Chapter 490: Chapter 490

Kayla reached back again, her breathing coming in short, shallow hitches. She gripped my cock and positioned it perfectly. With a slow, agonizingly steady sink of her hips, she guided me inside.

The resistance was incredible... thick, and incredibly tight, until the muscle finally gave way, and I slid all the way to the hilt.

"Nnh... fuck," I moaned, the internal pressure wrapping around me like a vice.

Kayla’s head snapped back, her hands bracing against my knees as she adjusted to the intrusion. She glanced back at me over her shoulder, a look of pure, triumphant fire in her eyes.

"Hope you’re ready, Evan," she panted, her voice trembling. "Because I’m going to make you work for every drop."

The moment Kayla felt the full depth of my length settled in her, she didn’t wait for a lead. She seized control, her hands bracing against my knees as she began to drive herself up and down with a violent, athletic intensity. The heavy velvet chair creaked under the dual weight of our bodies, the wood groaning with every downward strike.

"I told you I wouldn’t go easy," Kayla rasped, her face flushed as she started to jump.

She was going to town on me. She would lift her hips so high that my cock nearly slipped out of that tight, punishing heat, only to plunge back down with a heavy, wet thud that sent a jolt of electricity straight to my brain. The friction was unlike anything else—a hot, dry, constricting pressure that seemed to wrap around every nerve ending.

"God, Kayla... fuck!" I groaned, my head falling back against the headrest.

The sound was incredible. The wet slap of her ass against my thighs combined with the creak of the chair filled the room. The girls gathered closer, their eyes wide as they watched the raw power Kayla was putting into the movement.

"Look at her go," Nala whispered, her voice thick with awe. "She’s trying to break the chair and Evan at the same time."

"She’s merciless," Jasmine added, leaning in to see the point of impact. "I’ve never seen her pound someone that hard. She’s really trying to claim him."

Kayla wasn’t just moving; she was, dunno, fucking warring with me. She increased the pace until she was a blur of motion, her massive, sculpted ass hitting my lap with the force of a hammer. I felt my body tense, my muscles snapping tight as the overstimulation began to redline. I reached out, my hands digging into her hips to try and find some leverage, but she was a force of nature.

My vision began to swim. The soft bedroom lighting turned into a hazy golden blur. "Oh fuck... Kayla... slow down," I managed to choke out, my voice breaking. "I’m gonna... I’m right there..."

Instead of slowing, Kayla’s eyes flashed with triumph.

She went even faster.

She was moving with a desperate, frantic speed now, her breath coming in ragged, high-pitched whistles. Every strike was deeper than the last, the internal pressure reaching a point that was almost painful.

"Take it, Evan! Give it to me!" she screamed, her voice echoing off the glass walls.

I couldn’t hold back anymore. The dam burst with a violent, primitive force. My vision shattered into a thousand points of light as the orgasm tore through me. I let out a string of incoherent, guttural words, my head tossing from side to side as I exploded deep inside her.

The sensation was overwhelming—a series of hot pulses that felt like they were being milked out of my very soul. I was pouring into her, the heat of my release filling her tightest depths until there was nowhere left for it to go.

But Kayla didn’t stop.

Even as I was twitching in the middle of the peak, she kept going. She went even harder, her movements turning into a relentless, punishing assault. She was using the extra lubrication of my cum to drive herself even deeper, her ass pounding against me with a strength that actually started to make my thighs ache. It felt like I was being dismantled from the inside out.

"Kayla... stop... oh, fuuuuck," I gasped, my hands losing their grip on her waist as I succumbed to the sheer power of her rhythm.

The cum began to overflow. Because she was moving so fast, the friction was turning the mixture of Mendy’s juices and my own release into a frothy, white foam that coated the base of my cock and streaked down my thighs. It dripped onto my balls, where Mendy immediately leaned back in, her tongue darting out to lick up the overflow with a desperate, hungry energy.

"Look at the mess she’s making," Tessa laughed, her eyes locked on the white foam bubbling between us. "She’s literally churning it."

"It’s everywhere," Kim murmured, her hand resting on her stomach as she watched the display. "I’ve never seen a man produce that much. She’s milking him dry."

Kayla was a blur of sweat and muscle now. She was hitting the bottom with enough force to make my entire frame shudder, her internal muscles clamping down on me like a vice.

I was helpless, pinned to the chair by the weight of her ambition. My breath was coming in short, wrecked hitches, my mind completely blank as she continued to ravage me long after I had given her everything I had.

Then, with one final, agonizingly powerful drop, Kayla slammed herself down as hard as she could. She stayed there, her body snapping rigid as she hit her own limit.

She let out a long, shattered cry that died into a series of broken whimpers. Her asshole went into a violent, crushing lockdown, the muscles twitching in a series of intense spasms that made me let out one last, exhausted groan. She stayed impaled on me, her chest heaving, her skin slick with a fine sheen of sweat that glittered under the lights.

The room fell into a heavy, weighted silence, broken only by the sound of our synchronized, ragged breathing.

"Holy... hell," Delilah whispered, adjusting her black stockings as she stepped closer. "I think you actually did it. You broke the ’Master.’"