To the driver apartment
Undeserved Ascendance
chapter 22
by
copier
· original author:
an188
"Now that was fun," Danny murmured, watching the driver's chest rise and fall rapidly, her lipstick smeared across her chin like war paint. He traced a finger down her throat, over her collarbone, then flicked her nipple through the thin fabric of her shirt. "But I'm not done with you yet. Drive us to your place." Her breath hitched—not in protest, but anticipation. She adjusted the rearview mirror with trembling hands, then peeled out of the alley without a word, tires screeching.
The apartment building was a rundown brick thing with flickering hallway lights and peeling wallpaper. Danny ducked through the doorway, his shoulders nearly brushing both sides of the narrow corridor, his biceps flexing as he cracked his knuckles. "Cozy," he sneered, following her up the creaky stairs. She fumbled with her keys, dropping them twice before finally shoving the door open—only for Danny to push her inside first, his palm flat between her shoulder blades.
Her apartment smelled like vanilla candles and stale takeout, but Danny barely noticed. He was already peeling off his shirt, muscles rippling under sweat-damp skin. She whimpered at the sight, her fingers trembling as she reached for his belt—but he caught her wrist, tutting. "Uh-uh. Beg properly." He dragged a fingertip down her sternum, watching her shiver. "Tell me what you want, and maybe I'll give it to you."
She dropped to her knees instantly, hands clasped like a prayer. "Please," she whispered, lips brushing his fly. "Fuck me again. Harder." Danny threw his head back with a laugh, fingers knotting in her hair. "That’s my good little liar," he purred, dragging her face against the straining outline of his cock through his shorts. "But first..." He shoved her backward onto the threadbare couch, stalking toward her with deliberate slowness.
Her breath hitched as he knelt between her legs, running his tongue up her inner thigh—slow, torturous, leaving a wet trail that made her squirm. "Stay still," he ordered, biting the tender flesh just hard enough to bruise. She whimpered, fingers twisting in the cushions, while his hands traced every curve with possessive precision—cupping her breasts, pinching her nipples, sliding down to spread her thighs wider. "Look at you," he mocked, blowing cool air over her dripping folds. "So wet for the man you called a pig."
Danny dragged his tongue up her slit in one agonizingly slow lick, pausing just before reaching her clit—then pulling away with a smirk. She whined, hips bucking, but he pinned her down with one massive hand on her stomach. "Uh-uh," he tutted, circling her entrance with two fingers but not pushing in. "You don’t get to rush this." His other hand slid under her, gripping her ass roughly, fingers digging into the soft flesh as he leaned in to breathe against her wetness. "Smell that?" he murmured. "That’s you—desperate."
Her thighs trembled as he traced lazy patterns around her clit with his thumb, watching her chest flush pink. "Funny," he mused, nodding toward the rainbow flag tacked above her TV. "Thought you didn’t like cock." She shook her head violently, nails scraping his forearm. "I lied," she gasped, "I—fuck—I lied!" Danny chuckled darkly, finally sinking two fingers into her with a wet squelch, curling them just enough to make her back arch off the couch. "Louder," he demanded, twisting his wrist. "Say it like you mean it."
She sobbed his name, hips jerking against his hand. "Please, Danny, I need—" He withdrew abruptly, wiping his glistening fingers on her bare stomach. "Need what?" he taunted, unbuttoning his shorts with agonizing slowness. Her eyes locked on the thick outline straining against the fabric. "Your cock," she choked out, spreading her legs wider in shameless supplication. "I need your cock inside me."
Danny laughed, the sound low and victorious, as he freed himself—already hard again, veins pulsing along his length. He gripped her hips, flipping her onto all fours with effortless strength. No foreplay, no tenderness; he sheathed himself in one brutal thrust that punched the breath from her lungs. Her back arched instinctively, taking him deeper, nails clawing at the couch cushions as he set a punishing rhythm.
She came almost immediately, a broken cry tearing from her throat as her body clenched around him. Danny didn’t slow, didn’t relent—just leaned forward, biting the curve of her shoulder as he drove into her again and again. "That’s it," he growled against her skin, fingers tightening in her hair. "Take it like the good little liar you are." Her moans pitched higher with each snap of his hips, her thighs slick with her own arousal, the wet slap of skin echoing off the walls.
He dragged her back against him by the hips, forcing her spine into a deeper arch, his cock grinding against a spot that made her vision blur. "You’re gonna come again," he commanded, voice rough with dominance. "Right fucking now." And she did, shuddering violently, her whole body convulsing as he milked another orgasm from her with ruthless precision. Her legs gave out, but he held her up effortlessly, her weight nothing against his sculpted strength.
He pulled his cock out and ejaculate...
Splurge
Spluurge
Spluuuurge
He shoot ropes of silver sticky cum across her trembling ass, each pulse splattering thicker than the last until her cheeks glistened with his release. She gasped, hips twitching involuntarily—still hungry even after being ruined. Danny smirked, swiping a finger through the mess before shoving it between her lips. "Clean up your mess, pretender," he ordered, watching her tongue dart out obediently.
"Now make me a sandwich," he commanded, slapping her ass hard enough to leave a red handprint on his own cum. She scrambled to the kitchen on shaky legs, her thighs still slick with him. Danny sprawled on her couch, idly flexing his abs as he watched her assemble turkey and rye with trembling hands—no mayo, extra mustard, just how he liked it.
When she brought it to him on a plate, he took a bite, then smirked. "Good girl, it seems that we got all thus feminist shit our of you" She nodded silently, her lip quivering as she stood there naked except for the apron he'd tossed at her. Danny stretched lazily, his muscles rippling under sweat-damp skin, then grabbed her wrist and yanked her onto his lap. "I know your place now, don't you?" he murmured against her ear, fingers digging into her hips.
What now?
The apartment building was a rundown brick thing with flickering hallway lights and peeling wallpaper. Danny ducked through the doorway, his shoulders nearly brushing both sides of the narrow corridor, his biceps flexing as he cracked his knuckles. "Cozy," he sneered, following her up the creaky stairs. She fumbled with her keys, dropping them twice before finally shoving the door open—only for Danny to push her inside first, his palm flat between her shoulder blades.
Her apartment smelled like vanilla candles and stale takeout, but Danny barely noticed. He was already peeling off his shirt, muscles rippling under sweat-damp skin. She whimpered at the sight, her fingers trembling as she reached for his belt—but he caught her wrist, tutting. "Uh-uh. Beg properly." He dragged a fingertip down her sternum, watching her shiver. "Tell me what you want, and maybe I'll give it to you."
She dropped to her knees instantly, hands clasped like a prayer. "Please," she whispered, lips brushing his fly. "Fuck me again. Harder." Danny threw his head back with a laugh, fingers knotting in her hair. "That’s my good little liar," he purred, dragging her face against the straining outline of his cock through his shorts. "But first..." He shoved her backward onto the threadbare couch, stalking toward her with deliberate slowness.
Her breath hitched as he knelt between her legs, running his tongue up her inner thigh—slow, torturous, leaving a wet trail that made her squirm. "Stay still," he ordered, biting the tender flesh just hard enough to bruise. She whimpered, fingers twisting in the cushions, while his hands traced every curve with possessive precision—cupping her breasts, pinching her nipples, sliding down to spread her thighs wider. "Look at you," he mocked, blowing cool air over her dripping folds. "So wet for the man you called a pig."
Danny dragged his tongue up her slit in one agonizingly slow lick, pausing just before reaching her clit—then pulling away with a smirk. She whined, hips bucking, but he pinned her down with one massive hand on her stomach. "Uh-uh," he tutted, circling her entrance with two fingers but not pushing in. "You don’t get to rush this." His other hand slid under her, gripping her ass roughly, fingers digging into the soft flesh as he leaned in to breathe against her wetness. "Smell that?" he murmured. "That’s you—desperate."
Her thighs trembled as he traced lazy patterns around her clit with his thumb, watching her chest flush pink. "Funny," he mused, nodding toward the rainbow flag tacked above her TV. "Thought you didn’t like cock." She shook her head violently, nails scraping his forearm. "I lied," she gasped, "I—fuck—I lied!" Danny chuckled darkly, finally sinking two fingers into her with a wet squelch, curling them just enough to make her back arch off the couch. "Louder," he demanded, twisting his wrist. "Say it like you mean it."
She sobbed his name, hips jerking against his hand. "Please, Danny, I need—" He withdrew abruptly, wiping his glistening fingers on her bare stomach. "Need what?" he taunted, unbuttoning his shorts with agonizing slowness. Her eyes locked on the thick outline straining against the fabric. "Your cock," she choked out, spreading her legs wider in shameless supplication. "I need your cock inside me."
Danny laughed, the sound low and victorious, as he freed himself—already hard again, veins pulsing along his length. He gripped her hips, flipping her onto all fours with effortless strength. No foreplay, no tenderness; he sheathed himself in one brutal thrust that punched the breath from her lungs. Her back arched instinctively, taking him deeper, nails clawing at the couch cushions as he set a punishing rhythm.
She came almost immediately, a broken cry tearing from her throat as her body clenched around him. Danny didn’t slow, didn’t relent—just leaned forward, biting the curve of her shoulder as he drove into her again and again. "That’s it," he growled against her skin, fingers tightening in her hair. "Take it like the good little liar you are." Her moans pitched higher with each snap of his hips, her thighs slick with her own arousal, the wet slap of skin echoing off the walls.
He dragged her back against him by the hips, forcing her spine into a deeper arch, his cock grinding against a spot that made her vision blur. "You’re gonna come again," he commanded, voice rough with dominance. "Right fucking now." And she did, shuddering violently, her whole body convulsing as he milked another orgasm from her with ruthless precision. Her legs gave out, but he held her up effortlessly, her weight nothing against his sculpted strength.
He pulled his cock out and ejaculate...
Splurge
Spluurge
Spluuuurge
He shoot ropes of silver sticky cum across her trembling ass, each pulse splattering thicker than the last until her cheeks glistened with his release. She gasped, hips twitching involuntarily—still hungry even after being ruined. Danny smirked, swiping a finger through the mess before shoving it between her lips. "Clean up your mess, pretender," he ordered, watching her tongue dart out obediently.
"Now make me a sandwich," he commanded, slapping her ass hard enough to leave a red handprint on his own cum. She scrambled to the kitchen on shaky legs, her thighs still slick with him. Danny sprawled on her couch, idly flexing his abs as he watched her assemble turkey and rye with trembling hands—no mayo, extra mustard, just how he liked it.
When she brought it to him on a plate, he took a bite, then smirked. "Good girl, it seems that we got all thus feminist shit our of you" She nodded silently, her lip quivering as she stood there naked except for the apron he'd tossed at her. Danny stretched lazily, his muscles rippling under sweat-damp skin, then grabbed her wrist and yanked her onto his lap. "I know your place now, don't you?" he murmured against her ear, fingers digging into her hips.
What now?
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