We stumbled into the bedroom, both of us still half-dressed and hungry for more. I barely had time to kick the door closed before Enni was on me, tugging at my shirt, nails dragging down my chest with delicious cruelty.
"Lie down," she ordered, her voice low and commanding.
I smirked but obeyed, dropping onto the bed. She straddled me immediately, grinding her bare pussy against my still-hard cock, slick and needy. The sensation made my hips jerk up instinctively, desperate to be inside her again, but she pressed her hand against my chest, holding me down.
"Not yet," she teased. "You're mine to play with now."
She leaned down, her hair brushing my skin, and bit my bottom lip hard enough to sting, then kissed me deep, filthy, wet. Her hands roamed my body — nails scraping, palms slapping lightly — waking up every nerve ending until I was throbbing for her.
I grabbed her by the throat, squeezing just enough to make her gasp, her eyes dark with lust.
"You’re so fucking dirty," I growled.
"You love it," she whispered back, grinding her pussy harder against my cock, soaking me with her arousal.
In one fast move, I flipped her onto her back, pinning her wrists above her head with one hand. Her eyes flashed with excitement, her chest heaving as I spread her thighs wide and pressed my cock against her entrance, teasing, not giving her what she wanted — yet.
"Beg for it," I demanded, voice rough.
She whimpered, bucking her hips. "Please," she gasped. "Please, daddy. Fuck me. Ruin me."
That was all I needed.
I slammed into her, deep and brutal, making her cry out. Her walls clenched around me, greedy, desperate, perfect. I set a savage rhythm, hips slapping against her ass, the sound of skin on skin filling the room.
"Harder," she begged. "Choke me. Spank me. Use me like your filthy little slut."
My blood turned molten. I tightened my hand around her throat, not enough to hurt — just enough to control her, to make her tremble underneath me.
I pounded her ruthlessly, the bed shaking under us. I released her throat to grab her hair, yanking her head back so I could bite down on her neck, marking her, claiming her.
Her body convulsed, her pussy milking my cock as she came hard, screaming my name like she didn't care who heard.
But I wasn’t finished.
I pulled out suddenly, flipping her onto her stomach. I grabbed her hips, lifted her ass high, and plunged back into her dripping cunt, fucking her even harder from behind. She sobbed and begged for more, completely wrecked and loving it.
"You want my cum again?" I growled, slapping her ass so hard it left a perfect red print.
"Yes, yes, please!" she sobbed, her voice raw with pleasure.
I could feel it — the way she clenched around me, the desperate way she pushed back onto my cock. She was close again, and so was I.
"Cum with me, baby," I demanded. "Milk my cock. Take it all."
We exploded together — her pussy spasming around me as I emptied myself deep inside her once again, hotter and messier than before. I held her tight as we shook through it, two animals completely lost in each other.
When we finally collapsed onto the bed, sweaty, breathless, utterly wrecked, I pulled her close, running my hands over her ruined, trembling body.
"Round three?" I whispered into her ear, grinning.
She gave a shaky laugh and nodded against my chest.
"Fuck yes," she whispered back.
And the night was far from over.
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