Brad gripped Julia’s hips tighter, his cock slamming into her from behind with rhythmic, punishing thrusts. She was on all fours on the king-sized bed, her ass high in the air, cheeks flushed red from the slaps he’d been delivering between strokes. The room smelled like sweat and sex, the sheets already damp beneath them. Julia moaned like a whore in heat, her tits swaying with every impact, nipples hard as diamonds scraping against the fabric.
“Fuck, babe, you’re so tight tonight,” Brad growled, his voice low and commanding. He leaned forward, one hand sliding up her back to tangle in her hair, yanking her head back just enough to make her arch deeper. “You love being my little slut, don’t you? Taking this dick like it’s your only purpose.”
Julia gasped, pushing back against him, grinding her pussy onto his shaft. “Yes, daddy… fuck me harder. Make me your dirty bitch.” Her words came out breathless, filthy, dripping with that bold edge she always had, the kind that made Brad’s cock twitch even harder inside her.
His hips snapped forward with sudden violence, each plunge driving her entire frame farther up the mattress. Her arms gave out almost immediately, elbows buckling, forearms scraping uselessly forward until her breasts and ribs flattened against the sheets. The instant her torso collapsed, he dropped over her, chest sealing to her back, groin locked tight against the cleft of her ass.
He stayed buried to the hilt as he shifted his weight fully onto her. One thick forearm braced beside her head; the opposite hand clamped around the front of her shoulder, anchoring her in place. With her pelvis now trapped flat to the bed and her thighs forced wider by his knees, the angle sharpened, allowing him to sink even deeper on every descent.
He rolled his hips in short, punishing arcs, using the downward tilt of his pelvis to spear straight into her core, over and over, the mattress compressing beneath them with each heavy landing. Her trapped body could only absorb the force; he gave her no room to rise or twist, just kept her pinned open and filled while he worked himself relentlessly to the root.
His free hand slid up, fingers threading into her hair before closing around the nape of her neck in a firm, possessive grip. He pressed down, forcing her cheek deeper into the sheets until her face was half-buried in fabric.
“Eyes down, bitch,” he growled low against her ear, breath hot on her skin. “Bite the sheets. Take it like a good slut.”
She obeyed, teeth biting into the sheets as his thrusts stayed hard and relentless. The mattress groaned under their combined weight, springs protesting each time his hips slammed home.
Her body rocked helplessly beneath him, small helpless jerks that matched the punishing cadence he set, every exhale forced out in fractured, wet gasps against the sheets he’d made her claim with her mouth. He didn’t relent, didn’t give her even a fraction of space to breathe or brace; he simply held her there, face down, ass up just enough, cunt stretched and stuffed, while he kept driving into her with the same merciless depth, owning every shudder that rippled through her pinned frame.
Gradually, the pace changed.
His thrusts lengthened, slowed, dragging out, sinking deep until the last one pulled free entirely. The abrupt vacancy ripped a sharp, needy gasp from her; her hips lifted on instinct, chasing the loss, thighs trembling as her body arched higher in silent plea.
Before she could rise even an inch farther, his hand caught the back of her head in a firm grip, fingers threading through her hair to press down steadily, flattening her cheek once more into the damp sheets and forcing her face to stay buried.
The first spank landed without warning, a wide, searing crack across the full right globe of her ass. The impact snapped through her flesh. A raw, choked moan poured straight into the fabric. Heat flared instantly, bright and vicious. Before the sting could even peak, his hand returned harder, targeting the left cheek with a meaty, open-palmed slap that echoed louder than the first. Then a third, lower curve, catching the tender sit-spot where ass met thigh; the blow landed with punishing weight, sending fresh fire radiating outward in overlapping waves.
Her ass flared beneath him, skin blooming from deep rose to hot crimson in the hand-shaped patches that darkened with each strike. Somehow her moans only grew lewder. She pushed back into the next blow instead of flinching away. Strike after strike landed each heavier, sharper, alternating so no patch of skin escaped until the heat pooled into a swollen, throbbing blaze, every nerve ignited, every fiber of her body trembling under it.
He paused only long enough to let his fingers dig in, kneading the heated flesh roughly, feeling how it yielded hot and pliant, how she arched higher into his grip with a muffled, desperate whimper.
“Stay,” he said, voice low and even, edged with dark approval. He delivered one final smack, palm lingering so she could feel the full throb settle before tracing the outline of her ass with his hand. “Good girls wait.” His grip tightened possessively on her ass. “Eyes down. Don’t move. I’ve got a surprise for my good slut.”
She huffed, cheek still pressed down, voice breathy and defiant despite the ache. “Bossy fuck,” she muttered.
He stepped away.
“No side eyes, bitch.”
She stilled instantly, gaze locked to the sheets, cunt still warm and throbbing, waiting exactly where he left her.
Brad stepped away, crossing to the nightstand. From the drawer, he pulled out the thick, veined dildo molded unmistakably after his own cock. A slow smirk crossed his face as he returned to the bed, fixing it securely to the bedpost while Julia remained frozen, eyes still pressed to the sheets, biting down just like she’d been told.
She moaned softly when she felt him behind her again and then his cock slid back into her, filling her in one smooth, possessive push.
Brad dragged her back up onto all fours, positioning her so her face was raised, lined up perfectly with the bedpost. That’s when she saw it, the dildo, standing stiff and waiting right in front of her mouth.
Julia’s eyes locked onto it, lips parting as heat rushed through her.
“Oh, fuck… what’s that for, babe?”
Brad chuckled low as his thrusts resumed, harder now, snapping her body forward with each stroke. His fingers tangled in her hair, guiding her closer, closer.
“Imagine there’s another me in front of you,” he said, voice dark with intent. “And suck it the way you’d suck the other me.”
She didn’t hesitate.
Julia opened her mouth wide, tongue flicking out to taste the tip before taking the silicone cock deep. Saliva slicked her lips as she sucked greedily, head bobbing in time with Brad’s pounding from behind.
“Mmmph… like this?” she mumbled around it, voice muffled and filthy. “Sucking your twin dick while you fuck my sloppy cunt?”
Brad groaned, his hips snapping faster, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the room. “That’s it, you greedy whore. Take both of us. Imagine him grabbing your throat, forcing it deeper while I stretch this pussy wide.”
Julia pulled off the dildo with a wet pop, strings of spit connecting her lips to it. “God, yes… fuck, Brad, you’re turning me into a total cumslut.”
She dove back in, deepthroating the toy while grinding back against him, her juices soaking his balls. The dual sensation had her trembling, her moans vibrating around the silicone as she worked it like a pro.
He kept at it for what felt like hours pounding her relentlessly, forcing her mouth onto the dildo over and over, whispering dirty commands in her ear. “Choke on it, babe. Pretend he’s cumming down your throat while I fill this tight hole.”
Julia’s body responded eagerly, her pussy clenching around him, building toward that edge.
The pressure built fast, too fast, her body tightening around him as the rhythm finally tipped her over the edge.
Julia cried out, a broken sound tearing from her throat as her orgasm slammed through her. She spat the dildo free, gasping, trembling, her whole body shuddering.
“Fuck! I’m cumming… oh shit, yes!”
Her pussy clenched hard around Brad’s cock, fluttering and milking him, her back arching as the aftershocks rolled through her. She barely had time to catch her breath before he growled low behind her.
“Oh no you don’t,” he said, grip tightening in her hair.
He dragged her head forward again, forcing her mouth back onto the dildo just as his thrusts turned deep and deliberate. His hips snapped forward, burying himself fully as his control finally broke.
“Take it,” he growled, voice thick as he emptied himself inside her. “Imagine it, my cum in your pussy… and in your mouth.”
She moaned around the silicone, cheeks hollowing as she sucked obediently, her body still trembling while he pumped himself dry inside her, every pulse spilling hot and deep. He held her there, making her feel it, think it, until the last shudder passed through him and he finally let go.
Only then did he pull her back, easing her down onto the bed with him.
Later, their bodies tangled together, Julia curled comfortably against his side, fingers tracing lazy patterns over his chest. She tilted her head up, that familiar bold spark dancing in her eyes, lips curling into a grin.
“Babe,” she said lightly, “you’ve done this before?”
Brad smirked, one hand sliding over her hip, pushing in slow and deep, unhurried now. “Done what, babe?”
Julia bit her lip, voice dropping into a husky tease. “Spitroasting a bitch like me.”
He chuckled, leaning down to nip at her ear, teeth grazing her skin. “Maybe.”
She arched beneath him, hands roaming his chest, nails scraping just enough to promise trouble.
“Maybe, huh?” she murmured. “So when are you gonna do it to me?”
His grin widened, dangerous, amused, already imagining it.
“Soon,” he murmured, voice low and dangerous, the promise lingering in the air between them. “Soon enough, my little slut.”
Julia’s laugh was soft, breathy, teasing. She nudged him with her nose, pressing herself closer, chest to chest, warmth mingling with his. “You better make it worth my waiting,” she whispered, eyes glittering with mischief.