MONICA
Tony froze when my moans grew louder, his voice sharp. "Monica, stop… you're disturbing me."
I turned my head slowly, my lips curling into a shameless smile. "This is me whenever the rain falls, Tony. I swear. It's the only way I keep myself safe."
Before he could argue, I yanked the duvet off my body, baring everything to him. My legs fell open wide on the bed, my pussy glistening under the dim light.
Tony's throat bobbed as he swallowed hard, his eyes flickering away then snapping right back to me.
"Look…" I whispered breathlessly, my fingers still buried in my heat as I squeezed my breasts with my other hand. My moan trembled out as my eyes locked on the thick bulge between his legs, the head of his cock twitching against his trousers.
I bit my lip, daring, reckless. "Tony… please."
He still didn't move, frozen in place, fighting himself. I reached out boldly, grabbed his wrist, and dragged his hand between my thighs. The moment his palm brushed my slick folds, I gasped and pressed him harder against me.
"Just… use your hand for me," I begged, my voice quivering with need.
"Monica—"
"Please…" I cut him off with another moan, grinding shamelessly against his fingers.
Something in him cracked. Slowly, hesitantly, his fingers began to move, rubbing me clumsily at first, then firmer as my body reacted. My hips jerked against his hand, my moans spilling louder with every stroke.
"Ahhh—Tony… yesss… like that…"
He pushed a finger inside me, stiff and unsure, but the intrusion made my back arch off the bed. My wetness coated him instantly. I clutched his arm with both hands, riding his finger greedily, crying out with every thrust.
"Fuck, Tony… deeper… please, I need more…" I panted, my breasts bouncing with every desperate grind.
"Ahhh—fuck…" Tony groaned, his finger pumping deeper inside me, curling just enough to make my thighs tremble. I moaned and squirmed, but it still wasn't enough. The ache inside me burned hotter, wilder.
I pushed his hand away, panting, and suddenly rolled on top of him.
"Monica—what are you—"
His words cut off the moment I dragged the duvet away and I closed my lips around him, sinking down until my mouth was full of his heat.
"Fuck—Monica!" His voice cracked as his head fell back.
I bobbed hungrily on his cock, my tongue sliding along his shaft, my lips stretching around his size. His hips twitched up, forcing him deeper down my throat, and I moaned around him, the vibration making him groan louder.
"Ohhh shit—" Tony's head wiggled side to side, his eyes squeezed shut as if fighting it, but his hips betrayed him, jerking with every thrust of my mouth.
I clutched his thighs, sucking harder, fucking my mouth on him like I'd been starving for this moment. Spit dripped down my chin, his cock glistening with my mess, but I didn't stop—I couldn't stop.
"Monica… oh God—"
Suddenly, Tony's whole body jerked. He sat up fast, my heart skipping—I thought he'd push me away, tell me to leave.
But instead, he grabbed my hair, stood right on the bed, and towered over me.
I stayed kneeling, breathless, staring up at him as his cock loomed above my lips. His chest heaved, his face dark with something new—desire, power.
"Open," he growled.
Before I could even move, he pushed his cock back into my mouth, sinking deep down my throat.
"Mmmphh!" I gagged around him, my eyes watering, but the sound only made him groan louder.
He pulled back, then thrust again, his hips slamming forward, using my mouth like it belonged to him. My nails dug into his thighs, my body rocking with every rough thrust as he fucked my throat from above, grunting my name with each plunge.
Tony's hands tightened in my hair, his cock sliding deeper into my throat with each thrust. My lips stretched wide around him, spit dripping freely down my chin onto my bare chest.
"God, Monica… look at you," he groaned, his voice rough, broken. "On your knees for me… taking me like a slut…"
I moaned around him, the sound muffled, vibrating along his shaft. My eyes watered as he pushed harder, his tip hitting the back of my throat, making me gag. But instead of stopping, he gripped my head tighter and forced me to take more.
"Fuck—yes… choke on it," he growled, hips snapping forward. His cock pistoned in and out of my mouth, wet and messy, my saliva coating him with every deep thrust. I struggled for breath, but the raw heat between my thighs only burned hotter.
"Slutty little mouth…" he hissed, pulling all the way out, letting me gasp before shoving back in, making me cry out into his thickness. "So fucking wet just from sucking cock?"
I whimpered, my nails digging into his thighs, trying to steady myself as he used my throat like it was made for him. His abs flexed, his jaw tight, every thrust deeper and rougher.
smack!
I jerked as his hand came down hard on my bare ass. The sharp sting shot straight to my core.
"Ahhh—" I moaned against his cock, the vibration making him groan deep in his chest.
"You love it, don't you?" he grunted, slapping me again, harder this time. "Grinding, teasing me… now you're gonna take it."
Smack! Smack! His palm rained down on my ass while his hips drove into my mouth, the combination making my body tremble. I could feel slickness dripping down my thighs, my pussy soaking wet from being used so ruthlessly.
My throat convulsed around him as he thrust harder, his cock sliding in and out with filthy, wet sounds. Drool ran down my chin, my chest slick, my breasts bouncing with every movement.
"Fuck… Monica…" he panted, his hips jerking rougher, his voice breaking with need. "Your mouth feels so good… tighter than I imagined… fuck!"
I clawed at his thighs, my own body rocking in time with his thrusts, moaning helplessly around his cock. He held my head still and slammed forward one last time, burying himself to the hilt, making my throat stretch around him.
"Ahhh—yes… take it all, baby," he groaned.