Hospital Debauchery

Devon's eyes turned darker than storm clouds rolling in, gray shifting slow to black thunder as he stepped free from the dark puddle of his clothes scattered on the cold tile, cock still slick and shining thick from her throat.

The veins pulsing hard under the dim light that painted everything in warm, sinful gold.

The air between them crackled like live wire snapping, thick and heavy with the raw, heady scent of her dripping cunt, the salty tang of his cum still clinging to her swollen, red lips, the faint metallic bite of the restroom pipes mixing with their sweat and heat, the sharp lemon cleaner now drowned out by pure sex.

He didn't say a word at first. He didn't have to.

One hand shot out fast and sure, fingers wrapping tight around her throat, not choking hard, just owning every inch, pinning her upper body flat to the cool tile wall with a grip that made her pulse hammer under his palm.

While her ass stayed arched high and shameless, legs spread wide and trembling, pussy lips parted and glistening like a ripe, juicy fruit begging to be torn open and devoured.

Klein let out a whimper, wet and broken, high and needy, her pussy clenching hard on nothing, walls fluttering desperate, a fresh bead of thick slick rolling slow and lazy down her inner thigh to join the growing puddle on the floor, the scent of her arousal blooming heavy and sweet, musky, filling the small room like perfume.

Her knees were red and bruised from the tile, but she didn't care, didn't move, just stayed bent and open, waiting.

"Stay," he growled, voice low and rough. vibrating deep through her bones, making her shiver hard from head to toe.

He stepped in close behind her, the heat of his body a blazing furnace against her back, skin radiating like he'd been forged in fire, sweat already beading on his chest, dripping slow down the hard lines of his abs.

His free hand slid down the curve of her spine, slow and deliberate, palm flat and warm, nails scraping lightly over the soft, dimpled skin of her ass until she shivered violent, goosebumps rising in waves across her pale flesh, her breath hitching sharp.

He cupped one cheek firm, spread her open wide with both hands now, exposing her completely to the cool air, pink folds swollen and shining wet, asshole tight and twitching under his hungry gaze, clit peeking hard and red from its hood.

His thumb brushed that puckered ring slow, teasing lazy circles, pressing just enough to make the muscle flutter, make her jerk forward with a loud, filthy moan that echoed off the tiles like a plea in church.

Then lower, two thick fingers sliding through her soaked slit, parting the puffy lips slow, spreading her juices up and down, coating her from clit to hole, the wet sound slick and filthy, obscene in the quiet, his fingers coming away shining.

"Fuck, you're drenched," he muttered, voice thick with dark amusement, almost to himself, watching the way her slick clung to his skin in sticky strings.

He pushed those two fingers inside her without warning, deep and sudden, knuckles deep in one smooth thrust, curling hard against her front wall, scraping that rough spot that made her eyes roll back white.

Klein cried out sharp and filthy, the sound bouncing wild off the walls, her hips bucking back hard and greedy, trying to take more, to fuck herself on his hand.

He scissored them wide, stretching her open slow, feeling her walls grip tight, pumping slow at first, then faster, the wet squelch of her pussy loud and rhythmic, juices dripping down his knuckles, coating his hand, running in rivulets down his wrist.

His thumb found her clit, swollen and hard like a pebble, circling rough and relentless, flicking it side to side hard, then up and down, while his fingers fucked in and out deep, curling, stroking, owning every inch of her slick, pulsing heat, the pressure building fast.

She was babbling now, incoherent and desperate, words tumbling out in broken, wet gasps, "Please—please—more—fuck—need your cock—need it deep—stretch me—fill me—please—oh god—"

He pulled his fingers free sudden with a wet, sucking pop that made her whine high, brought them straight to her mouth dripping with her own mess.

She sucked them clean greedy and loud, tongue swirling around the digits, lapping every drop, tasting her own tangy, sweet slick, moaning deep and throaty around them like they were the best thing she'd ever had, eyes locked on his, wild and pleading, mascara running in fresh black streaks down her cheeks.

He watched close, eyes hooded and dark, cock twitching hard against her ass, smearing a fresh line of precum on her skin, hot and sticky.

Then he lined up slow.

The head of his cock nudged her entrance, thick and blunt, sliding slow through her soaked folds, coating himself in her juices, the heat of him searing against her sensitive skin.

He didn't push in yet.

Just teased cruel, dragging the fat crown up and down her slit over and over, over her throbbing clit, making her jump and gasp, back to her hole, pressing just enough to stretch the rim wide, make her feel the burn of the stretch, the promise of pain and pleasure, before pulling away slow and torturous.

Again.

Again.

Again.

He did it until she was shaking hard all over, thighs trembling like leaves in a storm, trying to push back desperate onto him, but his hand on her throat kept her pinned firm to the wall, helpless, whining.

"Beg," he said, voice low and dangerous, a command that cut through the air like a blade, his cockhead pressing harder now, just the tip breaching her, stretching her open.

"Please," she sobbed loud, voice cracking raw, tears mixing with sweat and mascara. "Please fuck me. Fill me up. Break me wide. I need it—need your cock—need you to wreck this pussy—please—fuck me hard—please—"

He slammed in.

One brutal, merciless thrust, balls-deep in a single savage stroke, no warning, no mercy, burying himself to the root.

Her pussy stretched wide around him, burning hot and tight, the drag of his massive girth scraping every nerve raw, filling her so full she felt split in two.

She screamed, loud and ragged, the sound tearing from her throat like it hurt, body jolting forward hard, tits smacking the tile with a wet, fleshy slap, nipples dragging painful.

He didn't stop, didn't give her time to breathe. Pulled back slow, agonizingly slow, almost all the way out, letting her feel every thick inch drag against her walls, the ridges catching, then drove in again, harder, deeper, the slap of his hips against her ass loud and wet, his heavy balls smacking her clit with every thrust, sending shocks up her spine.

He set a punishing rhythm, slow at first, each thrust deliberate and deep, grinding in to the root hard, his cockhead kissing her cervix with every brutal stroke, making her gasp and whine high, her pussy fluttering around him.

His hand left her throat at last, both now gripping her hips tight, fingers digging deep into soft, pale flesh, leaving red marks, pulling her back hard to meet every slam, the impact rippling through her ass, making it jiggle and bounce.

The sound was filthy pure, wet smacks echoing loud, her juices splattering with every thrust, dripping down his balls in thick drops, down her thighs in rivers, pooling thick and shiny on the tile, the scent of sex overwhelming everything.

He leaned over her heavy, chest pressing hot and slick to her back, sweat mixing between them, dripping down her sides, one hand snaking around slow to pinch her nipple hard between thumb and finger, twisting vicious until she keened high and broken, the pain shooting straight to her clit like lightning.

The other slid down her belly, fingers finding her clit again, rubbing fast and rough in tight, sloppy circles, slick with her own mess, the pressure perfect. His mouth found her ear, teeth scraping the lobe hard, tongue flicking inside wet, hot breath sending shivers racing down her spine, his stubble scratching her skin raw.

"You feel that?" he growled, voice dark and filthy, hips never slowing, grinding deeper.

She was beyond words completely, just moans and gasps spilling constant, her pussy fluttering wild around him, sucking him in deeper with every stroke, walls rippling hot.

He sped up sudden and sharp, hips snapping hard and fast, the slap of skin on skin echoing like gunshots in the small room, his cock pistoning in and out relentless, slick and shining with her thick cream, frothing at the base.

He shifted angle slight, cock dragging hard over her G-spot with every brutal thrust, relentless, merciless, the pressure building fast and hot in her belly, coiling tight like a spring.

Her legs shook violent now, knees buckling under the force, but he held her up easy, one arm wrapping around her waist like iron band, keeping her impaled deep, fucking her steady.

He pulled out sudden with a wet suck, spun her around fast and rough, shoved her back hard against the wall, the tile cold and shocking against her spine, making her gasp.

Her legs wrapped around his waist on pure instinct, ankles locking tight behind his back, heels digging into his ass hard, pulling him closer.

He drove back in deep, deeper this time, gravity helping, her weight slamming her down onto his cock, filling her to the hilt, stretching her so full she saw stars exploding behind her eyes, her pussy gripping him like a vice.

Her tits bounced wild with every thrust, nipples grazing his chest hard, aching and red.

He sucked one into his mouth sudden and greedy, teeth biting down sharp, tongue flicking fast over the peak, sucking hard enough to bruise deep while his hips pistoned relentless, cock slamming home again and again, the wet squelch of her pussy loud and constant, her juices coating his shaft thick, dripping down his balls in heavy drops.

He switched to the other nipple slow, biting, sucking, marking her pale skin with red teeth marks, while one hand gripped her ass tight, spreading her wider, fingers teasing her asshole again, pressing the tip of one inside slow, making her clench and moan louder.

She was close, so damn close, he could feel it in every flutter, her pussy clamping down hard, walls pulsing, her breath hitching in sharp, desperate gasps, body tensing tight like a bowstring.

He dropped a hand between them, thumb on her clit, rubbing hard and fast, in perfect time with his thrusts, the pressure brutal and perfect, his cock hitting deep.

"Come," he ordered, voice rough and commanding, teeth grazing her neck hard, leaving marks. "Come on my cock. Now. Let me feel you break wide open."

She shattered hard.

Her orgasm hit like a bomb exploding deep inside her, body convulsing violent, pussy spasming wild around him, milking his cock in rhythmic, vise-like pulses that made him groan deep and raw. She screamed, loud and broken, raw from her throat, back arching off the wall sharp and painful, nails raking down his back hard, drawing blood in hot, burning lines that stung sweet.

Her juices gushed sudden and hard, squirting around his cock in hot spurts, soaking his thighs, splattering the tile loud, the scent of her release thick and heady, overwhelming.

Her eyes rolled back white, mouth open in a silent O, then a guttural, animal moan as wave after wave crashed through her, body shaking violent, pussy clenching and releasing over and over, until she was sobbing with it, limp and trembling, tears streaming.

He fucked her through every second slow now, relentless, hips grinding deep, drawing it out long until the last tremor faded slow, her body slumping heavy against him, panting hard and ragged, sweat-slick and utterly spent, pussy still twitching around him.

Then, sudden and desperate, she grabbed his face with both shaking hands, pulled him down hard, and kissed him, messy and deep, tongue plunging wild into his mouth, tasting herself, him, cum and sweat and raw, filthy sex all mixed.

He kissed back dominant, claiming hard, teeth clashing, tongue fucking her mouth in time with the slow, deep roll of his hips still buried inside her, until she whimpered soft and sweet into him.