"Hmmmm~ Schluuup. Ugh. Schlurp. Hmmmph!!!"
Bella in shadows and gold—a vision on her knees, her full lips slightly parted, dark eyes glistening with something between reverence and raw hunger. Her chest rose fast, uneven breaths betraying her nervous excitement. But there was no fear. Not in the way she looked at me, and sucking my cock.
"POP! Ahhh~ It's so big…" she whispered, voice trembling like she was confessing a sin. Like she wanted to say more but couldn't force the words out.
I smirked, curling my fingers into her dark, silken hair. Not gentle. Not kind. Ownership.
"GRAB!!!!". I tugged just enough to make her gasp; to tilt her face up so she had no choice but to look at me.
"All for you, winner," I growled, low and rough. "You wanted this... You earned it… Now show me how grateful you really are… Puta, worship my balls, bitch,"
"Si, papi~". She didn't hesitate.
Her body leaned forward, tits pressing into her thighs, spine arched like a worshipper at an altar.
"Lick~ mmmmm!! Sniff!! Fuck! Your balls, I so fucking big, Cuz~ Lick! Hmmm so, fucking tasty!" Her breath wrapped around my balls—wet, hot, teasing—before her tongue finally darted out. It was slow. Deliberate.
"Hmmmm~ Lickk~ Slllrrppp~". A long, sinuous lick that started at the base, dragging up along the heavy sac of my balls, then swirling lazily underneath before gliding up the thick length to the swollen crown.
"Ahhh~ I know, baby girl… all that thick baby batter in there is for you, so, make love with it,". I ordered as I grab her hair and made her looked at me, with my balls in her mouth.
"Thank you, Cuz… I'll be prepping it for myself… making I hot and thick~ Schlurp….Sllrrppp~ Ahhh!!".
She purrs as she sucked and slurping on both of my balls in her hot mouths, The sound echoed off the marble bathroom door beside us, loud and filthy. She was greedy, and loving how, today was her special day. I can feel her tongue scrapping my sacks, I already felt it deep in my gut—tightening, coiling.
"Schluuup…. Schlurp Schlurp Schlurpppppp~".
Her tongue flattened, pressing hard, lapping up the bead of pre-cum like it was holy. She moaned around the taste—soft, needy—and the vibration shot straight through me. I gritted my teeth, gripping her hair tighter.
"You like that?" I asked, voice tight. "You like the way I taste?"
"Hmmm! Hmm!" She nodded, eyes fluttering shut, then opened again to lock onto mine. This time, she didn't tease.
"Ahhhhh~" Her mouth opened wide—so wide—and she took the head in one smooth motion.
"SSLLRRPPPPPP!! SUCK!! Hmpht! SLLURRPPP!!!" Warm. Wet. Sucking. Her lips formed a perfect seal, and she sank down, inch by inch, her tongue working in frantic circles around the ridge. I groaned, low and guttural, hips bucking slightly forward.
"Yeah… damn, you're good at this," I muttered, watching every movement like it was sacred.
"Take it deeper, baby girl…. Show me you want it."
She did.
"Slllurrppp! Cough!! GUUGGGHHH!!!! HAAAAHHH~". Down she went, cheeks hollowing, throat working as she tried to take more. Her nose brushed against my lower stomach, and I felt it—the tight, velvety grip of her throat clamping around the tip. But she wasn't done.
"Slllurrppp! Ughk. COUGH!!!"
She pulled back, only to plunge forward again.
"SSLLRRPPPPPP!! SUCK!!".
And again.
"Schlurp!!!!. Schluuup. Schlurp.!!!!!"
Each stroke was harder, hungrier. Her hands cupped my balls, rolling them gently, then firmer—possessive. One hand slid back, tugging slightly on the base of my cock as her mouth descended. The other gripped my thigh, nails biting in.
I could hear her breathing through her nose, fast and shallow, the wet sounds of her mouth joined by the soft, desperate
"mmm" she made around my shaft. Every hum sent shockwaves through my spine.
"That's it," I growled.
"Suck it…. Use that sweet mouth! You're such a dirty little angel, aren't you? All this for me? Yeah… take it. Take it."
She looked up at me—through her lashes—half-lidded, eyes glassy with lust and effort. Then she tried to go deeper. Pushed hard. Her throat spasmed, and—
"Ugh. Ughk. COUGH!!! MMmmmmpphmmm!!"
She gagged—once, twice—but she didn't stop. Didn't pull back. No, she fought it. Her throat opened, clenched, and opened again, forcing me deeper down that tight, pulsing tunnel. Tears welled at the corners of her eyes, spilling over, tracing down her cheeks. Her nose flared with each strained breath. But she took it. All of it.
I lost control.
My hips snapped forward. Hard.
"PAH! PAH! PAH!"
Skin slapped against skin—my pelvis hammering into her face, cock buried to the hilt in her throat. I was fucking her mouth now, short, brutal strokes, each one driving her to gag harder.
"Ughk! Ugh! Ughgh! Slrrrppp!! Guh!!"
The sounds were desperate, choked, beautiful. Every gag, every tremble in her throat only made me harder. Made me wilder. I could feel it—the pressure building, low and hot, curling up from my balls like a storm about to break.
"You feel that?" I hissed, voice ragged.
"You feel me getting close? Good…. You better swallow every drop, Bella. Every fucking drop…. None of it leaves your mouth. You hear me?"
She couldn't answer. Couldn't speak.
But she nodded. Her eyes rolled back, her body shuddering as she took another brutal thrust.
And then it hit.
"AAHH!!! FUCKK!!!!~"
My back arched, my abs locked, and I exploded.
"Spluuurt! Spluurt! Spluuurt! Spluuurt!... Spluuurt!"
Rope after rope of thick, hot cum blasted into her throat. I could feel her gulp—deep, frantic—swallowing as fast as she could, but I came too hard, too fast. Some spilled, warm and sticky, down her chin, dripping onto her tits still pressed against her thighs.
"HMM!!!! Slllrrppp! GULP! GULP!!!". But she fought to keep it all. Her throat milked me, squeezing with every spasm, her hand wrapped tight around the base, jerking me through it all.
"Pah! Sppuurrtt!! Pah!". I kept thrusting, even as I emptied myself into her, groaning her name like a curse, like a prayer.
"Bella… fuck… Bella… that's it! FUCK! Drink that cum, bitch!". I growled keeping that pretty face on my cock, still.
"GULP!!! Slllrrppp! GULP!" She didn't stop. Even as her breath came in ragged gasps between swallows, cheeks hollowed, eyes shut tight, she sucked—milked—until the last trembling pulse left me.
"SSLLLRRRPPPP!!! POP! ". Only then did she pull off. With a wet, popping sound.
Her lips glistened—swollen, redder than before, slick with spit and cum. A thin, trembling strand stretched from her bottom lip to the tip of my still-throbbing cock, catching the light before snapping.
"Gah!! Hah! Hah~". She gasped—deep, greedy breaths—her chest heaving as she blinked up at me. Tears, sweat, and a sheen of my release coated her face. Her hair was messy, haloed around her like she'd been through a war.
But her smile?
That was triumphant.
Slowly, deliberately, she ran her tongue along her lips—cleaning, savoring—before letting out a soft, satisfied hum.
"Mmm… Papi…" Her voice was hoarse, ruined. Perfect. "You taste so fucking delicious."
I looked down at her—my winner—and felt something dark and possessive tighten in my chest. Not just pride. Not just lust.
Conquest. She'd earned this. And I'd make sure she earned more. I grabbed her chin, forcing her to meet my gaze again.
"That," I said, thumb swiping a drop of cum from the corner of her mouth, "was just the appetizer."
Her breath hitched. And I knew—she was ready for the main course. Bella's legs trembled as I hauled her up from the floor, her breath still ragged from what I'd just done to her with my mouth. I crashed my lips against hers, swallowing her moan as she tasted herself on my tongue—schlurp—her flavor bitter and sweet, fucking intoxicating.
Step-by-step, I took control.
I backed her up toward the massive bed, her knees buckling the second they hit the edge. She fell onto the silky comforter, her dark hair fanning out as she stared up at me with blown-out, desperate eyes. Her thighs fell open without hesitation, her glistening pussy already swollen, dripping, begging for me.
"Please, Sael... I need it. I need to feel you."
Her voice was wrecked, whiny—pathetic in the best way. I climbed over her, the bed dipping under my weight as I gripped my cock, so thick and heavy it throbbed just from seeing how wet she was for me. I dragged the tip through her soaked folds, teasing her clit for just a second before pressing against her entrance.
PAH!—I shoved the head in without warning.
"AHH! Fuck!" Bella's back arched off the bed, her nails clawing into my forearms as her body fought to adjust. She was ridiculously tight, her virgin cunt gripping me like a vice.
"Relax for me, Bella," I growled, but I didn't give her much of a chance.
With a slow, filthy grind, I pushed deeper—watching her face contort, feeling the way her walls fluttered, resisting before—pop!—that delicate barrier gave way. Her scream was sharp, broken, her entire body seizing up as another brutal orgasm ripped through her.
"AAHH!!! AAHHNNNN!!!~! SAEL! It's—ah!—so full!"
She was dripping, her juices making an obscene schlurp as I pulled back just enough to slam into her again. PAH! Harder this time. Deeper.
"Don't stop!" she sobbed, her voice cracking. "Please, don't stop. Fuck me, Papi. Fuck me, Daddy!"
That was it. Game fucking over.
I lost all restraint, pistoning into her with a savage rhythm, the bed crashing into the wall with every thrust.
"PAH! PAH! PAH!" The slap of skin on skin, her choked cries, the wet squelch of her greedy cunt taking every inch—it was filthy. Perfect.
"Your cock is too big, Papi!! It's stretching me so good!" she babbled, her words slurred with pleasure. "I can—ah!—taste myself on you! Fuck me harder!"
I obliged, gripping her hip hard enough to bruise, yanking her onto me as I drilled deeper, harder, the lewd schlurp, schluuup of her tight little pussy milking me driving me wild. She was so fucking wet it dripped down my balls, soaking the sheets beneath us.
"You gonna cum for me again, you dirty slut?" I snarled, my thrusts turning jagged, erratic.
She didn't answer—couldn't. Her whole body locked up, her back bowing as a scream tore from her throat:
"AAHH!!! GUOO~ I'M CUMMING! DON'T STOP, PAPI!"
Her orgasm hit like a fucking tsunami, her cunt clenching around me in brutal spasms as she squirted, her release gushing between us in a shameless spluuurt. The sensation of her pulsing around my cock was too much—I buried myself to the hilt and let go with a deep, guttural roar.
"SPLUUURT!! SPLUUURT!! SPLUUURT!! "
Rope after rope of cum flooded her, painting her walls, marking her mine. My hips jerked through the aftershocks, grinding into her until she whimpered, oversensitive.
Collapsing on top of her, I let the weight of my body pin her down, both of us drenched in sweat, panting, wrecked.
She nuzzled into my chest with a sleepy sigh.
"Best prize ever."
I kissed her forehead, fingers trailing lazily down her spine.
"Yeah, cuz. It really was."