Chapter 4 You Have A Tiny Dick 2

Mark slammed the door behind him, the sound echoing like a gunshot in the quiet that followed. His footsteps faded down the hallway, and I heard the front door of the house bang shut, leaving behind a silence that was almost as loud as our argument. No sooner had the echo of the door faded than the wardrobe door creaked open. Out stepped a naked man, his body silhouetted against the purple neon light, his skin glistening with a sheen of sweat from hiding. It was Tom, the guy I'd been fucking before Mark barged in. Without a word, Tom strode over to me, his hard dick bobbing with each step. The argument had left me wired, angry, and still aching for something Mark couldn't provide. Tom grabbed me, his urgency matching mine, and before I could even process the shift from argument to this new encounter, he thrust his cock into my mouth. I gagged slightly as he pushed in deep, my throat stretching to accommodate him. He was much larger than Mark, and the sensation was overwhelming, saliva pooling in my mouth, some of it spilling out, dripping down my chin. The taste of him, mixed with the remnants of my cigarette smoke, was a stark contrast to the earlier bitterness. Tom didn't give me time to adjust; he started thrusting, his dick sliding in and out of my mouth, the wet sounds filling the room where moments ago there were only shouts. My hands gripped his thighs, feeling the muscles tense with each movement. I could feel the saliva dripping down, making a mess, but the urgency, the need to reclaim pleasure after such an intense argument, drove me to take him deeper. He moaned, his hands in my hair, pulling me closer, making me take him even deeper. "Fuck, Sofia, you take it so good," he grunted, his voice rough with desire. My response was muffled, my mouth full, but the vibration of my moan around his cock seemed to spur him on. Suddenly, Tom pulled me up by my hair, turning me around with a rough yank. I barely had time to catch my breath before he bent me over the bed, my ass in the air. His hand came down hard on my butt, the sound echoing like our earlier argument, leaving a red handprint on my skin. I gasped, the sting mixing with the lingering adrenaline from the fight. Without warning, he thrust into me from behind, his dick filling me up in a way that made me forget everything but the sensation. He fucked me hard, each slap on my ass making me clench around him, the pain and pleasure blurring into one intense feeling. His thrusts were relentless, his balls slapping against me with each deep penetration. I pushed back against him, wanting more, needing to feel something after the emptiness of my argument with Mark. The room was filled with the sounds of our bodies colliding, my moans, and the occasional sharp slap of his hand on my now red ass. Tom's dick slipped out once, the sudden emptiness jarring, but I reached back, guiding him back in, desperate for the fullness again. "Don't stop," I panted, my voice thick with need. He didn't. He fucked me with even more vigor, his rhythm growing erratic as he chased his own release. The intensity was building inside me, a different kind of tension than before, one that was all about release rather than restraint. Then, something unexpected happened. The overwhelming pleasure, combined with the rough handling, pushed me to a peak I hadn't anticipated. I felt a warmth spreading, a release beyond orgasm; I was peeing, unable to hold it back with the force of his thrusts. The warmth mixed with our sweat and the sound of it hitting the floor added a new layer of humiliation and thrill to our fuck. Tom didn't stop; if anything, he seemed to get more turned on, his movements becoming more frenzied as he felt the new wetness. "Fuck, yes, Sofia," he growled, his voice a m ix of shock and arousal.