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“Oh, Alex,” Quentin moaned, forcing his mouth to her parted lips. He embraced her passionately, crushing their bodies together, his tongue entering her mouth with brutal need. “I don’t deserve you. I don’t deserve your tight little pussy around my cock…”

“No one deserves me.” Alex leaned back, pulling her boyfriend with her. She spread her legs, hauling his hips in between her thighs. Her sex was supple and wet and ready to accept his enormous erection. “But maybe with a big cock like that, you could earn me…”

With one hand on his swollen balls and the other wrapped around his throbbing shaft, Alex brought his burgeoning cockhead all the way to the sparse hair of her yearning snatch. She had mixed emotions about what Madison Lee had told her—how Quentin had cheated on her, or at least taken Alex’s ambivalence about monogamy very, very far—so there was maybe a bit of sadism in how she spurred on Quentin’s unbearable arousal with a little naughty talk.

“Stick it into me and fuck me until I come apart,” she growled, rocking her body upward, taking the tip of his cock inside herself. “Make me need it as much as you do, Quent. Then give it to me… HARD.”

When Quentin felt her delicious pussy sear the glans of his cock, he gasped out pleasure. Lowering his face to her sumptuous breasts, he took another taste of her body, sliding a throbbing nipple between his lips. As he sucked, his throat resonated with moaning ecstasy and he thrust into her, giving Alex half of his rock-hard length before he stopped himself. He might hurt her if he fed her his entire endowment all at once—that was the only thing that could give him pause.

“Jesus,” he mewled, feeling her inner dampness wrapped around him, soothing his raging arousal—and at the same time, attempting to overwhelm him with a drive for more. “You’ve got one tight little pussy, Alex. So hot and… shit, I’m gonna open it right up!”

“Do it!” Alex cried, feeling his cock swell even larger against the pressure inside her, forcing her sucking folds apart. Her opening was all but begging to be pumped, pleading with him just like her stricken tone was. “Ram that dick all the way into me and let me have a whole gallon of your cum!”

It took all his will, but Quentin partly withdrew, until only his cockhead was still penetrating Alex. He held himself still, trying to regain his calm… or be calm for the first time since he’d gone to bed with Madison… but he could only crest the overpowering wave of his desire.

Quentin would have to ride it, moderate his surging need as he got what he wanted from Alex. He couldn’t possibly stop; he’d just have to be sure she enjoyed it as much as he did.

He plunged back inside of Alex, this time burying himself in her up to his balls. A low grunt of delighted exertion fell from Quentin when he entered her. Alex cried out louder, desperate to voice the pleasure he’d suddenly driven into her.

A spasm of rapture tore through her with his entry, feeling his huge manhood stuff whatever vacant space there was in her pussy with inch after inch after inch of hardened male flesh. Thoughtless, even animalistic, she tightened her inner muscles and trapped him inside her. Her legs opened wider to reach around him, tangling with his legs while her hands cradled the toned flesh of his ass, nails sinking into the taut skin.

“Give it to me, big man!” she breathed, pulling at every stroke he gave, trying to make it harder, deeper. “Fuck me to death with that hard cock! Mmmmm… I don’t care how much it hurts. Make it hurt. Just give me all of it! Let me have it until I come!”

Quentin bit down feverishly on her breasts. He savored the creamy feel of the flesh that filled his mouth and that which he held with both hands, ensuring that as much as Alex rocked and writhed, she didn’t go anywhere but down into the bed. Soon his muscular loins were meeting the edges of her sucking labia with such force that the entire cabin filled with the hard smacks of their bodies coming together.

Alex was in a state of pure delight, every nerve in her body inflamed with passion. She bucked and twisted underneath him, matching the thrusts he put right through her, down into the bed that shook beneath their rutting bodies. Her fingernails clawed into the muscle of Quentin’s ass, trying to force him deeper into her cunt.

Every harsh lunge of his body down to hers brought with it a flare of sensation that Alex couldn’t help but moan and coo with. She trembled wildly, knowing that any second her pussy would swell with too much feeling for her to do anything but climax. She only hoped that when it did, she’d feel Quentin pouring his seed into her as well.

Alex didn’t know if her body could keep going past the delirium of her need for orgasm. Quentin was already demanding so much of her, making her svelte body take so much lust and cock and pleasure—would his cum finally be too much for her?

“Tell me when you’re ready,” Quentin groaned, sensing her mounting need. “I can go off—any—time!”

“Not yet!” Alex sighed, her voice trickling out of her, all her energy going into the thrumming of her muscles and the glowing flush of her skin—outward signs of the pleasure she felt as Quentin pistoned into her, pumping and pumping and pumping.

She lowered her hand to his balls and squeezed them, feeling the vibrations of the churning semen inside, the way it bulged in his scrotum, ready to be fired through his shaft and out his glanshole.

“Just fuck me! Fuck me! I can’t take much more, but a few minutes and I’ll… and… I… OH FUCK! NOW! DAMN YOU, QUENTIN, NOW!”

Even without her voice raising, Quentin could’ve told just from looking at her clenched grimace that Alex was coming, coming violently. Her sex pulled hard at him, sucking voraciously, like it was hungry for his entire body, not just his cock.

The inner folds worked at him like a thousand gloved fingers, massaging and groping his member, milking his cum from him. Quentin let himself surrender to the feeling and his climax stormed from deep inside him, sweeping through his engorged length with a hard kick of pure, potent release.

Alex’s climax peaked, holding her in unbearable ecstasy for what felt like minutes. Just when it was about to let her go, she felt the blasting heat of Quentin’s seed. Her orgasm was renewed like gasoline poured onto a dying fire—she gave a long scream that could’ve come from a banshee.

“Aieee!” she wailed out, her throat racked with the sheer power of her cry. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Quentin! Unhhhh! I’M YOURS! YOURS!”

Quentin pounded into her willing, receptive pussy with all his strength until he had filled her not just with his erection, but with his ejaculation too. Soon his emission was so thick and abundant that it sloshed back, bathing his pumping manhood. Plentiful streams trailed down the insides of her thighs, glowing through the cleft of her ass.

“Thank you, Alex, thank you so much!” he moaned, lifting his head for a moment, his body thrumming with blissful relief. As good as the orgasm felt, the sating of his need felt even better. “Oh God, your cunt was meant for this… it’s just perfect… gonna give it all the cum it needs…”

He was frozen still, his body flexing and twitching but not purposefully moving. Quentin only held himself inside of Alex while his erection throbbed and spurted. Alex was the opposite. She rutted wildly against the muscular body that covered her, provoking the engorged cock that was coming inside her, filling her with plumes of delight and deliciously warm eruptions of cream.

Never before had she felt so intensely excited and strenuously needful. Perhaps it was that she was responding to Quentin’s own need, both brought on by the drug Madison had given him and intrinsic to his desire for her, given vent and free rein by the urges that went with the aphrodisiac. Or maybe it was that she felt she was wiping away Madison’s seduction of him, taking back her man and reclaiming her place as the foremost fantasy in his life. Whatever it was, it was more than perfect.

“How was that?” Quentin asked, panting for breath after the immense exertion of his coming.

“You have to ask?” Alex breathed, her own lungs seeming permanently emptied by how hard she’d come. “It was… everything.”

“I think I could go again… right now,” Quentin said, almost embarrassed. “Could you?”

He saw the look on her face before she vocally responded and began to move like some crazed animal, punching himself into her with a still-hard cock that Alex had never felt gone down.

“I could!” Alex gasped, her orgasmic pleasure renewing itself with just the thought of him having more cum to feed her, let alone more of the incredible fuck she’d just enjoyed. “But I’m… full up… at the moment… how about my ass?”

Alex sensed his cum being worked out of her, pumped out by the pitches of his massive endowment. And Quentin almost seemed to relax a little, now that he was once again pistoning into her, working them both up towards another shared climax.

Quentin kept rocking between her legs, but his face assumed a quizzical expression. “You mean you’d let me?” he asked, as though he weren’t in the middle of rutting her, their lower bodies coated with the slick cum being wrung out of her sex.

Alex wondered if she was satisfying him, or just whetting his appetite enough for him to cope with the extreme arousal he must feel from what Madison had done. She felt a little slighted at the thought that she wasn’t able to satiate him. No wonder that bitch Madison had tried to get at her like this. But Alex would show her. And she’d show Quentin that some has-been Angel couldn’t compete with his woman.

“I’d beg you,” Alex retorted, her eyes glinting with her usual sense of competition. “Get up on me like a dog and fuck your bitch’s ass!”

Charged with lust at her words, enough even to pull himself away from slamming his cock into her pussy, Quentin sat back on his haunches and flipped Alex over. Then, pulling her up to her hands and knees, he spread her fleet little buttocks, gifting himself a look at the forbidden hole between.

From there on, Quentin couldn’t help himself. He reached between her thighs, palming her wet cunt, smearing his palm with the mixture of her running juices and all the jizz he’d fired into her, then he slicked the crack of Alex’s ass with the lubrication. Seething, he could barely stand to start lathering her up before he replaced his hand with his cock, nudging its tip into Alex’s sphincter.

“Ohhhhh!” Alex gasped, feeling body-warm cum softening her anal resistance, then the pressure of his intruding manhood, forcing its way slowly but firmly into the taboo space. It was hard to remember a time when she’d ever taken so much back there, but Alex didn’t quail. She knew this would get him off for sure. “Fuck that ass! God, fuck it full of cum! I want it dripping just like you left my pussy!”

Quentin let out a hideously aroused growl at her words. For a moment, he’d thought he would never be able to get his massive prick in that small little passage beyond Alex’s equally tiny opening—he wanted to go back to fucking her cunt, as well-used as that hole was.

But with Alex literally begging for it, his self-control took another battering. He just had to thrust forward, expressing his lustful tension…