She mumbled against the gag, eyes wide, but her hips pushed back into me, urging me on. I fucked her relentlessly, the gag muffling her cries into desperate, throaty sounds that only made me harder.
I carried her toward the door, still thrusting, positioning us so the mirror caught every angle—her bound mouth, her tits swaying, my hands gripping her ass as I drove in. The reflection made it pornographic, total exposure.
Footsteps echoed outside—someone passing.
More voices drifted in, closer now. And then Olivia's—sharp and searching. "Have you seen Richard? He's not with Natalie? How's that possible?"
Natalie's eyes flew wide at the sound, her pussy clamping down like a vise, milking me so tight I nearly came right there. "Fuck, yeah," I hissed in her ear, thrusting savagely. "Hear that? People right outside while I fuck you senseless. Clench like that again, you little slut—feels so good. You're gonna make me explode."
She writhed, muffled protests vibrating against the tie, but her body betrayed her, hips grinding back as I hammered into her. Olivia's voice lingered, footsteps pausing. I didn't stop—kept fucking her through it, hard and deep.
Finally, I reached up and untied the gag, pulling it free. Natalie gasped, and immediately a loud, uncontrolled moan tore from her throat, echoing in the room.
Outside, Olivia huffed. "Seriously? Doing it here? Ridiculous." Her heels clicked away, fading.
Natalie shattered seconds later, her orgasm hitting like a wave. She cried out my name, body convulsing, pussy pulsing around me in tight, rhythmic squeezes. Her nails raked my arms, legs trembling as she rode it out, soaking us both.
But I wasn't done. Not even close. I kept thrusting through her high, drawing it out, my own release building but held back. I wanted more—wanted to break her completely.
Chapter Five
Natalie
My legs gave out completely the moment my orgasm crashed through me. I could barely stand. My thighs were shaking violently, and my slick folds were still pulsing around Richard's thick cock as he held me up with one strong arm around my waist.
My mind was spinning. God, I was pregnant. Another round like this might break me. My body already felt so sensitive, and my womb so full and tender. But he did not stop. He kept rolling his hips in slow, deep grinds, stirring my creamy juices and pressing right against my cervix, forcing fresh wetness to drip down my thighs.
"Richard, wait," I gasped. My voice was hoarse and trembling. My nails dug into his shoulders as another helpless spasm rippled through my core. "I cannot take any more. Please."
He leaned in close. His hot breath brushed my ear, and his voice was low and dark with hunger. "You can take it, baby. You are going to take every inch again."
Panic flared in my chest even as pleasure licked through me. I shook my head weakly. My legs were trembling so badly I could hardly hold myself upright. "No, please. I will use my mouth or my feet. Let me suck you off, Richard. I will swallow every drop, I promise."
He pulled out slowly. I felt the obscene stretch as his thick shaft left my swollen pussy. A thick string of my cream still connected us for a second before it snapped. My knees buckled instantly. I dropped down in front of him and wrapped both hands around his glistening, veiny cock. It was still rock hard and slick with my juices. I leaned in desperately. My lips parted wide as I took him into my mouth.
I sucked him eagerly. My tongue swirled around the swollen head, and I tasted myself all over him. My cheeks hollowed as I bobbed my head, taking him as deep as I could and gagging softly when he hit the back of my throat. Wet, sloppy sounds filled the air. Obscene slurps and soft choking noises echoed as I worked him frantically. I looked up at him, while my tongue pressed hard against the underside of his throbbing shaft.
For a minute or two, he let me continue. He groaned deeply, and his hand rested lightly in my hair. Then his fingers tightened. He fisted my hair and pulled me off his cock with a wet pop. Strings of saliva stretched from my swollen lips to his glistening tip.
"Not enough," he growled. His eyes were dark with raw need. "I need to be inside that tight little cunt again. I need to fill you."
Before I could protest, he had me on the floor. He grabbed one of the discarded jackets, folded it quickly, and slid it under my lower back, tilting my hips up high. The position left me completely exposed. My swollen, puffy pussy was on full display, lips glistening, clit peeking out desperately. My heart raced.
Richard knelt between my spread thighs. He gripped his thick cock and rubbed the fat head up and down my soaked slit,coating himself in my fresh slick. Then he pushed in. It was slow and relentless, stretching my sensitive walls wide open again. I cried out sharply. My back arched off the floor as he sank balls deep in one long, powerful thrust.
"Oh god, Richard, it is too deep," I whimpered. But my pussy betrayed me. It clenched greedily around his thick length, and another flood of wetness gushed out to welcome him.
He did not give me any time to adjust. He started fucking me hard. His hips snapped forward with brutal force. The wet slap of skin against skin echoed loudly with every thrust, and my breasts bounced wildly. Each stroke slammed right against my cervix, sending sharp, overwhelming sparks of pleasure through me. My hands flew to his arms, and my nails raked down his skin as I gasped and moaned helplessly.
"It is too much. Ah, I am going to come again," I cried.
The orgasm hit me like a freight train. My pussy convulsed violently around his pistoning cock, squeezing and milking him in tight, rhythmic spasms. I screamed. My body shook uncontrollably as wave after wave crashed through me. Richard kept thrusting through it all, grinding deep and drawing my climax out until I was sobbing with overstimulation. Tears slipped down my flushed cheeks.
When the intense spasms finally started to ease, something inside me broke. The desperate resistance melted away and was replaced by raw, aching hunger. My hips began lifting to meet his thrusts, chasing the brutal pleasure he was forcing into me. "More," I moaned. My voice was wrecked and needy. "Harder. Please, Richard, fuck me harder."
He gave a dark, satisfied growl and gave me exactly what I begged for. He pulled out, flipped me onto my stomach, and yanked my hips up so I was on my knees with my face pressed against the floor. Then he slammed back into me from behind in one savage thrust, mounting me like an animal in heat. Thenew angle let him go impossibly deeper. His heavy balls slapped against my swollen clit with every punishing stroke. I screamed into the carpet and pushed back against him desperately. My ass rippled from the force of his hips.
He fucked me relentlessly. One hand fisted my hair while the other gripped my hip hard enough to leave marks. My pussy was a dripping, pulsing mess. Cream coated his thick shaft and ran down my thighs in messy rivulets. Every time he bottomed out, I let out a broken, whimpering moan. My walls fluttered wildly around him.
