My fingers wrapped around the thick ridge of Alex's cock through his sweatpants and the heat of him burned into my palm. He was already leaking, the fabric damp where his head strained against it. I squeezed once, testing, and his hips jerked forward with a low hiss.
"Fuck, don't tease," he murmured, shoving the waistband down enough for his huge cock to spring free. It slapped heavy against his stomach, the tip slick and shiny in the glow from the TV. My pussy clenched at the sight, still pulsing from the orgasm he had just ripped out of me.
I licked my lips, testing myself on them from his fingers. "You want my mouth or my hand first?" My voice came out husky, bolder than I felt with my parents asleep down the hall.
Alex's eyes flicked to the screen where the woman was now riding one of the men in reverse cowgirl style, while the other fed his cock down her throat–then back to me. "Mouth," he rasped, threading his fingers through my hair and guiding my head down. "Open up."
I didn't hesitate. I slid down the mattress, the blanket tangling on my knees, and took the fat head between my lips. The taste of his precum was heavenly and I moaned around him, hollowing my cheeks and sucking him even deeper until he hit the back of my throat. My gag reflex kicked, but I pushed through, spit already dripping down my chin.
"Goddamn," Alex groaned, his hips rocking up to meet me. "Take it deeper... Yeah, like that."
I pulled off with a wet pop, stroking him hard and sloppy with my fist. "You like watching me choke on your cock while my parents sleep, huh?" The words rolled out of my throat, filthy, surprising even me.
His grin was dark. "Fuck, yeah. Keep talking dirty and I'll fucking cum down your throat in thirty seconds."
I chuckled and dove back down, taking him to the root. My nose pressed against his stomach, my throat fluttering around his length. He cursed under his breath, fingers curling in my hair, guiding me up and down in a rough rhythm. Spit coated my chin, dripped down to his balls, made everything slick and messy.
On the screen, the woman screamed around the thick cock filling her mouth as the man in her ass pulled out and came, spurting thick stripes on her ass. The sound pushed me harder, and I worked my throat up and down Alex's length, tongue swirling the underside, hand twisting at the base. His thighs tensed under my palms.
"Slow down," he groaned, yanking my hair to pull me off. "I'm not coming yet. Want that pussy first."
I sat up, wiping my lips with the back of my hand. My t-shirt was twisted, my nipples swollen and raw beneath the fabric. "How?" I whispered, glancing at the door. "The bed's gonna creak. I can't risk waking mom and dad."
Alex grabbed me and flipped me onto my back in one motion. "Then we'll go slow until I say otherwise." He shoved my legs apart, settling between them, cock dragging through my soaked folds. The head nudged my clit and I bit down on my lip to keep from moaning and waking the house.
"Tell me you want it," he said, his voice low, eyes locked on mine.
"I want it," I breathed. "I want you to fuck me, destroy me, Alex. Come in me."
He pushed in slowly, one thick inch at a time, stretching me open until I was stuffed full and shaking. My pussy fluttered around him, trying to pull him in deeper. When he bottomed out, his hips flush against mine, we both stilled, breathing hard.
"Quiet," he warned again, but his voice cracked on the word.
Then he started moving, long deep strokes that dragged against every nerve inside me. The bed barely shifted, but the wet sounds of my pussy taking him in were loudly obscene in the room. I clamped a hand over my mouth, my eyes rolling back with the sheer pleasure.
Alex leaned down, his mouth against my ear. "You hear that? That's your pussy begging for my cum."
I nodded frantically, my hips rolling up to meet his thrust. "Faster," I whimpered into my palm. "Please."
He sped up just enough, but the angle changed and he was hitting the spot that made my toes curl. My free hand clawed at his back, my fingers digging into his back. The TV flickered, casting shadows over us, the porn still playing like background music to our dirty show.
"I'm gonna cum," I whispered into my fingers. "Please...don't stop..."
"Come on my cock," he growled. "Milk me dry."
The orgasm splashed over me hard, pussy spasming, slick gushing around him, my thighs shaking against his hips. Alex buried his face in my neck to muffle his groan as he slammed in deep and held– cock pulsing as he unloaded shots after shots of cum in me. Hot spurts filled me up, leaking out around his base with every throb.
We stayed locked together, panting, his weight pinning me to the mattress. After a minute, he pulled out slow, cum dripping onto the sheets. He smirked, swiped two fingers through the mess between my legs and pushed them into my mouth.
I sucked them clean, my eyes locked seductively on his. "Round two after this scene?"
Alex glanced at the TV–new scene–the woman on her back, legs spread wide while her both holes welcomed two massive dicks. He grinned.
"Fuck, yeah."