The Hockey Bully’s Fuck Toy Pt 6

Chapter 6

My fingers dug into the cold granite countertop at his request, my knuckles turned bone-white, and my breath came in short, sharp gasps.

My spine was arched up, my ass lifting instinctively, presenting myself to him like an offering. The air was thick with the scent of my arousal, my wetness was already dripping down my thighs, and my pussy throbbed, desperate to be filled.

I heard him move before I felt him; the heat of his body radiated against my back as he stepped in close. His grip on my waist was bruising and possessive, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh of my hips as he pulled me against him.

The hard ridge of his cock was already thick and swollen inside his sweats. He pressed himself against my ass, and I whimpered, grinding back against him without shame. “Mine,” he growled, his breath hot against the shell of my ear. The word sent a shiver down my spine, my nipples hardening as I stood naked.

His lips brushed the sensitive skin of my neck, his teeth grazing before he spoke again. “I want to mark you, Soph. I want you to look in the mirror tomorrow and remember how I fucked you raw, how I made you cum in seconds like the good little toy you are.”

His words sent a jolt of heat straight to my core, my pussy clenching, aching to be stretched, to be fucked. His teeth sank in sharp and stinging pain bloomed into pleasure as his tongue soothed the bite, sealing it with spit.

He bit again lower this time, near my collarbone, his lips sucking hard enough to bruise. I gasped, my fingers clawing at the countertop, my body trembling as he marked me, as his teeth branded my skin.

“Do it,” I whispered, my voice trembling, and he did, his mouth latched onto my pulse point, sucking until I knew it would leave a dark, purple bruise, his free hand slid up to wrap around my throat. His grip wasn’t tight enough to cut off air, but it was just enough to make my vision blur at the edges,

My pussy was pounding between my legs. His other hand dipped between my thighs, his fingers finding my soaked, swollen cunt. “Fuck, Soph,” he groaned against my skin, his voice thick with approval, “you’re dripping. You’re gonna make a mess all over my cock, aren’t you?”

I moaned his name, the sound broken, needy, and he growled in response, his hips rolling against my ass; the friction was maddening. “Keep saying my name like that, toy, and I’ll fuck you right here on this countertop till you can’t walk.” He said as his fingers teased my entrance, not pushing in, just tracing the slick folds, making me whimper.

“I’m already a whimpering mess for you, Zack,” I confessed, my voice breaking, my cheeks flushing with humiliation and desire. “I’ve been touching myself thinking about you, imagining you fucking me in every hole, stretching me open, please, I need it, I need you to ruin me.”

The words had barely left my lips before he was moving, his hands gripping my waist as he spun me, hauling me up over his shoulder in one rough motion.

My ass was high in the air, my pussy exposed and dripping. His fingers plunged inside me without warning, and I gasped. Two of his thick fingers curled inside me, stretching me, but not fucking me. He was just holding me open as he carried me toward his room.

The dark space was lit only by the moonlight filtering through the blinds, and the air was already thick with the scent of my arousal and his musk.

“When you’re begging for mercy,” Zack warned, “I won’t stop. I’ll fuck you till I’m satisfied, till your pussy’s so sore you’ll feel me for days.” I squirmed, trying to ride his fingers, but he kept them still, buried deep inside me, making me whine in frustration.

He tossed me onto the bed, and I bounced, landing on my ass he loomed over me, his fingers glistening with my juices. He didn’t give me a second to catch my breath before he was on me, shoving his fingers into my mouth, forcing me to taste myself. “Such a good fucking toy,” he rasped, fucking my mouth with his fingers, my eyes widened with shock. I'd never tasted myself before.

I gagged slightly, my tongue swirling around his fingers as he pulled them out. His cock was already straining against his sweats, and he pinned me down, his mouth crashing onto mine, his tongue invading my mouth like he owned it.

Zack's free hand ripped his sweats down, and his cock sprang free. It was thick, veiny, monstrous. “Will it fit?” I whimpered, suddenly unsure, my eyes flickering between his cock and his face. But he just smirked, stroking himself as precum beaded at his tip.

“I’ll make it fit, sweetheart. I want to stretch this tight little cunt till it takes every inch.”

Without warning, his fingers found my clit, rubbing in tight, relentless circles, and I was writhing beneath him, my juices coating his hand, my body trembling with need. The fat head of his cock pressed against my entrance, and I froze as he pushed in. It was burning, stretching, too much. My nails dug into his shoulders, my breath coming in sharp gasps.

“Relax, baby,” he murmured, his voice surprisingly gentle as he kissed me softly, his thumb still working my clit as he sank deeper. A tear escaped my eye, and he caught it with his lips before it could fall. “That’s it, take me,” he growled, and I did as my body opened for him, inch by agonising inch, until his hips met mine, his cock buried to the hilt inside of me.

“Fuck, Soph,” he groaned, his voice strained, “you’re so fucking wet, so tight, your pussy’s milking my cock already.” I moaned as my back arched off the bed. He pulled out slowly, then slammed back in.

The sound of flesh smacking flesh filled the room, my gasps and his grunts matching. He lifted himself, watching where we were joined, “Look at us,” he demanded, and I did, my mouth fell open at the sight. My pussy stretched obscenely around his cock, my cream and the faint streak of blood coated him. He swallowed my moan with a brutal kiss, his tongue fucking my mouth in time with his cock pounding my cunt.

My body adjusted quickly, the pain melting into pleasure as he set a punishing rhythm, his cock rammed in and out of me, my tits bouncing with every thrust.

I was clawing at the sheets as my legs locked around his waist, my moans grew louder, more desperate. “Harder,” I begged, “fuck me harder, Zack.. I’m yours, use me, ruin me,” And he did. He fucked me like he owned me, with no restraints, like I was nothing but a hole for his pleasure. His cock started to swell inside me as my walls clenched around him, my orgasm already building.

With a one hard deep thrust, I was cumming, my back bowing off the bed as my cunt clamped down on his cock, my scream muffled against his mouth. He didn’t stop. He fucked me through as his own release barreled closer, his balls drawing up tight. “I'm going to fill you up, Soph,” he grunted, “I want to breed this tight pussy till you’re dripping with my cum.”

As he increased his pace, he came, his cock pulsing deep inside me, ropes of hot cum filled me, the thick warmth of him flooded me, giving me goosebumps, leaking out around his cock as he collapsed on top of me, both of us panting, spent.