His fingers slid deeper into me, curling inside and stretching me in a way that made my pussy gush all over his hand.
"Listen to that," he growled under his breath, his eyes skimming over the mess I was making on his chair. "You're already wet all over. Bet you've been dreaming of having my dick splitting you open, huh?"
"Yes," I admitted breathlessly, too far gone to deny it.
His lips stretched into a grin, then he yanked his fingers out and unbuckled his belt. The sound of it made my stomach clench, anticipation burning inside me. His pants dropped to the floor, and when he shoved the chair back, I turned just enough to see him stroking the monster snake he called his cock–veiny, curved upwards. Just my kind of cock.
My mouth watered at the sight of the thick, long veiny dick leaking precum.
"You see this?" His voice was a filthy purr. "This is what is about to ruin your tattoo appointment."
I couldn't even breathe. I could only nod, eyes wide, my pussy throbbing hungrily.
He lined himself up, the fat head of his cock pressing against my soaked entrance. The stretch burned instantly, pulling a loud moan out of my throat, but he didn't give me a second to adjust. He slammed forward, burying himself to the hilt in me in one sudden thrust.
"Fuckkk," he groaned, throwing his head back in immense pleasure. "Tightest fucking pussy I've even been in."
I moaned, clutching the chair, my body arching as his cock split me open. The sting of the stretch mixed with the fullness until I couldn't tell if it was pleasure or pain tearing me apart.
He showed no mercy.
His hips pounded into me, each thrust deep and hard, the sound of his balls slapping my soaked cunt echoing through the room. My face pressed into the leather, my body shaking as he used me like I was nothing more than a hole for him to wreck.
"Take it," he snarled gripping my hair and yanking my head back. "Take this cock like you fucking wanted."
He pulled out halfway and slammed back in harder, deeper, making my ass bounce against his hip. Then his cock hit something inside me that made me scream.
"That's it," he gritted out through clenched teeth. "That's the spot, baby."
My pussy was drenched, the moisture extending down my thighs, soaking his cock every time he slammed into me. The filthy squelching filled the air, mixed with his groans and my cries.
"Feel how deep I am?" he groaned, slamming all the way into my pussy, resting his hips on my ass and breathing in my ear. "Nothing's ever gonna fill you as much as this cock. No toys, no fingers."
He was right. I had never felt anything stretch me to breaking point like his cock, nothing so monstrous and dominating. My body was unraveling, my nerves on fire, the orgasm building so fast I couldn't fight it.
"Please..." I begged. "I can't–"
"You can, baby." He shoved two fingers into my mouth, pressing them on my tongue as he fucked me harder, sweat dripping down his tattooed arms. "You're gonna cum all over my cock and make a mess on my chair. Do it, sweetheart. Now."
That command broke me.
I came with a scream, my pussy tightening around his cock like a vice, soaking his thighs with wave after wave of release. My thighs shook violently, my body collapsing forward, but he held me up and kept thrusting through my orgasm, prolonging my pleasure until I was sobbing from my sick enjoyment.
He grunted, his firm thrusts turning sloppy, and I knew he was also nearing his orgasm. His cock throbbed inside me, filling me with more precum, and I wanted it, wanted him to fill me with every filthy, sinful drop.
"Where do you want it?" he asked, his voice taking a rough edge as he thrust harder and faster. "Your pussy? Your fucking ass?"
"Inside," I rasped, dizzy with pleasure. "Cum inside me."
His eyes darkened, his grip on my hips tightening. "Fuck, sweetheart, you're gonna regret asking me that."
And then he slammed in one last time, his cock balls deep inside of me, pulsing as he filled me with thick ropes of hot cum.
I cried out as I felt my pussy flood, my pussy spasming around his cock, milking every drop whole he groaned out curses. The chair creaked beneath us, my tattoo left a burning sensation on my skin, but all I could think about was how full I felt, stuffed to the brim with his cock and cum.
I collapsed against the chair, my whole body trembling, his cock still buried inside me. Cum leaked out of my pussy, trickling down his thick shaft and pooling on the leather chair.
"Fuck," he cursed, his hips grinding lazily like he wasn't ready to pull out yet. "You're fucking addicted already," he hissed. "Even your pussy is not ready to let me go.".
My throat was raw from moaning, my voice barely a whisper. "You're...huge."
That brought a smug grin to his face, and he leaned over me, his tattooed chest pressing on my back, his breath hot against my ear. "You'll never forget me."
He pulled out and I gasped at the sudden emptiness. Thick strings of cum followed, spilling down my ass and staining the chair. My legs shook so hard I almost slipped off, but his hand gripped my hip, steadying me.
"Messy little thing," he murmured, swiping two fingers through the cum dripping in my pussy and shoving it into my mouth.
I moaned, sucking them in, tasting myself and him mixed together.
"Yeah, that's it," he hissed, stroking his cock which was still hard and leaking lubricant like he hadn't just emptied inside of me. "Get used to the taste, sweetheart. You're going to be swallowing lot more."
Heat pulled in my face and between my legs, my pussy clenching weakly even though it was raw. God, I needed to put this thing on a leash.
I tried to walk but my thighs trembled helplessly. "I–I...I can't walk."
His smirk deepened. "Good. Means I fucked you right."
He gave his cock one last, slow stroke, groaning as it oozed out another rope of thick cum. He smeared it with his thumb and then dragged it across my swollen clit, laughing when I jolted.
"Sensitive, huh?" He chuckled darkly, pressing the fat head of his swollen cock on my pussy again, teasing tje dripping entrance. "You're still gaping for me. Bet I could slide in so easily–"
"God, please, no," I said weakly. "I'll die." But even as I begged not to get anymore, my pussy twitched with want.
He laughed, low and cruelly. "Not yet, sweetheart, you're not dying anytime soon. But don't worry, I'll keep you begging every time you come back."
He finally stepped back, lazily stroking his cock which continued to ooze sticky cream as he admired me bent over, dripping his cum out of my pussy.
"You see this?" he intoned, grilling the base of his monster cock. "Any time you're hungry for more, just come over here, no appointments, no talk. Just you and me and my cock in your tight pussy."
I swallowed hard, dazed, my voice dizzy. "You're insane."
"Maybe," he said with a nonchalant shrug as he continued to pump himself. "But you're the one spread out on my chair, leaking like a slut and thinking about when next you can get more of me."
Well, he wasn't wrong. My legs quivered as I slid off the chair, cum still pouring down my thighs, my ass stinging from both the tattoo and the way he fucked me.
I tried to straighten up and nearly stumbled. He caught me in time and leaned into me, brushing my face with his lips. "Don't pretend you're not gonna touch yourself when you get home and imagine my face."
My face burned with embarrassment and my pussy twitched with wanting even though it was already wrecked.
He grinned, releasing me. "See you soon, firecracker."
I staggered to the door, my legs barely holding my weight, every step making his hot cum leak out of my pussy and trickle down my thigh.
I could feel his eyes on me the whole way, and from a small glass panel on the door, I saw him still stroking his huge cock lazily, a corner of his lips quirked up.
By the time I made it to the hallway, I didn't know whether to cry, laugh, or crawl back inside for more. The one thing I was certain of was that my body was ruined and I would never stop thinking about his cock.
And worse of all, I had to face my boyfriend. He had told me not to get the tattoo. Would he know just by looking at me that I got more than just the tattoo?