A bad bitch, but better than you.

Dev didn't have to use his words to intimidate others. It came naturally, given his physique and standing at a towering 6 foot 7 inches tall. His presence was often felt, rather than heard. It was what made him such an imposing and powerful leader, and it made sense to others how he'd be able to climb the ranks to the top of the criminal underworld. The idea of being in a relationship seemed rather foreign to him, before Riley returned. It was a very special case that allowed him to open the door to a significant other, rather than spend all his time and energy on building up his empire. The remnants of doing such were quickly being washed away in the sink. He gave the blonde a soft chuckle, surely audible over the sound of running water. His eyes looked up from his hands to the mirror, eying his partner in the reflection. She was stunning, as always. The only person he'd be happy to attach his name and reputation to. His eyes followed the outline of her obscene curves, which were always quick to catch his attention. Finally, he turned around to face Riley, giving her a sly smile as he dried his hand with a nearby towel. "Then I think we'd need to skip dinner. I have quite a bit to let out with you. I'm not we'd be ready by tomorrow's meal either," Dev informed her before tossing the towel aside. Dev's large, thick hands reached out, cupping her at the smallest part of her waist. "Think you can handle that? You might not be able to walk right for a while after," he added. It wasn't hyperbole, Dev knew what he was capable of, and just how hard his hips could hammer. But he also knew in his hear of hearts that Riley could keep up with him, which only added to his loyalty and affection for her. As he towered over her, he pulled her in closer, forcing those massive tits in the tight fabric of her dress to press up against his blood-stained shirt.

It wouldn't take too much prodding for Riley to seduce anyone. She was quite literally lust personified, the perfect contrast to his own brutish masculinity. But Dev was capable of holding back, not giving in completely to her sinful wants and desires. But right now, that sort of reservation didn't interest in him. Instead, he confidently strode over to the curvy blonde and wrapped his oversized, thick arms around Riley's figure as she tore off his crimson-stained dress-shirt. He knew exactly what she craved. And part of that meant some level of playfulness to it. He reached behind her and gripped a handful of her perfect blonde locks, wrapping his fist around it. Dev pulled on it, forcing her neck to crane back, leaving her throat completely open for him. Dev leaned in, pressing his lips to her exposed neck sucking and gnawing on it with the perfect mix of roughness and delicateness. His free hand roamed further down, gripping a handful of Riley's ass, stuffed tight in her strained, bodycon dress. "Don't tell me I didn't warn you," he teased softly in a whisper tone. Of course, he knew Riley could handle everything he could possibly dish out, it was part of what he enjoyed her so much, one of the reasons he didn't dispose of her like everyone else.

Dev didn't have to use his words to intimidate others. It came naturally, given his physique and standing at a towering 6 foot 7 inches tall. His presence was often felt, rather than heard. It was what made him such an imposing and powerful leader, and it made sense to others how he'd be able to climb the ranks to the top of the criminal underworld. The idea of being in a relationship seemed rather foreign to him, before Riley returned. It was a very special case that allowed him to open the door to a significant other, rather than spend all his time and energy on building up his empire. The remnants of doing such were quickly being washed away in the sink. He gave the blonde a soft chuckle, surely audible over the sound of running water. His eyes looked up from his hands to the mirror, eying his partner in the reflection. She was stunning, as always. The only person he'd be happy to attach his name and reputation to. His eyes followed the outline of her obscene curves, which were always quick to catch his attention. Finally, he turned around to face Riley, giving her a sly smile as he dried his hand with a nearby towel. "Then I think we'd need to skip dinner. I have quite a bit to let out with you. I'm not we'd be ready by tomorrow's meal either," Dev informed her before tossing the towel aside. Dev's large, thick hands reached out, cupping her at the smallest part of her waist. "Think you can handle that? You might not be able to walk right for a while after," he added. It wasn't hyperbole, Dev knew what he was capable of, and just how hard his hips could hammer. But he also knew in his hear of hearts that Riley could keep up with him, which only added to his loyalty and affection for her. As he towered over her, he pulled her in closer, forcing those massive tits in the tight fabric of her dress to press up against his blood-stained shirt.

It was as if Harper and Viktor had been communicating telepathically, through slick expressions. He wanted to feel those lips around his shaft, testing to see how much of a distraction she could be. Jason was sitting directly behind Harper, and didn't want to simply watch. The hulking, dark figure behind her leaned forward, sliding two of his thick, long fingers behind her, slowly toying with her puffy pussy lips. He simply wanted to test her, gage her reaction at this point. If anything, Jason wanted to prepare the first hole he had set his eyes on. Victor let out a soft, but noticeable groan under his breath. "Good god. Couldn't wait to get me home huh? I bet I can pull up in the driveway before you get a load from me," he teased. Either way, Viktor would win that bet. Viktor sped up, the sound of engine whirring grew louder and more pronounced, even over the sounds of her sucking.

Her pleasure only spurned him on more. While it certainly did boost his ego to hear her soft cries of pleasure, he needed more of it. More addicted to the sound of her than that velvety tight pussy that perfectly clutched his cock. It didn’t matter that she might have had previous partners before him – he wanted to ensure it was her time with him she remembered most. For NJ, that was already the case, born out of his longtime crush he’d had on her, simply feeling her this intimately close to him made this event more memorable than anyone he’d previous been with. Seeing her fave seemingly fixated with an expression of pleasure was something he’d always wanted to enjoy. His thick cock continued to slam into her before finally, he began to lower her as her orgasm seemingly petered out. His still-hard cock was pried free from her clenching hole, letting both of them know the other was far from done. “I’ve wanted this for so long. I hope you don’t mind if, we maybe spend the evening together?” he asked between his heavy breathing. Large, muscular chest heaved up and down as he finally came down from his sexual high. His hands cupped her cheeks, look down at her as he loomed over, a smile on his face as he looked her over.

Chloe smiled wanly up at him, not because she planned on refusing him, but because she was just tired. “I’d love that,” she murmured, wrapping her arms around his neck. “Think we can do it at your place? I’m…tired.” Despite that, she giggled and buried her head on the side of his neck. “Take me home?” If he had been someone she’d just met, she would have called Dahlia after politely turning him down. But he was NJ, the sweet guy she remembered and knew well from high school. It didn’t matter that he had ballooned into a sexy beefcake: she would have fucked him even if he still looked like the stereotypical nerdy kid. It was just her fault that she waited for too long, too long to the point that she might not have seen him again. But now that she had, felt him move inside her, she wasn’t going to let him go, not unless he wanted her to. She smiled up at him and went back to nuzzling the side of his neck. “Mmmm…NJ…take me home with you…”

His room was only down the hall -- but even that felt like it was too far away. The time it took to get there only seemed like an endless, daunting stroll, when all he wanted to do was plunge his cock in her holes and make her scream his name. He didn't care who heard her pleasure, or the scene they would make, if anything he encouraged it. He wanted everyone to know just who both of them belonged to as they made up for lost time. NJ reached past her, turning the shower head off. As he leaned in, he couldn't help but to press his lips to hers, enjoying another soft, sensual kiss, his cock throbbing against her flawless hip. As the water finally stopped pattering against their shower floor, it was clear that there was no one else there in the communal washroom. Their only fear then would have to be the hallway, if there was anyone there to spot them. But NJs own fears were squashed at the prospect of pleasing Chloe, and instead lifted her up by cupping her ass and flung her over his thick shoulder. The massive college student briskly made it to the door, then bolted down the hallway towards his dorm room.

If Riley knew anything about him, it was that he never backed down from a challenge. It wasn’t the fact he had flexible morales, or an intimidating physical aura that made him such a successful “businessman”, it was his unrelenting vigor when it came to overcoming a challenge. The worst thing his opponents or rivals could do was to underestimate what he was capable of. He doubted that Riley was attempting that. More likely, it was her playful way of prodding him, of stoking the fire to ensure an even more satisfying second round. And Devesh took the bait without a second thought. He flipped her over on her back, getting a good look at her, his cock pulsing with excitement from such a simple change. He wrapped his muscular arms around her, pulling her up off the bed and up against him. She was suspended there, his cock still inside her. Those heavy, prefect breasts of hers smashed against his pecs as he tightly held her to him. “You wanted more? Just remember that when you have toruble walking a week after this,” he teased, whispering in her ear as his muscular hips began to thrust again, starting achingly slow at first, wanting her to truly feel every brutal inch he had to offer her.

“I don’t want to walk,” she purred, though her smile was soft as she brushed a few sweaty locks of his hair away from his face. Riley knew better than to underestimate him; not that she had any plans to. Devesh was the very definition of an alpha male, one who could get things done efficiently…and do her efficiently. Thoroughly. And despite the roughness of his thrusts, there was a softness in his eyes that she believed was only for her. She loved this mafia man of hers, and each rough thrust of his cock deep inside her pussy was warmly and tightly welcomed. It didn’t matter that her cervix was already bruised from that much attention: it had been bruised even more before, when both of them were horny enough not to leave their bedroom, let alone their bed, for an entire week. “Use me, baby. I want those seven days with you again. Please?” She hoped he wasn’t too busy, or busy, period, so he could take another week away from his businesses. Riley didn’t care much about Chanel when she could have his cock wedged deep inside her pussy for hours on end, his cum painting her insides white.

Dev was used to female attention. The look of lust and desire in others was a familiar site. But with Riley, it was much different. Dev often knew that the desire for him was fueled by ulterior motives. Ways for his associates or rivals to show their obedience to him, tools for the business that he was in. And while Dev would enjoy these "gifts", the amount of pleasure he got from those encounters paled in comparison to this evening with Riley. Finally, after hours of enjoying her, of filling her up with load after load, both bodies painted in a layer of sweat, his hips finally stopped bucking. He collapsed over her, his arms wrapped around her as he lay there. Dev knew he had quite a bit of weight, shuffling to the side to alleviate the pressure on top of his partner. "It seems like this evening was something you've been thinking about for a while," he suggested, whispering next to her ear as they laid in his lavish bed. The sheets were a mess at this point, bedding strewn across the floor. Even now though, his cock was still semi-hard as it was wedged between the two of them.

Everything Dev had, he worked hard for. His empire, his body, and now, Riley. Although others might have quietly used disparaging words to describe him, one thing that was certain was his work ethic. Even now, Riley had to bear the brunt of how hard he worked, feeling his hips thrusting back and forth at an incredibly rate. His hands were wrapped around her, enjoying simply how thick her hips were, coinciding with her tiny waist, which Devesh could completely wrap around with the fingers of both hands. The entire bed shook each time he pounded into her, bottoming out in her womb. One hand reached forward, also grabbing the headboard. His hand wrapped over hers, the two of them gripping the piece of wood. Riley got her wish, his cockhead flaring in warning inside of her as he dowses her insides with another thick, heavy load. His hips don’t slow down, however, making sure her slick folds continue to ride his hard prick, as if ready for even more of her, for another round with the blonde.

With how tense his grip had gotten, she assumed that he was gearing up for more. Riley, meeting his gaze, nodded. Do it, the nod seemed to say. Do it, fuck me again. Please. She should have felt tired, but she realized that she wanted to see how far both of them could go. How many rounds he could fuck her before he, she, or both of them tapped out. Even though her walls were sore and aching from his brutal thrusts, she squeezed them, clamping them around his throbbing and still-cumming cock, to milk more of his seed from his balls before she let go, squeezing and retracting to mimic the pulsing of his shaft inside her. “That all you got, Daddy?” she purred once the orgasmic haze had subsided. He was still pounding her, spreading her puffy lips open with his cock, and slamming the tip of his shaft against her cervix. Hell, he’d already managed to push his tip right into her womb: the man certainly owned her, body and soul, by now.

If Riley knew anything about him, it was that he never backed down from a challenge. It wasn't the fact he had flexible morales, or an intimidating physical aura that made him such a successful "businessman", it was his unrelenting vigor when it came to overcoming a challenge. The worst thing his opponents or rivals could do was to underestimate what he was capable of. He doubted that Riley was attempting that. More likely, it was her playful way of prodding him, of stoking the fire to ensure an even more satisfying second round. And Devesh took the bait without a second thought. He flipped her over on her back, getting a good look at her, his cock pulsing with excitement from such a simple change. He wrapped his muscular arms around her, pulling her up off the bed and up against him. She was suspended there, his cock still inside her. Those heavy, prefect breasts of hers smashed against his pecs as he tightly held her to him. "You wanted more? Just remember that when you have toruble walking a week after this," he teased, whispering in her ear as his muscular hips began to thrust again, starting achingly slow at first, wanting her to truly feel every brutal inch he had to offer her.

His thick arms wrapped around her figure, pressing her curves up against his hard, cut muscular torso. NJ couldn’t press himself tight enough against her, wanting to feel every inch of her body. He’d thought about this day for so long, he wanted to make sure of every second with her as if to make up for lost time. At the mention of her having been with other guys, his hips slammed into her, noticeably hard. A soft groan escaped him as he drove deep into her soft, warm cunt. While his thrusts were powerful, he went relatively slow and methodically with them, making sure to take his time as his head slid against some of her more sensitive spots, taking mental note of them. “I want to set the standard for you… I want to be the type of man you deserve,” he groaned softly next to her ear, his hips slowly picking up speed. He was certain the entire floor of the college dorm could hear the two of them fucking, feel the wall as it reverberated from his thrusts.

“You are,” she moaned, her lips seemingly in a permanent soft ‘o’ of pleasure. “You’re mine, NJ!” His hips slapped against her, the thick, wet sound echoing in the hopefully empty shower room. But even if someone came in now, she wouldn’t want to stop. A part of her wanted to egg him on and show whoever it was what they were doing and whose pussy was his. “My cock. My cum. My big man…” The rest of her sentence was cut off by her moans, which grew louder the deeper and faster his thrusts became. She wondered if the sex would have been this amazing if they had started back in high school, and a delicious idea came to mind as she stood there, raking her nails along the back of his shoulders and clenching her tight walls around his hung cock. The idea of seducing him in one of those sexy schoolgirl outfits, with a tiny plaid skirt and a tight white blouse…whether she ended up wearing lingerie underneath or not was still unclear.

Her pleasure only spurned him on more. While it certainly did boost his ego to hear her soft cries of pleasure, he needed more of it. More addicted to the sound of her than that velvety tight pussy that perfectly clutched his cock. It didn't matter that she might have had previous partners before him -- he wanted to ensure it was her time with him she remembered most. For NJ, that was already the case, born out of his longtime crush he'd had on her, simply feeling her this intimately close to him made this event more memorable than anyone he'd previous been with. Seeing her fave seemingly fixated with an expression of pleasure was something he'd always wanted to enjoy. His thick cock continued to slam into her before finally, he began to lower her as her orgasm seemingly petered out. His still-hard cock was pried free from her clenching hole, letting both of them know the other was far from done. "I've wanted this for so long. I hope you don't mind if, we maybe spend the evening together?" he asked between his heavy breathing. Large, muscular chest heaved up and down as he finally came down from his sexual high. His hands cupped her cheeks, look down at her as he loomed over, a smile on his face as he looked her over.