He knelt behind me without a word, his thumbs prying my thighs apart with slow, deliberate pressure, exposing me completely. His hot breath hit first, grazing the hypersensitive skin, making me catch my breath and arch my back involuntarily. Then his mouth descended all at once, hot, wet, ravenous. His tongue plunged in without warning, licking slow at first—long, sloppy strokes that lapped up everything dripping out—then sped up, circling my clit with perfect pressure, the rough tip tracing quick loops that sent electric shocks racing up my spine.
"That's it, you slut... open that pussy up for me!" he said as he devoured me with his hot mouth.
The contrast was fucking maddening: the wet heat of his mouth against the cool room air, raising goosebumps on every inch of my back, my legs, my neck. I buried my face in the pillow, the clean fabric scent mixing with my sweat and the thick arousal hanging in the air. He sucked hard, his lips enveloping everything, creating a hot vacuum that made my clit throb like a second heartbeat. He alternated long, deep licks with short, aggressive sucks, his tongue pressing firm and rhythmic, no mercy.
My whole body shook, and all I could do was moan—thighs quivering around his head, hips bucking up on their own begging for more, hands clutching the sheet so tight my knuckles went white. The heat built fast, intense, pounding, until it was unbearable. I came so fucking hard, my body convulsing against the mattress, pussy clenching in deep, rhythmic spasms, gushing hot wetness that ran down my thighs and soaked the sheet. Brutal waves exploded from my cunt to my chest, stealing my breath, making my vision flash white for a few seconds. I screamed into the pillow, hoarse like an animal, legs kicking wildly in the air as I trembled through the final contractions, dizzy, gasping, body limp and throbbing.
He didn't even wait for me to catch my breath. He yanked me by the hair, kinda rough, digging his fingers into my scalp like he owned me, which made me gasp loud. He pressed his mouth to my ear and started cussing me out, driving me even crazier and soaking wet, my pussy throbbing hard just from hearing that raspy voice spilling filth:
"Fuck, you really are a little whore, huh cousin?"
"Turn over, you bitch. Now I'm gonna fuck you for real. I wanna slam deep while I stare at that slutty face of yours… gonna fill you up till you beg," he growled, his rough voice and hot breath on my neck making my pussy pulse like crazy, my whole body shaking with anticipation.
Then he flipped me onto my back with the same brutal force, hands on my shoulders dragging me to the center of the bed. He climbed on top, his heavy, sweaty body sticking to mine, his broad chest rubbing my tits with every ragged breath.
He lined up his cock at my entrance—thick, hot, throbbing hard against my soaked pussy—and thrust in all at once. I felt his dick splitting me open, stretching my inner walls with delicious pressure, filling me completely, inch by inch. He started fucking me slow, burying it all the way, staring into my eyes with that cocky, possessive look, wild to own me.
"Fuck me hard, fuck me, fuck... Harder, come on..... FUCK MEEEE!!!!" I moaned hoarse, begging, nails digging deep into his shoulders, scratching the skin as I felt sweat drip from his chest onto my belly.
"That's it, you naughty cousin... beg me to fuck you hard," he grunted, voice rough and possessive, picking up the pace while locking eyes with me, that sleazy grin mixed with pure lust.
He ramped it up, brutal thrusts now, the wet slap of our bodies crashing echoing loud in the room, mixed with our moans and the creak of the bed.
Suddenly he pulled out, hand squeezing the base of his cock tight, arm muscles flexing. He came hard: thick, hot spurts landing first on my belly, warm and heavy, then shooting up to my chest, splattering my tits, trickling slow over my still-hard nipples. The last one hit my face—warm drops smacking my cheeks, my chin, running down my neck. The strong scent of fresh cum filled the air, blending with our sweat and the lingering heat.
I laughed low, satisfied, licking my lips to taste a bit, wiping my face with the back of my hand as I felt the hot liquid drip down my neck and stick to my tits.
I rolled onto my back, spreading his cum across my skin with my fingertips, tracing lazy patterns over my breasts while staring at the ceiling. My heart was still pounding unevenly.
"Fuck… I really am a slut," I thought, not a shred of regret. Just pure horniness.
My fingers kept sliding, slick, between my tits.
"I'm the best prize this guy's ever gonna get in his life. And he knows it."