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Zayne
Reverse Cowgirl (you know he loveees your back)
The thick, hard length of Zayne's cock throbs inside you as you grind your hips back and forth, your wet cunt squeezing and milking his dick with each clap of your ass against his skin.
You can feel every ridge and vein dragging against your walls as you ride him, pussy gripping him like a vice. He loses himself in the sight of your ass rippling and bouncing with each thrust, his eyes tracing each lacy stretch marks etched into your plump skin.
Suddenly, the sharp crack of his palm striking your ass cheek echoes through the room, followed by another and another. The stinging pain mingles deliciously with pleasure, pushing you closer to the edge. Your clit grinding deliciously against his heavy balls with each movement, sending sparks of ecstasy shooting up your spine as his pretty cockhead kisses your cervix over and over.
You plant your hands on his thighs, fingers digging into the hard muscle as you drive yourself down on him again, harder this time.
"God, look at you," Zayne rasps, his voice rough with lust when he sees you arching away from him, hair cascading down your back, muscles rippling beneath your skin. "You were made for this" his large hand slides up the curve of your back possessively, as if he could mold your writhing body to his will.
He fists his hand in your hair, pulling your head back and arching your spine, opening you up completely to his thrusts. Your breath hitches on a keening cry, thighs trembling as you slam down one last time, shattering into a million pieces.
His name tears from your throat on a sob and you feel him swell and pulse inside you, his own release imminent. His fingers dig into your flesh, holding you steady, anchoring you as he buries himself to the hilt, his hot cum painting your insides.
CALEB
Mating press (He likes it hard and deep)
Your tight grip on Caleb's arm is the only thing keeping you anchored as his body cages you in, surrounding you completely. His thick biceps and forearms flex, holding your hips steady, pounding into you with deep thrusts that drive you further into the mattress with each snap of his hips.
The angle is brutal, your shoulder and neck pressed at an uncomfortable angle, sure to leave a bruise later. But the sharp sting is barely registering as Caleb's fat cock fills and stretches you so good, reaching parts of you that no one else ever has.
Folded nearly in half, your knees nearly touching your chest, you're completely at the mercy of his relentless fucking. He has you pinned, helpless to do anything but take the ruthless pounding and the pleasure pain of it.
The room fills with the obscene slap of his balls on your ass, the creaking and squeaking of the mattress springs as he fucks you into them.
You can barely hear anything over the noise of your own body's responses, the breathless hitches and sharp cries spilling from your lips with every deep, cervix rubbing thrust.
Your mind is hazy, drowning in a sea of conflicting sensations, the sharp zip of pain from your strained position warring with the liquid heat of pleasure.
"Fuck, Cay," you hear yourself moan, the words slurred and distant, as if spoken from the depths of a dream. Your train of thought is shattered, derailed by the pounding of Caleb's hips against yours, his thick cock splitting you open and reshaping you to fit him perfectly.
Somehow, miraculously, you've managed to hold out this long, your high building with each thrust. But as Caleb leans in to brush a surprisingly tender kiss against your forehead, you feel the last of your control slipping away.
"You look so good folded like this, Pips, makes it so easy for me to fuck you nice and deep." He punctuates his words with a sharp, aggressive thrust, grinding his pelvis against your bruised cervix and forcing a strangled cry from your throat.
Your legs tremble, thighs quaking and toes curling as the pleasure builds to a fever pitch.
"Caleb-!" The name tears from your lips as you come undone, but Caleb doesn't stop, doesn't let up, even as your cunt spasms and clenches around him. He rolls his hips, fucking you through your orgasm with deliberate strokes that draw out your pleasure until you're a boneless, mewling mess.
Before you can catch your breath, he's pulling out, only to slam back into you with a filthy squelch, your over sensitive folds parting.
"Fuck!" you cry out, back arching off the bed as he hilts inside you. Your hands scrabble for purchase on the sheets, nails digging into the fabric as you try to anchor yourself.
"I'm not done with you, princess. I wanna hear you scream for me again" he demands, one large hand sliding around your throat, tilting your chin up to force you to meet his eyes. "Until you can't think of anything but me"
SYLUS
Missionary (he loves when you ride him but he adores missionary.)
Sylus leans into you, closing the distance between your bodies until your breath mingles, hearts beating in sync. For a moment, you resist, fingers tightening around his throat in protest, but he's having none of it. Your hand slides around to grip the back of his head, fingers tangling in his silky hair, and you pull him to you, capturing his lips in a kiss.
He lets you lead for a heartbeat, before his teeth sink into your bottom lip, tugging, demanding more. A squeal of pleasure escapes your throat as he hilts inside you one last time before he grows tired of your defiance. The room blurs around you as he flips you both, and stars explode across your vision when he slams back into you.
Your back arches off the bed as you moan your ecstasy, and he laughs, relishing the sounds he's dragging from your throat. Struggling to meet his eyes, you brace yourself against the wall with trembling hands, only for him to grab your hips and yank you back down. Now he fucks you, really fucks you, each thrust driving you up the bed again.
His fingers find yours, tangling, squeezing, a silent warning that he's close. He claims your mouth in a filthy kiss, his tongue owning every inch of you. And still he pounds into you, chasing his release, determined to fill you up in every way possible.
"You feel so good, kitten...so fucking tight"
His lips trail down the column of your throat, his breath sending shivers racing across your skin. He reads you like an open book, knows your body's every desire before you even voice it. Your head tilts to the side, giving him unrestricted access to the smooth expanse of your neck, and he chuckles, the sound vibrating against your racing pulse.
He scrapes his teeth across your skin, a promise of pleasure, pushing you closer to the edge. The way he nips at the underside of your chin is your complete undoing. Your nails rake down his back, leaving red lines in their wake as you come undone beneath him.
"Just like that," he growls, feeling your pussy clench around him "Come on my cock, kitten. Squeeze me just right."
He holds you tight, curling around you, molding your curves to the hard planes of his body. He drives into you with unrelenting intensity, chasing your pleasure, pushing you further.
Just as your muscles begin to relax, sated and pliant, Sylus's body tightens. His hips jerk, slamming into yours one last time. A loud groan tears from his throat when he finds his own release. He pulses inside you, filling you, marking you as his.
XAVIER
From behind (no explanation needed)
He groans, the sound rumbling through his chest when he sees the way your tight little cunt swallows his girthy cock over and over, a perfect creamy ring forming at the base when he pulls back, only to vanish again as he slams forward and buries himself to the hilt inside you.
"Fuck, you're so goddamn tight bunny... I love seeing my dick stretching out your greedy pussy," he pants, fingers digging into the soft flesh of your hips as he holds you in place, fucking into you with deep, purposeful strokes that have your tits bouncing and jiggling.
One large hand snakes up to wrap around your throat, tilting your head back as he nips and suckles at your neck, surely leaving marks for all to see. The other hand slides around your waist to your clit, rubbing quick, tight circles over it.
"That's it, fuck..." he growls filthily in your ear, hips never ceasing their rhythm as he rails you into the wall. "You fucking love this, don't you? Love being split open on my dick?"
He gives a sharp thrust, grinding his pelvis against your ass as he curls his fingers just right against your clit. The combined stimulation makes your pussy clench and flutter around him as you rapidly approach your peak.
"Come on bunny, let the whole building know who this cunt belongs to."
“Oh God Xav, I’m about to…”
He drapes his body over yours, the heat of his chest searing your back as he molds himself to you. His forehead rests against the side of your neck, silky strands of hair tickling your skin as he pants softly, still rocking his hips in shallow thrusts. The new angle keeps him buried deep inside you making your eyes roll back.
"Imgonnacum! fu..." the words dissolve into a drawn out keen and you collapse forward, only to be caught and held tight against Xavier's chest. He wraps you up in his arms like a ragdoll, one hand splayed across your stomach to keep you pinned to him as the other grips your hip, fingers sinking into the flesh hard enough to bruise.
You squeeze around him and his hips stutter and jerk, losing their rhythm when his own release follows yours.
"Shit, I'm gonna...unngh...cum!" he grunts, burying himself inside you. His cock throbs and pulses, spilling hot ropes of cum. He rocks into you with short, sharp thrusts, working you both through the aftershocks until his release tapers off to a trickle.
RAFAYEL
Lotus (He loves to keep you close)
"Have I ever told you I love your tits?" Rafayel murmurs appreciatively. His hands skim down the curve of your waist to grip your hips, guiding your movements as he starts to thrust up to meet your downward bounces.
With each thrust, he drives his cock deeper, the fat head kissing your cervix, making you see stars.
His hands come up to cup and fondle your breasts, kneading the soft flesh and rolling your stiff nipples between his fingers. He leans down to capture one pert bud between his teeth, biting down just shy of too hard before swirling his tongue around it. Pleasure sparks through, drawing a sharp gasp from your lips.
You arch your back, pressing your breasts further into his eager hands and mouth. Your nails rake down his chest, leaving faint red lines. He groans against your skin, the vibrations sending pleasurable tingles straight to your clit. His hands move to map the contour of your spine, fingertips digging into the muscles as he pulls you flush against him.
Wrapping your legs tightly around his waist, you grind your hips in circular motions, relishing the feel of his hard dick throbbing inside you. He buries his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply as he loses himself in the intoxicating scent of your arousal. The room fills with the heady perfume of sex and sweat, a potent aphrodisiac driving you both closer to the edge.
As the minutes tick by, Rafayel's thrusts grow more urgent, more insistent. He grips your ass, lifting and dropping you onto his cock with increasing force. The bed creaks beneath you, headboard slamming against the wall in time with his pumps. You can feel him twitching inside you, his release fast approaching as he chases his pleasure in your tight pussy.
"Cutie, you feel so fucking good"
His hands skim up your sides, mapping the dip of your waist and the flare of your hips, before cupping the soft swells of your breasts. He lowers his head to worship the tender mounds, laving each nipple with devoted attention until they pebble beneath his tongue and teeth. "I can't..." Rafayel's voice is strained, a hoarse whisper against your skin as he fights to hold back. "I'm going to... Cutie, I'm so close."
Each thrust grinds his pelvis against yours, stimulating your puffy clit "Yes," you gasp out, locking your ankles behind his back to draw him impossibly deeper. "Don't hold back" Your hands fist in his hair "Give me everything you have."
You bury your face into the crook of Rafayel's neck when your pleasure crests, your body shaking in his embrace. His arms wrap around you, crushing you against his chest as he too gives in to the force of his release. His breath coming in ragged pants against your scalp as he grinds his pelvis against yours, pushing through the aftershocks that wrack your body.