He pulled me roughly to my feet, teasing my soaking sex with his fingers, sliding them inside of me and pulling out. I moaned as he turned me around, pushing me roughly over. I braced myself against the wall as he fucked my pussy with his fingers.
“Look as this fucking ass,” he said, slapping it hard. He took my hair and pulled it, leaning forward. “You like having your pussy fucked, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I gasped. “I love it.”
He slid his fingers deeper inside of me then slapped my ass, making me moan louder. He pulled his finger back and I felt him take my hips in his hands, leaning over me.
“Beg,” he said simply.
“Please Wyatt,” I moaned. “Fuck me.”
“Good girl.”
I felt his cock press against my soaking spot then push deep inside of me.
I gasped as pleasure mixed with plain. The man had a thick, long cock, and he wasn’t holding back. He wasn’t easing me into it. He pressed himself deep inside of me, gripping my hips. I looked over my shoulder at him and he smirked at me, slowly sliding out only to push himself deeper.
I moaned as he began to fuck me, sliding his thick cock deep into my soaking sex. He grabbed my hair and pulled it back, tipping my chin up as he began to rock into me, making me take him. He held me like that, one hand on my hips and the other in my hair as he fucked me rough, pushing me up against the wall. He released my hips and pulled one of my arms behind my back, pinning me against the wall harder.
I groaned, feeling his thick cock slam into me. He fucked me against that wall in the middle of a house that my people had destroyed, in the middle of a house that was full of death and destruction. That thought only made me wetter as he slammed into me, mercilessly fucking my tight pussy.
“You like getting fucked here, don’t you?” he said. “I see you looking around. You filthy fucking slut. You like taking my big cock in the middle of this place.”
“I do,” I moaned. “I can’t help it.”
“I know you can’t.” He pushed me harder against the wall, crushing me with his weight as he kept fucking me, grinding his thick cock inside of me. “You’re a filthy fucking girl. You love taking cock.”
“Anywhere,” I moaned.
“Tell me how fucking dirty you are.”
“I’m so dirty. I’m a bad girl.”
“You’re a filthy slut. Say it.”
“I’m a filthy slut.” I moaned as he slammed himself into me, releasing my hand to reach around my hips. He began to work my clit as he fucked me.
“You’re a filthy slut that loves to suck cock. You want me because I can control you and destroy you.”
“Yes,” I moaned. “I love cock.”
“You need a big thick cock deep inside your tight little cunt, don’t you?”
“I do. I need it.”
He worked my clit, cock pumping, thrusts deep and rough. He was twice my size and could easily break me, but there was something strangely gentle about the way he handled me. It was like he was walking the line between rough and too rough, and he was walking it perfectly.
He suddenly stopped and pulled my hips. He took us back to the steps. He sat down and took my hips, lowering me down. He leaned back as I slid down along his length. I began to ride him, hips slamming down, ass twisting.
“Ride that fucking cock, girl,” he said, slapping my ass. “Ride it faster. Ride it like you fucking need it.”
I moaned, moving faster, my hands on his chest. He cupped my ass and squeezed, slamming into me, fucking me as I rode him. I loved sliding down along his thick shaft, taking him deep inside of me. He leaned forward and bit my lip, holding me down on his cock before letting me go. I slammed up and down, grinding my hips, desperate for him.
He growled and rolled to the side. He put me down on the steps, ass in the air. I felt him grab my hips and began to slam into me from behind as I knelt on the steps. He fucked me rough, slapping my ass.
He reached around and took my throat, pulling me back, putting slight pressure. I moaned as he held me like that, controlling me completely.
“I want you to come on my fucking cock in this place you destroyed,” he said. “Come for me, you fucking slut. Come on my big fucking cock like you need it.”
“Wyatt,” I moaned. He fucked me rough and savage, a brutal man fucking my tight pussy.
I couldn’t hold back anymore. It was the way he took me, doing what he wanted with my body, making me feel incredible. I came on his cock, moaning deep and low. I gripped the wooden steps in my hands as he continued to fuck me, unstoppable and unrelenting.
As my orgasm finished, he pulled out and spun me around. He jerked his cock off and came all over my breasts and mouth in thick, heavy spurts. He groaned loudly through his orgasm as he slowly finished.