CHAPTER 2 #4
A sudden, violent wave of electricity shot straight up her spine, locking her muscles in a rigid, trembling spasm.
Her internal walls clamped down on his thick shaft with extraordinary force, fluttering in a series of wild, uncontrolled contractions that dragged a high, piercing scream from her throat.
"Drew! Drew! Oh my God! I am coming! I’m coming!"
Her first orgasm hit her like a freight train, crashing through her body with an intensity that made her see stars behind her closed eyelids. Her core flooded, a warm, thick rush of her own fluids pouring out around his shaft, lubricating his movement even further.
Drew felt the sudden, tight clamping of her body and let out a long, dark growl against her lips. He did not stop; he accelerated his hips, driving through her climax, working her through the pleasure until her cries turned into soft, helpless whimpers.
"That is one," Drew growled in her ear, his teeth gently nipping the sensitive lobe of her ear. "Come for me again, Jayla. I want to feel you lose your mind completely."
***
He pulled out completely.
The sudden absence of his massive length made Jayla let out a mournful, hollow gasp.
She lay on her back, panting heavily, her chest heaving, her thighs trembling as she looked at her own body.
Her entrance was gaped open, wet, pink, and pulsing softly in the light, completely stretched from the width of what had just inhabited her.
"Turn over," Drew commanded softly, his dark voice leaving no room for argument. "On your hands and knees. Ass up in the air."
Jayla scrambled into position without a second thought. She rolled onto her stomach, pushing herself up onto her hands and knees in the center of the large bed. She buried her face into the white pillow, lifting her hips high into the air, presenting her bare, smooth rear to him.
Drew knelt behind her. He reached out, his broad hands taking firm hold of her curved hips, his fingers digging into her olive skin hard enough to leave small, fading red marks.
He rested the wide, wet head of his cock against her gaped entrance from behind, rubbing it up and down her slit, coating her in her own slick, before aligning himself and driving forward with one long, powerful thrust.
Thump.
He slammed his full, massive length into her to the absolute root in one long, brutal stroke.
"AH! FUCK!" Jayla shrieked into the tangled sheets, her spine arching like a bow as the harsh new angle let his thick head hammer against a deep, untouched spot that sent lightning shooting straight to her brain.
"Take every filthy inch of this black meat, bitch," Drew growled in her ear, his broad hips snapping into her rear with a ruthless, bone-deep impact that rattled her entire frame.
"Is this what you were starving for in that pristine, boring house?
Is this what that little husband of yours couldn't give you? "
"YES!" Jayla sobbed hysterically into the mattress, her inked hips rolling back into his heavy groin to meet every punishing drive. "YES, DREW! RUIN THIS MARRIED CUNT! MAKE ME LIMP FOR A WEEK!"
Drew collapsed his broad, sweat-slicked chest flat against her back, pinning her small body beneath his sheer weight.
His face buried into the curve of her neck, sucking a deep, dark mark onto her skin, while his left hand snaked underneath her belly to lock two fingers onto her swollen, throbbing clit.
His right hand stayed clamped on her hip, his long fingers digging deep into her soft flesh, leaving violet bruises in the shape of his grip.
He pounded her without mercy. The wet, slapping sound of his dark groin crashing against her bare ass—thwack-thwack-thwack—echoed through the room like a filthy, hypnotic drumbeat.
The brutal depth from behind combined with his ruthless thumb grinding her hypersensitive peak drove Jayla straight into a second climax with terrifying speed.
Her arms completely gave out. Her face buried into the sheets as a violent, shattering orgasm tore through her frame—far more savage and agonizingly sweet than the first. Her stretched walls clamped down on his thick shaft in wild, helpless spasms, and with a sudden, uncontrollable gush, her body squirted a hot, heavy spray of slick fluid that completely soaked the mattress beneath her thighs.
"Dayum, girl, look at you, you filthy little slut," Drew growled with dark, triumphant pride as the scalding rush coated his throbbing shaft. "Squirting your nasty juices all over this bed for my dick. So fucking wet... you're drowning my cock, Jayla."
He didn't give her a single second to recover. He maintained his brutal, heavy pace right through her squirting release, riding out her spasms and driving her into a state of total, weeping hysteria until her legs turned to jelly beneath her.
He yanked his glistening length free with a wet pop, grabbed her roughly by her tattooed waist, and flipped her onto her back to take her again.
Before she could catch her breath, Drew grabbed her legs, lifting her knees high into the air and folding her nearly in half, resting her ankles over his broad shoulders. The position opened her up to her absolute limit, tilting her pelvis up toward the ceiling.
He drove back in.
The depth was incredible. Jayla’s eyes rolled back in her head as she felt the wide head of his cock penetrating deeper than should have been physically possible. It felt as though he were occupying her stomach, her chest, her entire soul.
"Drew..." she sobbed, her hands reaching up to grasp his wrists as he held her folded against him. "Drew... please... I cannot take any more..."
"You can take it," Drew whispered, leaning down to capture her lips in another long, deep kiss, his tongue sliding into her mouth while his hips continued their short, brutal, deep thrusts into her core.
"You are doing amazing, Jayla. You are taking every single bit of me like you were made for it. "
He worked her in that position until a third, shattering orgasm ripped through her, leaving her sobbing, shaking, and completely helpless beneath his broad frame.
***
When the violent waves of her third climax finally began to ease, Drew eased his heavy length out of her core and sat back on his heels near the foot of the bed.
Jayla lay limp on her back, her long black hair tangled across her face, her chest rising and falling in rapid, shallow hitches.
Her olive skin was flushed dark red, covered in a fine sheen of sweat that made her tattoos gleam under the lamp light.
Between her legs, her entrance remained open, swollen, and wet, a clear testament to the absolute destruction he had wrought upon her body.
Drew reached down, taking his massive, dark shaft in his hand. He was still rock hard, throbbing, and covered in their combined fluids, his thick veins standing out starkly against his skin.
He looked down at her with a warm, playful smile that restored the dimple to his left cheek.
"Look at you," he teased softly, his deep voice rich with dark humor. "You were talking so loud at Starbucks this morning. 'Is it ten inches? Can I feel it under the table?' Now look at you: laid out on a motel bed, crying like a baby."
Jayla let out a weak, breathy laugh, throwing her arm over her eyes to hide her flushed face. "Shut up," she giggled, her voice hoarse and raw from screaming. "You are a monster, Drew. An absolute monster."
"I told you what it was," he said, shifting closer to the edge of the mattress. "I told you three fingers was practice. You did not believe me?"
"I believed you," she whimpered, sliding her arm off her face to look at him, her dark eyes filled with affection, desire, and awe. "I just... I did not know it would feel like that. I feel like my whole body has been remodeled."
"It has been," Drew chuckled. "Now get over here on your knees. You have to clean off your mess."
Jayla did not hesitate. She crawled slowly across the cool white spread, her legs trembling so badly she could barely keep her balance. She reached the edge of the bed and sank to her knees on the soft carpet between his spread thighs.
She looked up at his massive, throbbing shaft resting inches from her face. She reached out with both hands, her dark ink covering his broad thighs, and wrapped her fingers around his length. She still could not close her hands fully around his girth.
She leaned forward, her tongue flicking out to lick the dark, swollen head, tasting the salty, sweet combination of her own arousal mixed with his pre-ejaculate.
"Mmm," she hummed, her eyes locking onto his as she licked a long line from the base of his shaft all the way to the flared tip. "You taste delicious, Mr. Girth."
"Do not play with it, girl," Drew growled playfully, his hands reaching down to cup the back of her head, his thick fingers threading through her long black hair. "Take it in your mouth."
Jayla opened her mouth wide, taking the broad head past her lips.
The circumference forced her jaws wide apart, stretching the corners of her mouth to their absolute limit.
She slid her lips down three inches, her cheeks hollowed, her dark eyes watering slightly from the sheer size of him, while her hands worked the base of his shaft in a slow, rhythmic stroke.
Drew let out a low, guttural groan that vibrated straight through her chest, his heavy hips twitching as her warm, soaking mouth stretched wide to swallow his dark, swollen head.
"Fuck... look at you, Jayla," he growled, his thick fingers tangling deep into her black hair to guide her rhythm. "You take this cock so fucking good, girl... drool all over it and suck the big dick that just wrecked your dirty little married cunt..."