Ocean’s hands left my breasts, skimming my waist and belly until he reached my pussy. “Should I stop?” he whispered as he crudely cupped my cunt, his fingers sliding between my soaked lips. “You don’t feel like you want me to stop.”
“We can’t,” I weakly repeated.
“That’s not what I asked you, Hunter.”
“Please…” His hands left me, and I heard metal clinking as he opened his belt. “Ocean, please.”
One of us had to be strong, and I knew it wouldn’t be me.
“Tell me no,” he urged as he tore open his pants. They dropped to the ground with an audible thud, and then I heard a condom wrapper tear open.
I glanced behind me to watch him roll the condom down his dick. It was so long, thick, and angry-looking with those thick veins, plum hue, and broad tip. A mournful sob ripped out of me at the gorgeous sight. There was no way I could say no to feeling that monster split me in two.
Ocean knew it, too.
I felt his hand on my back as he pressed me forward, and I didn’t fight him. I submitted to his will, letting him bend me over the table, my hard nipples brushing the heavily starched cloth and adding another sensation.
I lifted onto the tips of my toes while he bent his knees. I was a little taller than Coby, but the height still wasn’t quite right since Ocean was a freaking giant.
You can still stop this, the angel on my shoulder whispered when I felt the broad head of his dick probing my entrance.It’s not too late.He’ll stop if you tell him to. Just say no.
The devil on the other side had me reaching between my legs and shoving Ocean’s hand aside to guide that big dick to my aching pussy. My lashes fluttered as soon as my warm walls parted to let him inside. There was only one problem…
“Open that pussy for me, Hunter.”
“I’m trying,” I whined. “You’re too big.”
It was Ocean’s turn to push my hand away. Taking over, he slowly forced another inch inside me, and I cried out in ecstasy before remembering why I had to be quiet. I cast another frantic look at the bathroom door. The shower was still going, and Coby was still singing.
“Don’t make this hard, Hunter,” Ocean said with a frustrated growl. He roughly gripped the back of my knee and lifted it onto the table to open me up more. “Just give in.” Shove. Grunt. “Just…give…in.”
Finally, his thick pole broke through my tight wall’s resistance, his groin clapping loudly with the heavy globes of my ass, and we both cried out in shock over how fucking good it felt.
Ocean braced his hands on the table on either side of me. “Such a tight little pussy. Such a good fucking girl,” he praised. “Give me a kiss.” Powerless to resist, I lifted onto my palms and tilted my head back to let him kiss me. “You okay?” he asked me once my lips were swollen and no longer fused with his.
I could feel the burn of my pussy from being stretched, but it felt fucking right. “More than okay.”
“That’s my girl.” Ocean gave me another sensual kiss, his last tender act before his hand shifted to the deep crease where my wide hips met my narrow waist. “Hold on.”
It was all the warning I got before he withdrew, leaving only the tip inside, and slammed forward again. His thrust was so forceful the table slid forward, but he didn’t seem to care as he moaned and did it again…and again…and again.
This was no slow lovemaking or meeting of the minds. It was animalistic, unfettered, driven by instinct alone—it was purefucking.
The wet clapping of our skin, his narrow hips bouncing off my round ass, the table scraping across the ground, the fine dishes rattling on top, my sharp cries, and his feral grunts had mixed in with the running water and Coby’s cheerful singing, creating a sinful melody that I never wanted to end.
I was lost in Ocean’s deadly vortex and didn’t want to be free.
My heavy breasts swung wildly as he pounded in and out of me, and when my eyes drifted closed, a vision of Coby suckling my nipples while our captor drove his dick inside me invaded my mind.
Startled, my eyes flew open, but it wasn’t because of the vision. Something far more terrifying had already grabbed my attention.
The shower had shut off.
And Ocean was still fucking me with no signs of stopping.
“Ocean,” I warned. “The shower. Coby.” I tried to pull away when he kept going, but I was trapped between him and the table. There was nowhere for me to go unless he let me. “Ocean, please.” I reached behind me, placing my hand on his hard abs, but he grabbed my wrist and pinned my hand to the table.
“You ain’t come for me yet,” he demanded cruelly. And then he kissed me.
