“This pussy is all mine,” Nas says, before engulfing me again. He works his tongue over my clit like he has been starving for it, licking and sucking until I writhe above him and grab the back of his head, digging my nails in. He grunts from the pain of being stabbed, but he doesn’t stop. “Don’t you dare hold back on me, Alina. I want your cum dripping from my fucking face when I get up, and you’re going to taste it. Give me that fucking cum. Let me drink you.”

I want to thank him for allowing me to come, but this has been such a long time coming that I can’t fix my mouth to say the words. The orgasm sends my body into powerful convulsions that wreck me from head to toe. I let out a scream that comes from the depths of my very existence. My muscles tighten to the point of cramping and I squeeze my eyes shut until I see stars. It’s pure orgasmic bliss, and as I come down, Nas jumps up to kiss me. He slams his mouth onto mine and forces me to taste myself. I lick my wetness from his cheeks, lips, and chin, gasping for air as I work myself into a frenzy.

“Open your fucking mouth,” he commands, and I obey, giving myself over to him as he spits into my mouth and I swallow it down. My pussy clenches, still soaking wet after an explosive orgasm and waiting for more, and Nas gives it to me.

He pushes his pants down until they reach his ankles, before kicking them off and pushing his cock inside me like he can’t wait any longer.

“You’ve stolen my patience, baby,” he says as he starts to fuck me slowly at first, then harder and faster, with deep strokes that fill me up completely. “I can’t wait. I can’t be calm around you right now. I need to fuck you hard, and I need you to take it until I fill you with my cum. I need you more than I need air.”

“Then fuck me, Sir,” I tell him. “Fuck me hard. Use me and treat me like your slut. I’m yours to fuck.”

With my permission, Nas begins a relentless assault on my pussy. He pounds me with aggressive, passionate strokes that rock my body and shake the bed against the wall. Everything around us rattles with each thrust of his cock, and both of us send cries of pleasure into the air that resonate up the stairs and into every room in the house.

“Turn the fuck over,” Nas bellows as he grabs me by my throat without a slice of care for my safety, and forces me to turn around on all fours. The second I’m in position, he begins his assault again, pounding in and out of me with no remorse.