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The wood of the front door was cool and solid under your palm, a stark contrast to the slick, desperate heat building between your legs. Your other hand was clamped around König’s thick wrist, not to stop him, but keep yourself grounded. You could feel the powerful tendons in his forearm flex with every movement. Two of his fingers pistoning in and out of your cunt, a relentless, slippery rhythm that was making your knees tremble. His thumb worked tight, maddening circles on your clit, the pressure so perfect it was fucking agony.
A choked moan tore from your throat, lost in the humid, muffled sound of his breathing right behind the fabric of his mask. His chest was a solid wall of muscle against your back, his size completely enveloping you. You could feel the hard ridge of his cock straining against his pants, grinding into the cleft of your ass with a possessive insistence. “König… honey… you… you have work,” you managed to gasp, the words barely a whisper, useless against the roaring in your ears. König was already in his military uniform, on his way to work. All you did was get up with him, still in your shorts and his large t-shirt. All you wanted was a kiss goodbye and that somehow spun into.. Into König fingering you deep and hard in front of the front door.
A low, guttural sound rumbled from his chest, vibrating through you. He didn’t stop. His fingers drove deeper, crooking inside you to find that sweet, spongy spot that made you see stars. Your head fell back against his chest, a silent surrender. “This is my work,” he growled, his voice rough and distorted by the mask. “Fixing this greedy little cunt. Making it forget everything but my fucking fingers. Look at the mess you’re making.” You forced your eyes open, looking down at your body as your shorts were down at your ankles. Your slick coated his fingers, your thighs, shining in the low light. The lewd, wet sounds of his hand working your pussy filled the house. “You’re such a filthy, dripping slut for me, aren’t you?” he muttered, his lips close to your ear. “Just a set of perfect tits and a hungry hole waiting to be filled.” You felt your face redder even more as the heat raised up to your neck.
König gets very mouthy during times like this, other than that he’s very shy. A total sweetheart, a puppy that follows you everywhere. However, the moment he gets his hands on you. It flips. He finds the joy of making you squirm, eyes rolling, body numb and dominating you. König’s free hand came up, roughly palming your breast through your shirt, his thumb flicking over your nipple until it was a hard peak. He squeezed, the pressure bordering on pain, and you cried out, your cunt clenching hard around his invading fingers. “Fuck, yes. Grip me like that. You love it when I talk to you like this. God, you have the best fucking tits. So full. They were made for my hands. For my mouth.” He pulled his soaking fingers from you, bringing them up to his lips. “You taste so good, I could never get enough.” He groaned as his tongue licked all over his two fingers. König’s breath became ragged, a dark satisfaction in his eyes.
He spun you around, your back now against the door. He was a giant, his masked face terrifying and exhilarating. He didn’t give you a second to think as he dropped to his knees, his big hands spreading your thighs apart. “Now let me see that pretty cunt. The one I’m going to fucking ruin.” König ripped his mask off, his mouth was on you in an instant, no teasing, just a hungry, open-mouthed lick from your aching entrance all the way up to your throbbing clit. You yelped, your hands flying to his hair, fingers tangling in it. He ate you like a starved man, his tongue spearing into your hole, lapping up your juices, sucking your clit into the hot cavern of his mouth. “König! Tha-Ah!” He pulled back, his lips glistening. “You want my cock instead of my tongue, hmm? You want me to pump this fertile little cunt full of cum? You want to feel it flood you? Risk putting a baby in this perfect belly?”
Your body shivers at the thought and feeling of König cock pumping in and out of you. “Ye-yes!” you begged, mindless, needing him inside you more than you needed air. He rose, unbuckling his pants with frantic motions. His cock sprang free, thick, veiny, and utterly intimidating, the head already slick with pre-cum. On cue, you already spread your legs wider as König pressed the broad tip against your soaked folds, not entering, just applying pressure. “Are you ready, baby?” The only response you gave was a nod with lustful eyes, looking up at him. A sharp, approving grunt was his only reply. He gripped his shaft, guiding it, and with one powerful thrust, he sheathed himself to the hilt inside you. The stretch was immense, blinding. A broken sob was punched from your lungs. He didn’t move, letting you feel every inch of him buried deep, stretching your walls to their limit. “Fuck, you always take it so well,” he groaned, his voice tight with strain. König then lifted you up against the door as your legs wrapped around his waist. “My perfect little doll, my pretty pretty doll.” His hand held your waist tightly. Then König moved. He pulled out almost all the way, then slammed back in, setting a brutal, punishing pace. The door rattled on its hinges with every thrust.
König kissed your lips, swallowing any screams and moans as he pistoned into you. The way your tummy bulged with his entire cock into your tight hole, it made him even more whipped when he mindlessly continued to hump you. The sensations itself became overwhelming as your eyes rolled back and all you saw was pretty stars. König himself, his moan increased, roughly grabbing at your hips to hold you still. “Gonna do it,” he grunted, his lips moving from yours to your neck, shoulder, anywhere on you, just to taste your skin. His rhythm became erratic, frantic. “Fi-fill you up. Get you pregnant.” You could feel the tension coiling in your own belly, the pressure building to an unbearable peak. His thrusts became shorter, harder, grinding deep. “Come, come, come. Squirt all over my cock while I fill you.” König commanded, although his voice was stained with control. At this point, you didn’t even hear him. You felt your orgasm explode through you, a violent, clenching wave that milked his cock relentlessly. You whimpered loudly, your vision whiting out while the pretty stars shine in front of you.
Feeling you cum and clenched around him was his undoing. With a raw, guttural roar, König drove into you as hard and fast as he could until one last thrust to hilting himself against you. He spurt thick ropes of his white, creamy cum inside of you, flooding your depths that seem to go on forever. König held himself there, his entire body trembling, grinding his hips into yours to push every last drop into you. He held against you, his weight pinning you to the door, both of you struggling for air while his cock was still buried inside you, still twitching, keeping his cum trapped deep. He nuzzled the side of your neck, planting little kisses on your neck and collarbone. “My love, my good girl, so perfect..”