapsed.
He slapped my ass—sharp, stinging—and I moaned louder. “That’s it, my best client,” he panted, voice strained. “Take this cock. Show me how bad you needed it.”
I was gone. Just raw, animal need. He fucked me like that for what felt like forever—deep, brutal, possessive—until sweat was dripping down both our bodies and the room smelled like sex and desperation.
Then he pulled out again, sat on the bench, and yanked me onto his lap. I straddled him, sinking down onto his cock in one smooth motion. He filled me completely. I started riding him—slow at first, then faster, grinding my clit against his pelvis with every roll of my hips. His hands were everywhere—squeezing my tits, pinching my nipples, gripping my ass to help me move.
“Look at you,” he growled, eyes locked on where we were joined. “Fucking yourself stupid on my cock. So beautiful when you let go.”
I came one last time—long and rolling, my whole body shuddering as I ground down hard and let the orgasm crash through me. My pussy spasmed around him, pulling him deeper, and I felt him swell inside me. He groaned my name, hips jerking up as he came—hot, thick pulses flooding me, so much it leaked out around his cock and dripped down my thighs.
We stayed like that, panting, sweaty, his arms wrapped tight around me. I could feel his heart hammering against my chest. My body felt loose and used and perfect. Worshipped, finally.
After a minute he kissed my shoulder, soft. “Same time tomorrow,” he murmured against my skin. “Bring that hunger.”
I nodded, still dazed, his cum slowly leaking out of me as I stood on shaky legs. I dressed in silence, thighs sticky, pussy throbbing with aftershocks. Guilt tried to creep in on the drive home—Mark’s face flashing in my mind—but it couldn’t touch the heat still burning under my skin.
I was addicted.
And tomorrow couldn’t come fast enough.