My Taboo Harem! - Chapter 217 - 217: Annexed Ride (r-18)

“Ah—ah—fuck—yes—so deep—nngh—more—please—can’t—cumming—ahh!” The four inches outside glistened brighter with every savage stroke, coated in thick layers of her cream, her stretched lips dragging up and down the buried length in messy, obscene pulls.

Phei’s hands stayed on her thighs, thumbs still circling teasingly, feeling the tremor in her legendary stamina as she fucked herself raw, thighs starting to shake harder, abs burning.

He smiled up at her—calm, patient, predatory.

Enjoying every second of the show.

Valentina shifted forward, planting her feet flat on the mat on either side of his hips. Knees bent deep, ass squatted low; she dropped into a perfect squat, the kind she’d done a thousand times with hundreds of pounds on her back. Only this time, the barbell was twelve inches of living, throbbing cock, and only eight of them were inside her.

Her hands braced on his chest for balance, nails scraping skin. Then she started bouncing.

Pure power. Elite trainer legs unleashed.

Up; until just the fat crown stretched her entrance, her pussy lips gripping desperately around the ridge, dragging creamy white along his shaft as it emerged slick and glistening.

“Ahh—fuck—!”

Down; hard, punishing, thighs exploding with force as she dropped her full weight onto him.

Eight inches slammed home.

“Nngh—yes—!”

Her quads bulged, glutes flexed like carved marble, calves tight. Every rep was textbook; full depth, explosive drive. This was what she’d trained for: control, power, endurance. But now she was using it to fuck herself stupid on a cock that refused to fit all the way.

Schlick-schlick-schlick-schlick.

The wet sound was relentless, obscene, echoing off the mirrors. Each drop forced more cream out of her, the thick white ring at her entrance growing heavier, frothier, coating the base where she bottomed out.

His shaft disappeared and reappeared in rapid flashes; veins shining, skin glossy with her arousal, the untouched four inches below taunting her every time she rose.

“Too—big—hah—still—can’t—!”

She tried.

Gods, she tried.

Every bounce, she pushed harder on the descent; grinding down, rolling her hips, willing her body to open more. Eight and a half inches once; her cervix screamed, a sharp, electric jolt that made her vision white out.

“AH—fuck—there—!”

She gasped, lifted, dropped again; back to eight.

“Unh—come on—more—!”

Again; eight and a half, pain-pleasure stabbing deep.

“God—please—!”

Again; eight.

She couldn’t break past it.

Frustration twisted her face; brows furrowed, lips pulled back in a snarl, eyes wild. But the frustration only fed the pleasure, made her bounce harder, faster, more violent.

Phei’s hands had moved to her hips now. Fingers digging into the sharp bones, palms spread wide over the working muscle of her glutes and obliques. He wasn’t guiding her rhythm; just holding on, feeling the raw power flex and release beneath his grip.

Every few drops, he pulled; sharp, sudden; yanking her down harder than she’d planned.

The first time he did it, she screamed.

“FUUUCK—!”

The sound ripped out of her, raw and broken, as an extra fraction of inch speared against her limit.

**

Thirty seconds into the squat bounce and him doing that, it hit her.

Orgasm; sudden, violent, unexpected.

Her rhythm stuttered. Thighs locked mid-rise. Walls clamped down so hard Phei groaned low in his chest, feeling her pussy try to strangle the eight inches buried inside. Then she shattered.

“Cumming—cumming—AH—SHIT—!”

A hoarse scream tore from her throat as she slammed down one last time and stayed there, grinding, shaking.

“YES—YES—FUCK—!”

Clear squirt sprayed out around his shaft; hot, forceful jets that splashed across his abs, ran down his sides, soaked the mat beneath them.

But she didn’t stop.

Couldn’t.

Even as her body convulsed, even as her vision blurred and her voice cracked into sobs, she rose again; shaking, weak; and dropped.

“N-need—more—hah—please—!”

He sneaked a hand on her clit and rubbed it, his cock jerked forward to her G-spot.

She came again.

“Unh—unh—unh—!”

And again.

Slower now, but deeper, more desperate. Chasing the next one already.

“Again—gonna—cum—again—!”

Cream and slick coated everything; his cock, his hips, her thighs, dripping in thick strings every time she lifted.

Phei watched her, purple eyes glowing in the dim light, fingers still digging into her hips and took his fingers off her clit.

Letting her burn herself out.

Letting her think she was breaking him.

When really, she was only breaking herself; beautifully, perfectly; on the Dragon Rod that had endless stamina and four more inches she’d never take.

Valentina snarled low in her throat, feral and impatient.

She swung one toned leg over him in a fluid, predatory motion, planting her right knee hard into the gym mat beside his hip. The other leg stretched out straight to its absolute limit—foot pointed, thigh quivering under the strain, toes digging into the mat far on the other side of his body.

Her hips hovered high above him, pussy dripping, swollen lips parted and glistening, the fat head of his cock already kissing her entrance. One hand braced on his sternum, nails sinking in; the other reached back to grip his thigh for leverage.

Then she dropped.

Fast. Brutal. No warm-up.

The flared crown punched through her tight ring in one vicious motion, stretching her puffy outer lips paper-thin and red around his girth. Eight thick inches vanished inside her in a wet, obscene SLAP—skin meeting skin with a meaty crack that echoed through the empty gym.

“FUUUCK—!” she howled, voice raw.

She didn’t pause. Didn’t ease down.

She rode.

One knee anchored, the extended leg locked straight, she turned the position into something savage, primal, almost acrobatic. Hips snapped forward and back in short, ferocious strokes—each one slamming her down onto him with explosive power, then yanking her forward again, dragging her clit along the veined underside of his shaft on the pull.

Schlick—SLAP—schlick—SLAP—schlick—SLAP—

The rhythm was merciless, frantic, feral. No slow build. No teasing. Just pure, high-speed fucking—her pussy devouring and releasing him in rapid, wet flashes. Each forward rock ground her engorged clit against the thick root, each backward snap forced her walls to stretch and clutch desperately around the eight inches that filled her to breaking.

Thick, creamy froth bubbled out immediately—white and viscous, coating his shaft in a glossy sleeve that grew thicker with every punishing stroke. Long strings of cream stretched and snapped between them every time she pulled forward, dripping in heavy ropes onto his lower abs and the mat.

“Ah—ah—ah—fuck—yes—!” she panted in sharp, staccato bursts, each syllable punched out by the violent collision of their bodies.

Her extended leg trembled violently under the strain, muscles standing out in sharp relief from ankle to hip. The knee planted on the mat ground down harder for leverage, giving her explosive upward power before she dropped again—ass cheeks rippling with the impact, glutes flexing into hard, carved rounds.

“Too—thick—stretching—me—fuck—!” she gasped, eyes glassy, teeth bared in a feral grimace.

Phei’s hands clamped onto her waist—not guiding, just anchoring. Fingers dug deep into the dip above her hips, thumbs pressing into the hard V-lines of her obliques as he felt every ferocious contraction of her core.

Every tenth stroke or so he’d thrust upward—sharp, sudden, merciless—meeting her downward slam and forcing that extra brutal half-inch against her cervix.

The first time it happened she nearly blacked out.

“NGHHH—THERE—! GOD—!” Her whole body locked, back bowing violently, extended leg shaking so hard the toes curled under. Her pussy clamped down like a fist, spasming wildly, milking the length buried inside her.

She didn’t stop riding.

Even as the orgasm ripped through her she kept the brutal pace—faster if anything—hips snapping forward and back like a machine, clit grinding frantically against his pubic bone on every forward rock.

“Coming—coming—fuck—coming on your cock—!”

Clear squirt sprayed in violent, pressurized bursts—arcing forward across his stomach, splashing his chest, some of it even hitting her own thighs as she kept pistoning. The wet splatter-splat-splat mixed with the obscene schlick-schlick of her cream-coated walls dragging along his shaft.

“More—more—fuck—give me more—!” she snarled through the convulsions, tears of overstimulation streaking down her cheeks.

She changed the angle slightly—leaning forward more, braced hand sliding up to grip his throat—not choking, just holding, possessive. The new position let her grind harder on the forward stroke, dragging her clit along the full length of him while the backstroke forced her walls to stretch even wider around the retreating crown.

Cream frothed thicker now—white and bubbly, stacking in obscene rings at the base, coating his balls, running in rivulets down the inside of her extended thigh.

“Can’t—stop—gonna—come—again—!” Another scream, higher, more broken.

Second orgasm crashed into her mid-stroke—thighs spasming, knee buckling slightly on the mat, extended leg shaking so violently she almost lost balance. Squirt pulsed out in shorter, sharper jets this time, soaking everything beneath them.

Still, she rode.

Faster. Harder. More feral.

“Fuck—fuck—fuck—your cock—ruining—me—!”

Phei watched her with burning violet eyes, lips parted in a smirk. One hand finally slid back to grip the meat of her ass cheek—the one above the planted knee—spreading her wider, thumb brushing the slick, twitching ring of her asshole as she continued her frenzied ride.

She felt it. The touch. The threat.

It only made her go harder.

“Yes—touch it—fuck—everything—take everything—!”