The air was thick with the musk of sweat and sex. Delilah’s fingers dug into the mattress as she arched her back, her heavy, round breasts swaying with each roll of her hips. She rode him hard, her ass slamming down against his thighs, taking every thick inch of his cock deep inside her dripping pussy. The wet, obscene sounds of their bodies slapping together filled the room, the slick friction of his shaft dragging against her swollen walls sending jolts of pleasure straight to her clit.
She could feel him—thick, veiny, pulsing inside her—stretching her in ways that still made her breath hitch, even after all this time. Her fingers curled into the sheets, her nails biting into the fabric as she ground down, her clit rubbing against the rough hair of his lower abs. The pleasure was almost too much, a coiled, desperate heat building low in her belly, her thighs trembling with the effort of keeping up the rhythm. God, he feels so good. The thought was a filthy, needy thing, clawing at her mind as she rocked back and forth, her pussy clenching around him, milking him with every downward thrust.
A whimper escaped her lips, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Her mind flickered—just for a second—back to a time when this body hadn’t been hers. Jake. The name echoed in her skull like a ghost... the name she had in her past life as a man before she was cursed. She didn't know why it happen or how she was transfored, she just remembered the first time she’d looked down and seen tits—heavy, soft, real—swinging beneath her when she moved. The way her hips had widened, the way her cock had shriveled and vanished between her legs, replaced by this slick, hungry hole that ached when it was empty. She’d hated it at first. The decreased strength, the strange curves, the lack of manhood between her legs and the perverted desires her new equipment craved. She hated cramps that twisted her gut like a knife during her first period, the way her body had betrayed her with its new, monthly requirements. The way men looked at her now—like she was something to be taken, something to be filled. But slowly these feelings changed...
Her lips parted in a silent moan as she remembered the first time a man had touched her like the man below she rode was doing now. The way his hands had gripped her hips, the way his cock had split her open, the way she’d begged for more before she’d even realized what she was doing. She’d fought it, at first. Hated the way her body responded, the way her pussy clenched around him, the way her nipples hardened under his tongue. But now? Now she craved it. The weight of her breasts, the way they bounced when she fucked, the way her ass jiggled when she rode a cock just like this. She loved the way her body moved—sinuous, fluid, made for this.
Her thighs burned as she picked up the pace, slamming herself down onto him harder, her pussy fluttering around his thickness. She could feel his hands on her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh, guiding her, using her. The thought sent a fresh wave of heat through her, her clit throbbing against his abs, her orgasm building like a storm just beneath her skin. She wanted it. Wanted him to fuck her, to own her, to fill her up until she was dripping with his cum. The idea of it—of his seed spilling inside her, of it taking root, of her belly swelling with his child—made her whimper, her walls clenching tight around him.
“Fuck,” she gasped, her voice thick with need. “You feel so good inside me.” Her fingers twisted in the sheets, her back arching as she ground down, her ass cheeks flexing with the effort. She could feel him swelling inside her, his cock twitching, and she knew—he was close. The thought sent her over the edge, her breath coming in sharp, desperate pants. “Please,” she whispered, her voice breaking. “I want it. I want you to fill me up.”
The words spilled out of her before she could stop them, raw and honest and filthy. She didn’t care. She wanted it—wanted to be his, wanted to be bred. The idea of it—of her body changing again, her belly growing round with child, her breast swelling with nurishment, but this time by choice, this time because she’d wanted it—made her pussy clench around him, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave. Her back bowed, her breasts bouncing wildly as she rode him through it, her cunt milking his cock, her walls fluttering around him as she came.
“Yes—yes—” she sobbed, her voice breaking as the pleasure tore through her. She could feel him groan beneath her, his hands gripping her hips so tight it would leave bruises, his cock pulsing inside her as he finally let go. The first hot spurt of cum hit deep, filling her, claiming her, and she moaned, her body trembling as she took every last drop. She could feel it—thick and warm, pooling inside her, leaking out around his shaft as she collapsed forward, her chest heaving.
For a moment, there was only the sound of their ragged breathing, the slick, wet sounds of his cum dripping out of her used pussy. She could feel it—trickling down her thighs, sticky and warm, the proof of what she’d become. What she was.
A woman.
His woman.
And if she had her way, she’d be more than that soon. Her hand drifted down, pressing gently against her lower belly, as if she could already feel the weight of a child growing inside her. The thought made her pussy twitch, her body still sensitive from her orgasm. She bit her lip, turning her head to look at him over her shoulder, her eyes dark with promise.
“Again,” she murmured, her voice husky. “I want it again.”
MODELS: Crystal Chase, Nicky Rebel PUBLISHER: ScoreLand