The third time he pulled out, my pussy was pulsing, aching, so close—
“NO! PUT IT BACK!” I thrashed against the cuffs, wild with frustration. “IF YOU PUT THAT THING NEAR MY MOUTH AGAIN, I WILL BITE IT OFF!!”
Adebayo laughed darkly, his massive ebony dick glistening as he squeezed my breasts around it, fucking the tight valley between them with slow, deliberate strokes. My nipples ached as he pinched and twisted them, stretching them out until I gasped—only to release them, letting them bounce back, harder and darker than before.
“Adebayo, please! Fuck me proper!” I whimpered, my hips bucking uselessly against the air, my pussy dripping like a broken tap.
“But I am fucking you now, Chidinma,” he teased, his voice dripping with wicked amusement as he finally released my breasts. He slid down my sweat-slicked body, his hot breath making me shiver before his mouth closed over my swollen clit—
“OH, GOD! YESSS!” I screamed, my back arching off the bed—
But the bastard pulled away just as my climax started to build, leaving me trembling on the edge.
“You haven’t lost control according to my standard!” Adebayo laughed wickedly, crawling up my trembling body like a panther stalking its prey.
“What do you mean I haven’t lost control?!” I screamed, my voice breaking as my hips bucked wildly beneath him. “How much more fucking ‘out of control’ do you want me to be?!” My entire existence had narrowed down to one pulsing, dripping need—another orgasm, now, please Jesus!
Then he slammed his thick, heavy cock back into my sopping cunt, and I saw stars.
“YES! OH GOD, YES! FUCK, ADEBAYO, YESS!!” I sobbed, tears streaming down my face as my body melted into pure liquid pleasure. His relentless thrusts turned me into nothing but a shaking, screaming puddle—each brutal stroke pushing me closer to the edge of consciousness.
Through my haze, I watched his godlike back muscles flexing with every powerful drive, sweat glistening under the dim light. “I want to scratch that!” I thought deliriously
But the real torture was the monitor. That cursed screen was showing his perfect, sculpted ass clenching and unclenching with every deep, punishing thrust.
Handcuffed and spread open like a sacrificial offering, I was completely at the mercy of his monstrous, thick cock as it pistoned into me with brutal, unrelenting force. Every thrust sent shockwaves through my body, my pussy stretched to its limit, gripping him like a vice. I wanted—no, needed—to wrap my legs around his waist, to claw at his muscular shoulders as I came screaming his name.
“Pleeeeease! Ah! Ah! AH!” I begged between ragged, pleasure-drunk gasps, my voice breaking as he pounded me into the mattress. The bed slammed against the wall with each savage stroke, the sound of skin slapping skin echoing through the room.
I was so lost in the mind-numbing ecstasy that I didn’t even realize he had released my wrist restraints—until I yanked against them and my arms flew free, slapping against his sweat-slicked shoulders. “YES! FUCK YES!”
He didn’t slow down, not even for a second. In one smooth motion, he reached down and unhooked my ankles, the cuffs still dangling from my wrists and legs but no longer chaining me to the bed. “Move for me, baby,” he growled, his voice rough with lust.
I didn’t need to be told twice.
Pulling my knees up, I started bucking my hips wildly, meeting him thrust for thrust, my ass lifting off the bed with every deep, punishing drive. My arms locked around his neck, nails digging into his back as I clung to him like my life depended on it.
My pussy clenched around him, desperate for that explosive release.
“JESUS CHRIST! OHHHH FUUUUUCK!!!” My scream tore through the room as my orgasm detonated like a bomb, sending violent, full-body tremors ripping through me. My nails carved crescent moons into Adebayo’s back as my thighs locked around his waist like a vice, my entire body convulsing around his thick, pounding cock.
Adebayo groaned, slamming into me even deeper the second he felt my pussy clamp down on him. His massive hands gripped my ass cheeks, spreading me wide as he buried himself to the hilt, grinding his hips in slow, deliberate circles to milk every last spasm from my trembling body.
I was still gasping, still twitching, when he lowered us back onto the sweat-soaked sheets. Blinking dazedly, I caught sight of the monitor—my fucked-out limbs tangled with his dark, glistening body, his cock still wedged deep inside me. It should’ve shamed me. Instead, my swollen lips curled into a smirk.
Then Adebayo kissed me—soft, slow, a stark contrast to the animalistic pounding he’d just delivered—and for the first time, my hands didn’t hesitate. They roamed his carved chest, his ridged abs, the powerful slope of his shoulders, mapping every inch of his godlike frame.
“Fuck… how many times have you made me cum?” I panted, still drunk on pleasure.
His answer was a slow, wicked thrust that made my eyes roll back.
“Wait… you haven’t cum?!” I gasped, my voice breaking between ragged breaths as I stared up at him in disbelief.
Adebayo’s smirk was pure arrogance, his sweat-slicked chest glistening under the dim light. “It’s my superpower,” he growled, rolling his hips in a slow, torturous circle that made me whimper. “I have marathon stamina. And this one?” He thrust deep, making me arch off the bed. “It’s just warm-up.”
“Holy fuck—!” My nails dug into his shoulders as he picked up the pace again, that thick, relentless cock battering my already overstimulated pussy like it owed him money.
But this time? I wasn’t just taking it—I was giving it back.
We became a sweaty, tangled mess of limbs, a frenzied sex dance that had us grinding, slamming, and fucking like animals. Chests crushed together, skin slapping skin, our bodies moved in perfect, filthy sync—like we were trying to merge into one being.
I planted my feet on the mattress and met him thrust for thrust, my hips rolling wildly as he pistoned into me. Every time he pulled back, I slammed forward. Every time he plunged deep, I clenched around him, my pussy pulsing like a fist around his monstrous girth.
“JESUS CHRIST!!!!” I screamed as his final, brutal thrust sent us both hurtling over the edge.
“FUUUUCK! AH! AH! AHHH!!!” he roared, his thick cock twitching violently inside me as he unloaded rope after rope of hot, sticky cum deep into my already dripping pussy. I was beyond pleasure—my entire body had turned to liquid fire, my pussy stretched and throbbing around him, milking every last drop of his release.
It felt like my soul had left my body, like I’d melted into a quivering, euphoric puddle of pure sensation. My heart was pounding like a war drum, my breath coming in ragged, desperate gasps as wave after wave of mind-blowing pleasure crashed through me.
Adebayo’s thrusts slowed to weak, jerky spasms, his cock still buried to the hilt as he collapsed on top of me, both of us slick with sweat and trembling from the intensity.
But my hands? Oh, my hands were making up for lost time.
I raked my fingers through his short, soft curls, tracing the hard ridges of his back muscles as we both struggled to catch our breath.
“Wow…!” I gasped, my voice still shaky from the earthquake of pleasure he’d just rocked through my body. Words failed me—my brain was still scrambled from the way he’d rearranged my insides with that monster cock.
“Same here,” Adebayo murmured, his deep voice rough with satisfaction. “You… you surpass what I ever imagined.”
I arched a brow, still catching my breath. “I just lay here like a tied goat— you did all the work!”
” Chidinma,” he chuckled, shaking his head like I’d said something foolish. “The way your body responds to me—like fire to petrol. The way you trust me to handle you like this… and this fine, fine beauty your foolish husband ignores…” His thumb traced my swollen lips. “That man is a proper fool.”
My chest tightened. No words came, so I did the only thing that made sense—I crashed my mouth against his in a kiss so deep, it felt like a second round.
My fingers tangled in his hair, nails scraping his neck as my tongue invaded his mouth, claiming him with the same hunger he’d just shown me. Our lips locked in a wet, desperate dance, tongues swirling, teeth clashing—until I felt it.
That unmistakable twitch against my thigh.
His cock was rising again.
“You are joking, right?!” I gasped, breaking our kiss with wet, swollen lips.
Adebayo just smirked, that infuriating, cocky grin of his making my pussy clench all over again. “It’s only one round we’ve fucked,” he said, rolling those massive shoulders like it was nothing. “I am not a weakling”
Holy fuck. He was right. This man was far from done with me. My thighs trembled at the thought—could my body even take another round of that monster dick?
“Wait,” I panted, pushing against his chest. “This time, I want to be on top.”
His eyebrows shot up, that arrogant smile widening. “Ah! So you want to regain control, right?” he teased, voice dripping with amusement.
Control? Please. That wasn’t what was on my mind.
No—I’d been staring at that goddamn monitor, watching every ripple of his muscular back as he pounded into me. Now, I wanted the full fucking view—those carved abs, that chest like a damn work of art, the way his muscles would flex as I rode him into the mattress.
“Free my body from your grip,” Adebayo commanded in that deep, Yoruba-laced growl that made my thighs quiver. The moment I loosened my limbs, those massive arms flexed and – Holy Mother of God! – he flipped our bodies like I weighed nothing, his thick, glistening cock still buried to the hilt in my dripping wet pussy.
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