NTR: Barbarian Harem Conquest

Jenna spun immediately, bracing both hands against the door, arching her back so her ass pushed out toward him.

Kane yanked the short training skirt up over her hips. She wasn’t wearing anything underneath. Her cunt was dripping, thighs shiny with it.

He rubbed the thick head of his cock through the mess, coating himself, then shoved in to the hilt in one brutal stroke.

Jenna’s scream was muffled against her own forearm.

Kane didn’t give her time to adjust. He fucked her hard and deep, hips slamming into her ass, the wet slap of skin on skin loud in the small room.

One hand stayed fisted in her blonde hair, pulling her head back so her spine arched. The other gripped her hip hard enough to bruise.

”This is what you wanted?” he growled against her ear. ”First place cock? Take it.”

”Yes—fuck—don’t stop—”

He reached around and rubbed her clit in rough circles while he pounded her.

Jenna came almost immediately, cunt clamping down in tight pulses, a broken sob leaving her throat.

Kane fucked her through it without slowing. When the last tremor left her, he pulled out, spun her around, and shoved her down onto the narrow bed.

She landed on her back, legs already spreading. Kane climbed over her, hooked her knees over his elbows, and drove back in.

The new angle let him go even deeper. Jenna’s mouth opened on a silent cry. He leaned down and kissed her the same way she had kissed him earlier, hard, claiming, filthy, while his cock slammed into her over and over.

”Talk,” he ordered against her mouth. ”I want to hear how badly you needed this.”

Jenna’s voice came out wrecked between thrusts.

”I’ve been wet since the first day you put me on my back in the yard. Every time you corrected another woman, I thought about you doing it to me with your cock instead of your hands. I ranked first so you would have to look at me. I put my hand on you in the gap so you would know I wasn’t playing.”

Kane fucked her harder for that. The bed frame slammed against the wall. Jenna’s heavy breasts bounced with every impact.

She reached up and raked her nails down his back, clinging, legs tightening around him like she was trying to keep him inside even when he pulled back for the next stroke.

He came the first time buried to the hilt, thick pulses flooding her cunt while she moaned into his mouth. He stayed locked inside her until the last spurt finished, then pulled out. A trickle of his seed followed, running down over her ass.

Jenna immediately pushed him onto his back and climbed on top.

She sank onto his still-hard cock with a broken sound of relief, then started riding him hard, hands braced on his chest, blonde hair falling around them like a curtain.

”Again,” she demanded. ”I can feel you still hard. Fill me again.”

Kane let her ride for a while, watching the way her breasts moved, the way her cunt stretched around him, the desperate, needy expression on her face.

Then he sat up, wrapped both arms around her, and fucked up into her from below with short, brutal strokes. Jenna clung to his shoulders and came a second time with a sharp cry, cunt milking him in waves.

He didn’t stop.

When he finally lifted her off his cock she was shaking. Kane flipped her onto her stomach, dragged her hips up, and rubbed the slick head of his cock against the tighter entrance between her cheeks. Jenna’s breath caught.

”Yes,” she said immediately. ”Do it. I want all of it.”

He pushed in slow at first, feeling the tight ring of muscle resist and then give. Jenna’s hands fisted in the sheets.

A long, broken moan left her throat as he sank deeper, inch by inch, until his hips pressed flush against her ass.

He stayed still for a moment, letting her feel the stretch, then started thrusting.

The pace built quickly.

Kane fucked her ass with the same rough rhythm he had used on her cunt, one hand in her hair, the other reaching under to rub her clit.

Jenna pushed back to meet every stroke, babbling broken encouragements between gasps.

”Harder—fuck—you’re so deep—don’t you dare stop—”

He came the second time buried in her ass, flooding the tight heat while she shook underneath him.

When he pulled out, both of her holes were dripping. Jenna rolled onto her back immediately, reached for him, and pulled him down on top of her again.

”More,” she whispered against his mouth.

”I’m not done. You’re not done.”

Kane kissed her hard, then shoved back into her cunt.

She was soaked with his previous release and her own. The slide was filthy and easy. He fucked her slower this time but no less deep, grinding against her clit on every stroke.

Jenna wrapped her arms and legs around him and held on like she was afraid he would disappear.

”You’re clingy,” he muttered against her throat.

”I know.” Her voice was raw.

”I don’t care. I’ve never had a man who could actually handle me. You’re the first. I’m not letting go until you make me.”

Kane reached between them and rubbed her clit in tight, rough circles while he kept thrusting.

Jenna came a third time with a broken sob, cunt clamping down so hard it almost hurt.

He followed her over the edge again, grinding deep as he emptied another thick load inside her.

They stayed locked together for a long moment afterward, both breathing hard. ’

Jenna’s hands stroked over his back, his hair, the sides of his face, needy, continuous contact, as if stopping would make him leave.

Kane eventually pulled out. The mess between her thighs was obscene, his seed leaking from both holes, her thighs shiny and wet.

Jenna immediately pushed him onto his back again and crawled down his body.

She took his half-hard cock into her mouth and cleaned him with slow, thorough strokes of her tongue, moaning at the taste of both of them mixed.

When he thickened again under her attention, she looked up the length of his body with wet blue eyes.

”One more,” she said.

”I want to feel you lose it one more time.”