NOVEL NEXT Chapter 237: -GAG-GAG-GAG- (R-18)
The air in the penthouse hung thick with the scent of sweat, roses, and raw sex. Amanda lay sprawled beneath me, panting, her body still trembling from the aftershocks of my mouth on her cunt.
Her eyes were glazed, unfocused, until I rolled onto my back and hauled her on top of me with a grunt. Her back slammed against my chest, knocking the air from her lungs in a startled gasp. I spread her thighs wide, hooking my arms under her knees and forcing them up and back, pinning her open, utterly exposed.
Her cunt hovered directly above my waiting mouth, pink, swollen, slick and gleaming under the low light.
Her head jerked sideways, eyes locking onto the rigid length of my cock jutting up towards her face.
"Holy Christ…"
The WORDS slammed from her mind, stolen by the predatory focus in my eyes. It wasn't just big; it was monumental. Thick as her wrist, veins pulsing like buried cables beneath skin stretched taut and flusheddark. The broad head, a deep, angry purple, glistened with a steady, thick bead of pre-cum.
It pulsed with my heartbeat, a living, breathing thing of flesh and dominance. It looked less like a part of a man and more like a weapon designed to ruin.
"Suck it," the command growled from deep in my chest, vibrating through her bones where her back pressed against me. My hand fisted violently in her sweat-damp blonde hair, yanking her head down towards the intimidating column. "Every fucking inch. Now."
Her jaw went slack with fear, lips parting instinctively as I pulled her down. The broad head of my cock pressed against her soft lips, insistent, demanding. Her mouth stretched, thin and red, straining to accommodate the sheer girth. A choked sound escaped her as the head popped past her teeth, lodging thickly behind them.
-GAG-GAG-GAG-
The harsh, wet sounds ripped from her throat, muffled by the mouthful of flesh. Drool instantly flooded her mouth, leaking from the corners, slicking my shaft. Her eyes watered, bulging with shock and the effort of simply containing me.
"Fuck yeah," I snarled the words directly into her exposed cunt. The hot gust of my breath made her flinch. "Choke on it, you little slut. Harold's tiny dick never made you feel this, did he? Never stretched you this fucking wide?"
As her throat convulsed around the head of my cock, sending shockwaves of pleasure through me, I struck.
My tongue wasn't gentle; it was a weapon. I stabbed it deep inside her weeping hole, driving into the slick, yielding heat as far as it would go. The sudden, deep invasion made her whole body jolt against me, a muffled scream vibrating deliciously around my cock.
I felt the inner walls of her cunt clench instinctively around my tongue again.
I curled it upwards, finding that rough, textured patch high on her front wall– her G-spot – and scraped against it deliberately.
MMMMPPPHH!
Her scream was thick, liquid, desperate. The vibrations travelled down my shaft, straight to my balls. Her hips, pinned open by my arms, tried to buck, to grind down, seeking friction against the torturous pleasure. I held her immobilized, devouring her even as she choked on me.
I sucked. Hard. My lips sealed around her swollen clit with brutal pressure, drawing the sensitive nub deep into the wet heat of my mouth. My tongue flattened, pressing firmly against the trapped bundle of nerves, then flicked rapidly side-to-side like a switchblade. At the same time, I slid my left hand from under her knee, spreading her asscheek wide.
I pressed the pad of my thumb firmly against the tight, puckered ring of her asshole. Not penetrating, just claiming, applying steady, dominant pressure to that forbidden nerve center.
The dual assault was devastating. My tongue fucking deep, scraping her G-spot. My mouth suctioning her clit like I meant to devour it whole. My thumb pressing relentlessly on her asshole. Her body became a live wire.
Thighs trembled violently against my hold. Her back arched sharply. The muffled sounds around my cock grew constant, wet, frantic – a continuous keening moan of overwhelmed ecstasy mixed with the struggle for air.
"EROS! MMMMMPHH! YES! GOD—!"
Her garbled plea vibrated against my flesh, pushing me closer to the edge. I could feel the spasms starting deep inside her cunt, around my thrusting tongue. A fresh wave of hot, slick liquid flooded my mouth, coating my chin, dripping down onto my neck.
She was coming.
Hard.
The realization, combined with the desperate vibrations humming around my cock head, shattered what little control I had left.
I thrust my hips upwards violently. Forcing more cock into the constricting heat of her throat. Felt her uvula flutter wildly against the sensitive underside of the crown. Felt the desperate, burning suction as she tried to gulp air around the thick obstruction. Her nose was smashed against my pubic bone, tears and drool soaking my skin. Held her there, buried balls-deep in her convulsing throat, as her cunt gushed into my mouth.
The pressure in my balls became an inferno. I detonated. Thick, hot ropes of cum erupted directly down her esophagus. I felt her swallow instinctively, gulp, gulp, her throat muscles massaging the head in a desperate, reflexive attempt to breathe. Cum overflowed, forcing its way past the tight seal of her stretched lips.
It bubbled out the corners, oozing down her chin in thick, white strings, dripping onto my abs and mixing with the slick flood from her cunt soaking my face.
I held her pinned in that brutal tableau for endless seconds – my tongue buried deep in her still-spasming cunt, lapping at the torrent of her release; my cock pulsing in her raw, abused throat; her body convulsing between us, utterly overwhelmed.
Slowly, with deliberate cruelty, I dragged her head up and off my shaft. It emerged with a wet, obscene POP. A thick, glistening rope of cum and saliva connected her swollen, split lips to my glistening, softening crown. It stretched, thinning, then broke, landing like a wet lash across her cheek.
She collapsed forward onto the silk sheets like a marionette with its strings cut. Face down. Ass high in the air, glistening with her juices and my spit. Gasping. Choking. Great, ragged sobs wracked her frame, muffled by the expensive linen.
My release smeared around her mouth. Her left hand, the one bearing Harold's diamond engagement ring, lay limp beside her head. The stone glittered obscenely, coated in a thick layer of saliva and pearly cum. It was no longer a symbol of promise; it was a tombstone marking Harold's demolished future.
I wiped my chin with the back of my hand, smearing her essence onto my skin. The scent hung thick in the air – sweat, sex, cum, the dying perfume of roses. I looked down at her ruined form, owned and broken. Her breathing was shallow, ragged, the only sound in the opulent suite besides the distant hum of Miami.
The city lights glittered beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows, indifferent witnesses to the defilement enacted in Harold's penthouse.
"Next," I rasped, my voice raw from exertion and conquest, "I ruin that untouched cunt."
Amanda didn't move. Didn't speak. Just lay there, shattered, utterly owned, the diamond on her finger gleaming with the undeniable proof of her submission.