He pulled back just enough to look at her—really look. Sierra Montgomery, the untouchable Hell Queen, pinned against the wall and trembling for him. Lips swollen and slick with their shared spit. Eyes glassy and fucked-out already. Chest heaving with every desperate, panting breath, her tits straining against that lace like they were dying for his hands.

Beautiful. Broken. Fucking his—every inch of this dripping, needy Queen now belonged to him as of this moment.

Phei's hands moved with deliberate reverence, starting at her face—thumbs stroking along her cheekbones, tracing the perfect, razor-sharp lines that had made lesser girls cry in jealousy.

He kissed her there, soft, almost tender, before his mouth trailed lower—growling low as he imagined painting those pretty features with his cum later.

Down the elegant column of her throat—kissing, sucking, biting just hard enough to mark—sinking his teeth in deep enough to bruise, sucking purple blooms into her skin like tattoos of ownership while she whimpered and arched, her pulse hammering against his tongue.

Each bruise was a claim. Each gasp from her lips was a prayer—each filthy, broken moan a confession that she was nothing but a cock-hungry whore for him now.

His hands slid to her shoulders, pushing the blouse down her arms until it pooled at her elbows, trapping them slightly.

He unhooked her bra with one quick, practiced flick behind her back, the black lace loosening instantly. The straps slid down her shoulders, and the cups fell away, letting her breasts spill free into the cool air.

They were full and heavy, soft double-Ds with that natural, perfect weight—pale skin flushed warm at the tops, swaying gently as she breathed.

Her nipples, dark rose and already tight from wanting him, stood out stiff and sensitive, thickening a little more the second the air hit them.

They weren't cartoon-perfect; they were real—soft curves with the faint blue trace of a vein here and there, the slight asymmetry that made them hers, the way they moved when she shifted, heavy and alive.

She drew in a shaky breath, chest rising, and they lifted with it—round, tender, aching. Goosebumps prickled across the smooth skin as his gaze dragged over them, her nipples tightening even harder under the attention, begging without words for his hands, his mouth, anything he'd give them.

Phei groaned low in his throat—a guttural, animal sound as his cock throbbed painfully in his pants, leaking pre-cum at the sight of those perfect, heavy fuck-udders.

Fuck they're perfect!

He cupped them—both hands, reverent and rough—feeling their weight, the soft, silky give of perfect flesh overflowing his palms, squeezing hard enough to leave fingerprints in that creamy skin while she gasped and pushed them deeper into his grip like the greedy slut she was.

Thumbs circled her nipples slowly, teasing, watching them tighten further into hard, needy peaks—pinching them viciously, twisting until she cried out, her cunt clenching on nothing as pain shot straight to her throbbing clit.

Then he worshipped—no, he fucking devoured.

Mouth descending on one breast, tongue swirling around the stiff nipple before sucking it deep—hard, relentless pulls that made her back arch off the wall, a choked cry tearing from her throat—wet, obscene slurping sounds filling the room as he hollowed his cheeks and sucked like he was trying to milk her dry.

He bit down gently—no, hard—teeth clamping on that fat nipple and tugging, grinding until tears pricked her eyes and she screamed, her pussy gushing fresh slick down her thighs.

"PHEI~"

Then he soothed with his tongue—over and over until she was writhing, hands fisted in his hair, pulling him closer—yanking desperately as she begged incoherently for more abuse.

He switched to the other breast, giving it the same devotion—sucking, licking, biting—until both nipples were swollen and shining with his saliva, dark and abused and perfect—red and ravaged, throbbing visibly, so sensitive that even the air made her whine.

His hands moved lower, mapping the dip of her waist, the flare of her hips, before sliding down to her juicy thighs—thick, soft, powerful from years of cheer and control—plush, cock-stuffing thighs he couldn't wait to feel wrapped around his hips while he pounded her senseless.

He gripped them hard, fingers sinking into plush flesh, spreading her legs wider as he dropped to his knees—forcing them apart until she was obscenely open, her ruined panties soaked through and clinging to her dripping cunt like a second skin.

The skirt was rucked up around her waist now, panties soaked and clinging to her pussy—the fabric dark and translucent with her slutty juices, the scent of her arousal thick and intoxicating.

He pressed his face there first—inhaling her scent, hot and musky and his—burying his nose against her clothed slit and breathing her in like a drug, groaning as his cock jerked and leaked more. Before hooking his fingers in the lace and tearing it away—ripping the panties clean off with a savage yank, the sound of fabric shredding echoing as he exposed her bare, weeping cunt.

Her cunt was beautiful—swollen lips flushed deep pink, slick and glistening, clit peeking hard and needy from its hood—fat, engorged, pulsing visibly, her shut slip folds and hole clenching and winking desperately for something thick to stretch it wide.

He spread her thighs wider, thumbs parting her folds, exposing every inch to his hungry gaze—spreading her open until she was gaping slightly, creamy arousal dripping in strings from her greedy fuck-hole.

Then he feasted—like a starving man on the juiciest, ripest pussy he'd ever claimed.

Tongue flattening against her clit in one long, slow lick that made her thighs quake—from her leaking entrance all the way up to her throbbing nub, scooping up her tangy cream and swallowing it down with a filthy moan.

"Fuck.... Phei..."

Another lick.

"Ohhh~... More..."

Then sucking her clit into his mouth—gentle pulls, then hard, relentless suction that had her hips bucking against his face—vacuum-sealing his lips around it and sucking like he wanted to pull her soul out through that swollen button, flicking his tongue rapidly until she was screaming.

He slid two fingers inside her—tight, scorching, dripping—plunging them knuckle-deep into that velvet vice, her walls sucking at him greedily as he curled them viciously to grind against her G-spot.

Pumping slow and deep while his tongue worked her clit without mercy—finger-fucking her harder, faster, adding a third to stretch her wide, the wet squelch of her soaked cunt echoing obscenely as he forced her toward the edge.

She came suddenly, almost surprised by it—like her body decided before her mind caught up. A sharp, trembling "OH—" broke from her throat first, small and shocked, then turned into a longer, broken "FUCCCKKKK—" that rose in pitch as the pleasure slammed into her.

Her walls clamped down hard around his fingers, fluttering in tight, desperate pulses, and a rush of warm wetness flooded out, soaking his hand and spilling over his tongue. Her hips jerked once, twice, thighs snapping tight around his head, trembling as she tried to hold him there, like letting go would end it too soon.

The moan that followed was messy and real—deep at first, almost a growl, then cracking into higher, breathless sobs of his name: "PHEI—PHEI—OH GOD—" each one punched out of her on a shaky exhale.

Her whole body shook with it, back arching, toes curling, a soft, wet sound escaping as another helpless gush slipped free.

Kept licking, kept fingering, drawing out every aftershock until she was limp and whimpering, oversensitive and begging—her clit twitching under his tongue, her hole spasming weakly as he lapped up every last drop of her cum like it was nectar.

When the waves finally slowed, she was left gasping little aftershocks—"ah… ah…"—soft, ragged, almost embarrassed, her thighs still quivering around him, fingers tangled loosely in his hair like she didn't have the strength to hold on anymore.

Only then did he rise, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand—smearing her slick across his lips deliberately, eyes locked on hers as he licked his fingers clean with a dark, satisfied growl.

Every part of her pussy. Claimed. Dominated like she'd asked. Owned.

And his cock was still aching, heavy and veined, ready to split her open and breed that ruined pussy until she couldn't walk.

And he wasn't done yet. Not even close.

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