Chapter 95 Please Fuck Me Hard 🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️
Chapter 95
Precum leaked down my inner thighs as the leggings rubbed my sensitive spot perfectly with every thrust. A soft whimper escaped my lips with each deep push as the fabric stretched taut around my hips.
My hips started to move back onto his cock instinctively, fucking myself on his length through the hole. The way the torn fabric rubbed against my clit felt incredible, building my pleasure slowly and steadily. My moans grew louder and needier with each thrust.
"Mmmm, look at you…” He wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me back onto his cock harder with each thrust.
The other hand reached around to play with my clit through the soaked fabric of my leggings, rubbing it in circles as he fucked me slowly.
"Oh god..." I whimpered, feeling the pleasure building in my core.
“You like that?” He grunted behind me, the sound of his hips smacking against the back of my thighs echoing in the studio where he trained people.
My eyes rolled to the back of my fucking head as his fingers pressed harder against my clit, dick pounding into me simultaneously. “Don't stop! Please, don't fuckingㅡ” I whined, words breaking off into a breathy moan as his length brushed a spot I didn't know I had until him.
I wasn't thinking. I couldn't even think. Not with how he held me in place and pounded into me from behind, my body jerking off the floor as I scrambled for purchase but found none.
“Don't worry…” His other hand left my hips as he leaned forward, stomach pressed to my back as his hands found my boobs, squeezing and fondling them roughly. “I never planned on stopping until I fill you with my cum.”
An embarrassing whimper escaped me when his fingers tweaked my pebbled nipple. “Yesㅡ Yes! Fill me!” I whined.
He chuckled darkly against my ear, his pace quickening slightly but maintaining that slow, deep rhythm.
His hands squeezed my breasts roughly before sliding down to grip my hips tightly, pulling me back onto him with each thrust. "Such a dirty little girl...begging for my cum.”
His words made me whimper louder, my pussy clenching around him at the idea of being filled with his hot seed. He continued to fuck me slowly but deeply, his thick length hitting that spot inside me that made stars explode behind my eyes. “Ohㅡ”
Brandon suddenly pulled out almost completely before slamming back in, making me scream. He repeated this motion over and over, the slow build-up suddenly turning into deep, hard thrusts that had me seeing stars. His fingers continued to work my clit through the fabric, matching his rhythm perfectly.
"Fuck…” His thrusts became more urgent, his hips slapping against mine with each deep thrust.
I could feel his balls slapping against my pussy lips, the sound wet and filthy. His fingers worked my clit faster, the friction against the soaked fabric sending electric shocks through my body. "Ahㅡ”
I felt his cock swelling even more inside me, a sign that he was getting close. His fingers pressed harder against my clit, his other hand moving to wrap around my throat from behind, applying just enough pressure to make me gasp and moan. "Take it...take it all.”
His fingers rubbed my clit furiously through the fabric, his deep, hard thrusts pushing me over the edge.
I came undone around him, my pussy spasming and clenching as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me.
“Brandon!” I yelped out his name, my body shaking violently.
His name on my lips was all it took to push him over the edge.
With a low growl, he buried himself as deep as possible and held still, his hot seed shooting inside me in thick spurts that filled me up completely through the hole in my leggings.
"Fuuuck... yeah…” He continued to pulse inside me, his thick length twitching with each additional spurting of his hot cum.
He remained buried deep within me for what felt like an eternity before slowly pulling out, leaving behind a trail of our combined fluids soaking through the torn fabric of my leggings.
Without his hand to hold me, I collapsed to the floor feeling like a heap of bones.
His voice was firm behind me. “Let's clean up this mess. You should get going home.”
I wanted to protest. Tell him I wasn't going anywhere. But it was okay.
Tomorrow was another class and I could hardly wait.