My All Powerful System

He didn’t wait. He couldn’t have if he’d tried. The moment he lifted her onto the bed and she hit the mattress with a soft bounce, Lynx was already over her, drinking in the sight of her laid out beneath him.

Her black loungewear had ridden up, exposing a strip of pale belly, the towel had been abandoned somewhere in the hallway, and her hair was still damp, spreading a dark stain across the pillow.

”You have too many clothes on,” he said, and his voice came out rougher than he’d meant it to.

Amira slowly smiled up at him, and reached for the hem of her shirt.

”Then take them off.”

He took them off almost instantly. He pulled the shirt over her head in one motion, and the loungewear pants followed, dragging down her hips, her thighs, her calves until she was naked beneath him.

Her grey eyes watched him steadily, but he could see the pulse in her throat, the way her chest rose and fell a little faster with every breath. No matter the times they fuck, it will always feel like a first time.

Lynx dragged his gaze down her body, and his mouth went dry. He’d seen her countless times, touched her in every way a man could touch a woman, but the sight of her like this, opened for him, waiting for him, her skin still cool from the bath... hit him like a fist to the sternum.

”You’re eating me with your sexy eyes pretty boy,” she murmured.

”I’m memorizing your beautiful features.”

She laughed, and reached for the waistband of his pants. ”Your turn.”

He let her undress him. Her fingers worked the button, the zipper, and then her hands were on his hips, pushing the fabric down, and when his cock sprang free, hard and aching with that glow of his, she made a small sound in the back of her throat.

”Oh my fucking days,” she breathed. ”Every time. It’s like I forget how big you are until I see it again.”

He was already straining toward her, the head flushed dark, a bead of pre cum glistening at the slit. She wrapped her hand around him, and he hissed through his teeth, the heat of her palm, the pressure, the way she slowly stroked him once, from base to tip, like she was tasting him with her fingers.

”I want to do something,” she said, and her eyes lifted to his, her grey eyes gone, dark with intent. ”Before you fuck me.”

He raised an eyebrow. ”What?”

She didn’t answer. She slowly took his cock in her mouth, just the tip for now.

Lynx’s breath caught. ”Amira—”

”Shut up,” she said, and her mouth closed over him.

He felt the wet heat of her tongue first, the flat of it pressing against the underside of his cock, and his head fell back.

She took him slowly, inch by inch, her lips stretching around the head, her tongue tracing the vein that ran along the shaft, and when she hollowed her cheeks and drew him deeper, he made a sound he didn’t recognize as his own.

He watched her through half lidded eyes her grey eyes looking up at him, tears spilling from her eyes as she gagged on his big cock, her lips stretched around his cock, drool beginning to shine on her chin and the sight alone nearly undid him.

”Fuck,” he groaned, and his hand found her hair, fisting in the damp strands. ”Amira. Your mouth is...”

Lynx’s fingers tighten in Amira’s dark hair as he guides her mouth down the thick length of his cock. Ten inches of hard, veined flesh stretching her lips wide, the head already nudging the back of her throat.

Her grey eyes water, mascara streaking as she gags, but she doesn’t pull away. Saliva spills from the corners of her mouth, dripping down his shaft and onto his balls.

”Fuck, that’s it,” Lynx growls, his heterochromatic blue and silver eyes locked on her face. ”Take it deeper.”

He pushes forward, his hips rolling in a slow, deliberate thrust. The head of his cock forces past the tight ring of her throat, bulging the column of her neck.

Amira’s hands clutch at his thighs, nails digging in as she chokes around him. Her grey eyes roll back, tears streaming freely now, but her pussy clenches visibly between her spread thighs, slick dripping onto the sheets.

Lynx holds her there, buried to the hilt, her nose pressed against his pelvis. The wet, obscene sound of her struggling to breathe fills the room.

He pulls back just enough for her to gasp a wet breath before slamming forward again, fucking her throat in steady, punishing strokes.

Each thrust makes her gag, spit bubbling around his cock, but she keeps her mouth open, tongue pressed flat against the underside.

”Such a good little cocksleeve,” he murmurs, voice low and rough. ”Look at you, crying on my dick like you were made for it.” Lynx was so turned on that his cock seemed to swell further. Almost painfully.

Amira moans around him, the vibration traveling up his length. Her grey eyes flick up to meet his mismatched gaze.

She reaches down between her legs, fingers sliding through her soaked folds, rubbing her clit in frantic circles as he uses her mouth.

Lynx’s grip tightens.

He starts fucking her throat harder, hips snapping forward, balls slapping wetly against her chin.

The head of his cock punches into her throat again and again, stretching it, claiming it.

Amira’s body jerks with every thrust, her tits bouncing, nipples hard and aching. She’s drooling uncontrollably now, thick strands of spit connecting her lips to his cock every time he pulls back.

He doesn’t warn her before he pulls out completely. Amira gasps, coughing, strings of saliva hanging from her chin.

Before she can recover, Lynx grabs her by the waist and flips her onto her stomach, yanking her hips up. Her ass is presented to him, pussy glistening, swollen and ready.

He lines up and drives in with one brutal thrust. His Ten inches monster slammed home, the head battering against her cervix.

Amira screams into the mattress, her walls clenching around him like a vice. Lynx doesn’t give her time to adjust. He starts pounding her immediately, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing through the room.

”Fuckkk~ Lynx! too deep...” she sobs, but her hips push back to meet every thrust. Her grey eyes are squeezed shut, tears soaking the sheets beneath her face.

He reaches down, wraps a hand around her throat, and pulls her upright so her back is flush against his chest.

The new angle lets him grind even deeper, the head of his cock kissing her womb with every stroke.

His free hand slides down to her clit, rubbing tight circles as he fucks her.

”Cocksleeve... really,” Amira whimpered.

”You said you needed a good fuck,” he growls against her ear. ”So take it.”

Amira’s moans turn into broken cries. Her pussy flutters around him, squeezing rhythmically as she gets closer.

Lynx feels it and doubles down, fucking her harder, faster, the headboard slamming against the wall. Her tits bounce with every thrust, nipples rubbing against his forearm where he holds her pinned.

He pushes her back down onto all fours and mounts her properly, one hand fisting her hair, the other gripping her hip hard enough to bruise.

His cock pistons in and out, coated in her cream, the wet squelch obscene. Every thrust forces a choked moan from her throat.

”Gonna fill this cunt,” Lynx snarls. ”Gonna pump you so full you’ll feel it for days.”

Amira’s walls clamp down hard. She comes with a broken wail, pussy pulsing around his cock, juices squirting down her thighs.

Lynx doesn’t stop. He fucks her through it, using her spasming hole until she’s shaking and oversensitive, begging incoherently.

Only then does he let himself go. He slams in to the hilt, grinding against her cervix as he unloads. Thick ropes of cum flood her womb, hot and heavy, filling her until it leaks out around his cock.

He keeps thrusting through his orgasm, pushing his seed deeper, marking her inside.

When he finally pulls out, a thick stream of cum pours from her stretched hole.

Amira collapses forward, trembling, face pressed into the sheets, grey eyes half lidded and glassy. Lynx watches his cum drip from her, then flips her onto her back again.

He’s still painfully hard.

Without a word, he pushes back inside her cum slick pussy, slower this time but just as deep.

Amira whimpers, oversensitive now, his dick amplifying the mind numbing pleasure she felt, but her legs wrap around his waist anyway.

Lynx leans down, kissing her hard, tongue sliding against hers as he starts fucking her again, the wet sound of his cum being pushed out of her with every thrust filling the room.

He fucks her like that for what feels like hours slow and deep, then hard and fast, changing angles, positions, never letting her rest.

He takes her on her back, on her side, riding him, bent over the edge of the bed. Every time she comes he keeps going, using her orgasms to milk his cock until he’s ready to fill her again.

By the time he finally lets her rest, Amira’s pussy is puffy and red, cum leaking steadily from her well used hole.