ROUGH SEX AND EXPLICIT TALKS
Ophelia could barely catch her breath, soft whimpers escaping her lips as she clung to him.
But Tristan wasn’t finished.
His hand gripped her ass possessively, squeezing hard.
“Look at you… already falling apart for me. But I told you I wanted dinner.” His voice was a low, commanding growl against her ear.
“And I am having it right here right now.”
He stood up effortlessly, lifting her in his arms.
Her legs wrapped weakly around his waist as he carried her back to the dining table.
With one sweep of his arm, plates and silverware clattered aside.
He set her down on the edge of the sturdy wooden table, pushing her thighs wide apart with rough hands.
“I am going to devour this sweet little pussy until I have tasted every inch,” he said, grey eyes dark with hunger.
He dropped to his knees between her spread legs and buried his face in her without warning.
His mouth was relentless.
Hot tongue licked broad stripes up her dripping folds, then plunged deep inside her, fucking her with firm, demanding strokes.
He sucked her swollen clit hard, growling against her sensitive flesh.
“So fucking wet and tight for me. This greedy cunt is dripping down my chin already.”
Ophelia cried out, her hands flying to his dark hair, gripping tightly.
“Tristan… oh god… it’s too intense…” Her voice broke into a desperate moan as he added two thick fingers, thrusting them deep and curling them roughly against that perfect spot inside her.
The wet, obscene sounds of his mouth and fingers filled the room.
She tried to close her legs, overwhelmed, but he pinned her thighs open wider, his strong hands bruising her soft skin.
“Don’t you dare hide this pretty pussy from me,” he snarled between licks.
“I am eating my dinner like a man who owns it. You’re going to give me everything.”
The rough assault pushed her over the edge fast.
Ophelia’s back arched sharply off the table as she came hard, her body shaking violently.
Tristan drank every drop, his tongue never slowing, prolonging her pleasure until she was sobbing and oversensitive.
“Please… Tristan, I can’t take anymore… I am too sensitive…”
He rose to his feet, lips shiny with her arousal, and flipped her onto her stomach in one brutal motion.
Her boobs pressed flat against the cool wood, ass raised high for him.
He shoved his shorts down, freeing his thick, throbbing cock.
Gripping her hips with bruising force, he slammed into her from behind in one powerful thrust, burying himself to the hilt.
Ophelia screamed at the sudden stretch, her walls clenching tightly around his massive length.
“Fuck, that’s it,” Tristan groaned, voice rough.
“Take every inch like the good girl you are. This tight little hole was made to be ruined by me.”
He didn’t give her time to adjust.
His hips snapped forward with savage force, pounding into her relentlessly.
The table creaked loudly beneath them as her body jolted forward with every brutal thrust.
He fisted her hair, yanking her head back sharply to arch her spine deeper.
“Ahh…Tristan!” she gasped, tears of overwhelming pleasure pricking her eyes.
The angle was so deep, so rough, she could feel him hitting places that made her vision blur.
He spanked her ass hard, the crack echoing.
“That’s right. Moan for me. Let me hear how much you need this cock stretching you open.”
Another hard slap landed on her other cheek, turning her skin red.
His pace was merciless, balls slapping against her with every punishing drive.
Ophelia’s fingers scrabbled against the table, lost in sensation.
“It’s so deep… I feel so full…”
Tristan pulled out suddenly, flipped her onto her back, and hooked her legs over his shoulders, folding her nearly in half.
He drove back inside with a single brutal stroke, the new position letting him slam even deeper.
“Look at me while I fuck you,” he commanded, grey eyes burning into hers.
One hand wrapped around her throat with dominant pressure, holding her in place as he pounded her mercilessly.
“Watch how I claim what’s mine..”
She whimpered helplessly, her body rocking with every savage thrust.
The table shook violently.
Exhaustion weighed on her limbs, yet the pleasure kept building higher.
“Tristan… please… I am going to…”
“Cum for me again,” he growled, slamming into her harder.
“I want to feel this innocent little cunt milking my cock.”
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Tristan didn’t slow.
He pulled out, sat on one of the dining chairs, and yanked her into his lap facing away from him.
“Ride me. Show me how badly you still need it even when you are trembling.”
Ophelia sank down onto his thick length with a shaky moan.
Her legs felt like jelly, but Tristan took full control.
Gripping her hip, he bounced her up and down on his cock with ferocious power.
Each downward slam impaled her completely.
“Fuck, yes. Bounce on that cock like you were born for it. Look how well you take me… stretching so perfectly around every inch.”
He reached around, one hand roughly kneading her boobs and pinching her nipple while the other rubbed her oversensitive clit in fast, demanding circles.
Ophelia’s head fell back against his shoulder, moans turning into desperate sobs of pleasure.
“I can’t… I am so tired… but it feels so good…”
Tristan stood up with her still fully impaled, carrying her weight easily.
He bent her forward over the table again, one leg lifted high and hooked over his arm as he thrust into her from the side at a punishing angle.
His free hand spanked her ass repeatedly, the stings mixing with the deep pleasure.
“You don’t get to stop until I say so. This body belongs to me tonight. I am going to fuck you until you can’t walk straight.”
He kept changing angles as he flipped her onto her side fully, then pulling her up to straddle him facing forward so he could suck hard on her nipples while bouncing her brutally on his lap.
Every position was rougher than the last: hair pulling, spanking, deep, bruising thrusts that left her gasping and marked.
By the end, Ophelia was a trembling, exhausted mess, sweat-slicked skin, wild hair, body covered in his handprints and love bites.
Yet every rough touch still drew broken, needy sounds from her.
Tristan’s rhythm finally faltered.
With a deep, guttural groan, he buried himself to the hilt and came hard, flooding her with thick, hot pulses of cum.
“Take it all… every drop. This pussy is going to stay full of me.”
He kept shallowly thrusting through his release, pushing his seed deeper, before finally slowing.
He collapsed over her on the table, both of them panting heavily.
Tristan pressed surprisingly tender kisses along her shoulder and neck, his hand gently stroking her side in contrast to the roughness moments before.
“You took everything so well,” he murmured huskily against her ear.
“My perfect girl.”
Ophelia could barely move, every muscle deliciously sore, her body spent and thoroughly claimed.
In the afterglow, wrapped in his arms on the ruined dining table, the intensity left her feeling strangely safe despite everything.