My Scumbag System-Chapter 430: Face Down, Volume Up

Skylar sank down onto me, inch by inch, her face contorted in a mix of pleasure and determination. Unlike Akari’s theatrical performance, Skylar kept quiet, only the sharp intake of breath and flaring of her nostrils betraying the intensity she felt.

"Fuck, you’re big," she muttered, halfway down my cock.

I couldn’t resist. "That’s not what you were saying earlier."

Her eyes snapped to mine, violet irises darkening with challenge. "Shut up."

She slammed down, taking me to the hilt in one brutal movement. We both gasped. She was impossibly tight, her body squeezing me like she wanted to break me in half.

"Make me," I taunted. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

She grabbed my face and crashed her mouth against mine. Her teeth caught my bottom lip, biting hard enough to draw blood. The coppery taste spread between us as she started to ride me with furious intensity. This wasn’t lovemaking. This was a battle.

"You think you can handle me?" She rode me harder, her hands pressing down on my chest, pinning me to the bed. "You think this makes you special?"

I grabbed her ass, squeezing hard enough to leave marks. "I know it does."

She laughed, a sound dripping with mockery even as her pussy clenched around me. "You’re just another dick."

I’d had enough of her attitude. In one swift motion, I flipped our positions, slamming her onto her back. Her eyes widened in genuine surprise. Before she could react, I pinned her wrists above her head with one hand and thrust into her, hard and deep.

"Just another dick, huh?"

Her back arched off the bed. "Fuck you."

"I’m fucking you, Bubblegum." I punctuated each word with a thrust.

Skylar wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me deeper. Her eyes never left mine, challenging me even as her body surrendered. I could feel the other women watching us, their gazes hot on my back, but I focused only on breaking Skylar’s defenses.

"Harder," she demanded through gritted teeth.

I obliged, pounding into her with enough force to make the bed frame creak. Her breasts bounced with each impact, hypnotic in their rhythm. I released her wrists to grab her hips, angling them up to hit her deeper.

She immediately reached for me, nails raking down my back, leaving trails of fire.

"That all you got?" she taunted, voice breathy despite her defiance.

I slowed my pace, grinding against her on each inward stroke. "You want more?"

"Stop fucking around and fuck me properly." She bit out each word.

Without warning, I pulled out entirely. Skylar’s eyes flew open, mouth opening to protest. I flipped her onto her stomach before she could speak.

"Face down, ass up," I commanded, smacking her ass hard enough to leave a handprint.

"Make me," she shot back, mimicking my earlier taunt.

I grabbed a fistful of her indigo hair and pushed her head down into the mattress, simultaneously lifting her hips with my other hand. She fought against me, trying to rise, but I held her firmly.

"Stop fighting me," I growled into her ear.

"Make it worth my while."

I thrust back into her in one smooth stroke. The new angle let me go impossibly deeper, hitting spots that made her whole body shake. Her resistance melted instantly, replaced by a low, continuous moan.

"That’s it," I said, maintaining my grip on her hair. "Let everyone hear how much you like this."

Skylar bit the sheets, trying to muffle her sounds. I wasn’t having it. I pulled her head back by her hair, forcing her to arch her spine into a bow.

"I want to hear you."

She responded by pushing back against me, meeting my thrusts with equal force. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, along with Skylar’s increasingly vocal moans.

"Harder," she demanded. "Spank me again."

I brought my hand down on her ass, leaving another red handprint. She cried out, her inner walls clenching around me.

"Again!"

I spanked her other cheek, then again, and again, until her pale skin bloomed red. Each smack made her tighten around my cock, her body betraying how much she loved the pain mixed with pleasure.

"You’re such a fucking masochist," I panted, maintaining my punishing rhythm.

"Tell me something I don’t know," she gasped back.

From my peripheral vision, I could see Natalia watching us intently, her hand moving faster between her legs. Akari had recovered enough to sit up, staring wide-eyed at Skylar’s transformation from cool indifference to raw need. Emi looked scandalized but couldn’t tear her eyes away. Cel observed with scientific curiosity, her head tilted as if studying a particularly interesting specimen.

Skylar’s moans grew louder, more desperate. "I’m close," she admitted, the words sounding like they were torn from her throat.

I released her hair and reached around to find her clit, rubbing it in tight circles while continuing to pound into her from behind.

"No!" She tried to squirm away. "Too much, too sensitive—"

"Take it," I ordered, increasing the pressure on her clit while maintaining my relentless pace.

Her body went rigid beneath me, trembling on the edge of release. I leaned down, chest pressed against her back, and bit the junction where her neck met her shoulder. That pushed her over the edge.

Skylar came with a scream, her entire body convulsing. Her pussy clamped down on me like a vice, pulsing and squeezing in waves that nearly triggered my own release. I gritted my teeth, fighting back my orgasm. I wasn’t finished with her yet.

As her tremors subsided, I pulled out and flipped her onto her back again. Her face was flushed, hair plastered to her forehead with sweat, eyes unfocused with pleasure.

"Open your mouth," I commanded.

Her eyes cleared slightly, understanding dawning. Without hesitation, she parted her lips, her tongue darting out to wet them in anticipation.

I straddled her chest, my cock inches from her face. "You want to taste yourself, don’t you?"

A flash of defiance returned to her eyes. "If that’s what gets you off."

I rubbed the head of my cock against her lips, smearing them with the mixture of her juices and my precum. She kept her mouth open but didn’t move forward to take me in, waiting for me to make the first move. Another power play.

"Ask for it," I said, continuing to tease her lips.

She narrowed her eyes. "Fuck you."

"Wrong answer." I pulled back slightly.

We stared at each other, neither willing to back down. Then, slowly, her expression shifted from defiance to something hungrier.

"Please," she whispered, the word barely audible.

"Please what?"

"Please let me suck your cock."