(KRYSTAL'S POV)
"Get on your elbows and knees. Ass up in the air. Now." Valentino says, and by his tone, it's not a request.
My body obeys before my mind can catch up, the muscles in my back and arms flexing as I get into position on the bed. I arch my spine, pushing my ass high, and let my knees slide apart. The cool air of the room hits my wetness, my pussy still slick and dripping from his last load. I feel a fresh trickle escape and slide down my inner thigh.
Fuck, I'm still so open for him.
I hear his footsteps, heavy on the floor, and then his hands are on me. His grip isn't gentle, it's possessive. His fingers dig into the flesh of my hips, holding me in place. I can feel the heat of him behind me, the blunt, hard tip of his cock pressing against my slippery entrance.
"Look at this mess you made," he growls, his voice low and rough. "My fucking cum is dripping out of this perfect little cunt. You can't even keep it inside you, can you? You're just a leaky little fucktoy."
He doesn't wait for an answer. He shoves himself into me with one brutal, perfect thrust. I cry out as he fills me, stretching my pussy wide open again. My head drops between my shoulders, my whole world narrowing to the sensation of him thrusting in and out of my aching pussy.
One of his hands stays anchored on my hip, the other comes down hard on my ass cheek. The slap is sharp and stings, the sound cracking through the room. A bloom of heat spreads across my skin.
"That's it," he growls, his rhythm frantic and deep. "Take my fucking cock, you greedy slut. This is all you're good for. Just a warm, wet hole for me to use."
"Yes, yes, yes!" I moan out loud. "Use my fucking pussy!"
My clit throbs, begging for attention. I reach a hand down, my fingers frantically finding that swollen nub, and I rub fast, hard circles, matching the brutal pace he's setting.
"You gonna come already?" he taunts, delivering another sharp smack to my other ass cheek. The pain mixed with the pleasure, a dizzying cocktail that makes my vision blur. "You're that much of a desperate whore? Come on, then. Do it. Squirt all over my cock while I fuck this pretty ass."
His words tip me over the edge and a violent orgasm rips through me. My whole body seizes, my cunt clenching around his dick in a series of tight, rhythmic pulses.
"OH MY—FUCK!" I scream, my voice breaking.
He doesn't stop. He keeps pounding into me, fucking me straight through the convulsions, drawing the pleasure out until it's almost too much for me to bear.
Just as I start to calm down, he pulls out. His hands flip me over onto my back like I weigh nothing. Before I can even catch my breath, he spreads my legs wide, pushing my knees toward my chest, putting my thoroughly fucked pussy on full display for him. His hand wraps around my throat. Not squeezing, just holding me to make me know that right here in this room… on this bed… he owns me.
His eyes lock onto mine. "New rule," he growls, rubbing the tip of his cock against my pussy. "From now on, you call me Daddy no matter what. You understand me?"
I nod as much as his grip around my neck will allow, my pulse hammering against his palm.
"Yes, Daddy." I obey.
A dark smile touches his lips. "Good girl. Now beg for it. I want to hear you beg for my fucking cock."
I don't even have to fake the desperation, my body screams for him to fill the empty, throbbing ache he left behind.
"Please, Daddy," I beg. "Please, I need it. I need your cock inside me. Fuck me, Daddy. Please!"
He dives into me again, and the force of it makes my head snap back against the mattress. A loud moan echoed from deep inside my check.
"Fuck, Daddy," I cry. "You're so fucking deep."
"That's my good girl," he pants, his hips slapping against mine. His hand tightens just a fraction on my neck, a dizzying rush of power and submission. His other hand gropes my breast, pinching my nipple hard, sending another jolt of pleasure straight to my core.
"You take this dick so fucking well," he grunts. "Born to be a set of holes for me, weren't you?"
"YES DADDY, YES!" I cry out loud.
The pace is relentless, punishing. The bed rocks with the force of his thrusts. The pleasure builds again. I kept moaning, crying out, lost in the feeling of being so completely owned.
"Faster," I gasp, the word slipping out of me without thought. "Go faster!"
He stopped dead. The sudden stillness was a shock. The loss of his movement, the loss of that incredible friction, was a physical pain. My eyes fly open to meet those green eyes blazing down at me.
His free hand comes up and slaps me hard across the face. The sharp sting makes my cheek burn and my eyes water.
"What did I fucking tell you?" he snarls, his voice deadly quiet.
The mistake registers. A cold fear splinters through the heat.
"I'm sorry, Daddy," I say. "Please, Daddy, fuck me faster. Fuck me harder."
The anger in his eyes shifts back to dark approval. He starts moving again, and this time it's a fucking frenzy. He's ruthless, mercilessly slamming into me with a force that shakes my entire body. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoes loud in the room.
"You feel that?" he grunts, his breath hot against my ear. "You feel how deep I'm planting myself in you? I'm gonna fill this cunt up. I'm gonna pump my fucking load so deep into your womb it'll have no choice but to take all of it. You want that? You want me to breed this tight little pussy?"
"Yes! Daddy, yes! Breed me. I want your fucking cum!" I beg, sobbing, and completely coming undone.
"I'm gonna come," he growls, his thrusts becoming erratic, harder. "Beg for it. Beg for my fucking seed."
"Please, Daddy, please give it to me! Fill me up! I need to feel you come deep inside my pussy!"
His whole body goes rigid above me. A rough, deep roar tearing from his throat as he plunges into me with one last, devastating thrust. I feel the hot, pulsing rush of his orgasm flood into me, jet after jet of cum spilling deep inside my clutching cunt. The sensation pushes me over another edge, a second, shattering climax that leaves me seeing stars, my own cries muffled against his chest as my entire body trembles uncontrollably.
He collapses on top of me, his full weight pressing me into the mattress, his dick still buried to the hilt inside me. Our ragged breaths are the only sound in the room, our hearts hammering against each other.
He slowly pulls out. We both look down between my splayed legs. A thick, white trickle of his cum immediately begins to seep out of my well-used pussy, dribbling down onto the sheets.
Valentino leans back on his elbows, his chest still rising and falling. He tilts his head, a lazy grin playing at the corners of his mouth as his eyes drag over me.
"You know…" he says, his voice lighter now, "I think I'm starting to like our friendship. We've got a good rhythm going."
He smirks, brushing a thumb along my jaw before leaning back again. "Real good rhythm."