Throatfire Surrender
In the heart-pounding chaos of a rain-lashed city night, Elena’s pulse raced like a trapped animal. She’d locked eyes with Damien across the sticky-floored dive bar, his tattooed forearms gleaming under neon flickers, broad chest straining his black tee. No words at first—just that slow, predatory grin splitting his stubbled jaw. Now, they crashed through his loft door, thunder rumbling outside like a jealous god. Water dripped from her soaked red curls, plastering her tight dress to every curve of her 24-year-old body. He was 38, all raw power from years wrenching engines in his garage, salt-and-pepper hair tousled, eyes dark with hunger.
She didn’t know his name yet, but her thighs clenched at the promise in his grip. Jump to Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6
Chapter 1: Neon Sparks and Stormy Tease
Rain hammered the loft windows like frantic fists. Elena kicked off her heels, bare feet slapping cold concrete. Damien flicked on a dim lamp, shadows dancing over his muscled frame. He smelled of motor oil and whiskey—rough, intoxicating. She sauntered close, hips swaying, fingers tracing his belt buckle.
“You been eye-fucking me all night, stranger,” she purred, voice husky from shouted bar talk. Her emerald eyes sparkled with challenge.
He chuckled low, grabbing her waist, pulling her flush against his hardening bulge. “Name’s Damien. And yeah, darlin’, that ass in that dress? Been dreaming of bending you over since you walked in.”
Her laugh bubbled, breathy. She ground against him, feeling his thick shaft twitch through denim. Lightning flashed, illuminating the loft’s exposed brick, leather couch, king bed in the corner piled with rumpled sheets. The air hung heavy with petrichor seeping through cracks.
Damien’s callused hands roamed up her thighs, hiking the wet fabric. No panties tonight—her choice, bold and bare. His fingers brushed her slick folds, and she gasped, nails digging into his shoulders.
“Fuck, you’re soaked already. Not just from the rain, huh?” His thumb circled her clit, rough pressure sending sparks up her spine.
Elena bit her lip, tasting cherry gloss mingled with rain. “Kept thinking about your mouth on me during that storm outside. Make me forget my name.”
He spun her, pinning her against the wall. Hot breath on her neck as he yanked the dress zipper down, exposing pale freckled skin, full breasts heaving free. Nipples pebbled in the cool air. His teeth grazed her earlobe. “Gonna devour every inch, red.”
She arched back, ass pressing his crotch. The friction built fire low in her belly. Thunder boomed, vibrating through them. Damien’s fingers plunged inside her, two thick digits curling, stretching her velvet walls. She moaned, head lolling, red hair cascading like flames.
“That’s it, soak my hand. Taste yourself?” He pulled out, slick fingers shoving past her lips. Salty-sweet tang exploded on her tongue. She sucked greedily, eyes locked on his feral grin.
Minutes blurred—his mouth claiming her neck, sucking bruises, hands kneading her tits till they ached deliciously. She clawed his shirt off, revealing inked chest, tribal swirls over pecs hard as iron. Her tongue flicked a nipple; he growled, shoving her toward the couch.
Chapter 2: Haze of Forbidden Smoke
Damien rummaged a drawer, pulling glassine weed—top-shelf indica from his supplier buddy. “Let’s loosen you up more.” He sparked the joint, cherry glowing orange. The sweet, earthy scent filled the loft, mingling with their musk.
Elena sprawled on the couch, legs splayed shamelessly, pussy glistening in lamplight. She took the first hit deep, lungs burning, holding it till stars danced. Exhale slow, smoke curling like lover’s breath. Cough ragged, throat raw—perfect vulnerability.
“Goddamn, that’s good shit,” she rasped, passing it back. Her body hummed now, skin electric. She rubbed thighs together, clit throbbing untouched.
Damien knelt between her legs, joint dangling from lips. Inhale, then leaned in, shotgunning smoke into her mouth. Their lips brushed, tongues teasing🔥. She grabbed his hair, pulling deeper, inhaling his essence.
High bloomed fast—giggles turning moans. His free hand trailed up her inner thigh, nails scraping lightly. Goosebumps erupted. “Squirming like a needy slut. Want these fingers back in that greedy cunt?”
“Yes—fuck, please,” Elena whimpered, hips bucking. The weed numbed edges, amplified every touch to ecstasy.
He obliged, three fingers now, pumping slow then vicious. Wet schlick sounds echoed over rain. She writhed, tits bouncing, free hand pinching nipples till they stung.
Joint passed again. Her hit was monster—throat closed, eyes watering. Dizzy lust crashed over her. Damien’s cock strained pants, obscene outline. She reached, palming it. “This beast… smells so fucking good from here.”
Musky arousal wafted, heady like dark wine. She unzipped him, freeing the veiny monster—nine inches, girthy, head purple and leaking precum. Veins pulsed under her fingers. Taste bud memory surged; she craved it balls-deep.
“On your knees, red. Show me what that pretty mouth does.” His voice gravel, commanding.
She slid down, carpet rough on knees. Joint stubbed out. Thunder rattled panes as she licked from base to tip, savoring salty bead. Balls heavy, shaved smooth, nestled in dark hair. She nuzzled them, inhaling deep—sweat, man, power.
Chapter 3: Choked Devotion Deep
Elena’s head hung off the couch arm, neck arched perfect. World upside-down, blood rushing. “Fuck my face, Damien. Use it like your personal hole.” Words slurred weed-thick.
He stood over her, knees bracketing head. Cock slapped her cheek—wet smack. Precum smeared lipstick. She gripped his ass, cheeks flexing granite-hard. One hand pinned her jaw wide, tendons straining. “Open wide, slut. Take every goddamn inch.”
Slow push—glans breaching lips, stretching. Salty glide over tongue. She relaxed throat from practice, endless porn nights alone. Inch by inch, veins dragging soft palate. Gags bubbled, saliva drooling chin. Twelve centimeters in, nose brushing pubes. Deeper—lips kissing base, nose buried in musky sack. Left nut warm against nostril.
Damien groaned primal, hips twitching. “Holy shit, breathing on my balls? Swallow, baby.” She did—throat convulsing like pussy. Gluck-gluck ripples milking him. Up for air, gasp ragged, strings spit connecting.
“More—harder!” She yanked him back, forceful now. His fist tangled red curls, controlling angle. Other hand collaring throat—squeeze firm. Pressure built inside-out; she felt his shaft bulge against palm.
He fucked then—pistons brutal. Short jabs, then full hilts slamming stomach wall. Pubes rasped nose, tickling. Oxygen starved, vision spotting black stars. Panic-lust cocktail surged; tears streamed cheeks. She trusted, surrendered, eyes pleading up: Don’t stop, own me.
Sounds obscene: gurgles, slurps, his grunts animal. Drool pooled neck, tits slick. Her pussy clenched empty, juices puddling couch. Fingers dove in, fisting self frantic.
“Gonna flood that throat. Swallow it all, or choke.” Squeeze tightened—veins popping her neck. She nodded micro, mouth tunnel for his rage.
Final thrusts savage—balls slapping chin. Roar tore from him; hot jets erupted. First pulse direct esophagus, bypass tongue. She gulped convulsing, milking ropes. Overflow bubbled lips, salty overflow she slurped vacuum.
Held deep till twitch stopped. Release—coughing cum-froth, gasping glory. Throat raw fire, voice gone whisper. Pussy ached unfilled, dripping promise. “Good girl? Or punish me more?”
Chapter 4: Pounded Flames Unleashed
Damien hauled her up, legs jelly. Tossed on bed like ragdoll. Sheets cool silk against fever-skin. Rain symphony crescendoed, lightning strobing bodies.
“Not done, red. That cunt’s dripping for cock.” He stripped naked—body sculpted labor, scars mapping adventures. Cock semi-hard, glistening her spit-cum mix.
Elena spread wide, fingers parting lips—pink folds swollen, clit hood pulled back. “Ruin me. Stretch this sloppy hole.” Aroma her arousal thick, tangy.
He dove first—tongue lashing clit like whip. Sucked hard, teeth grazing. Fingers four now, knuckles-deep, palm-slapping mound. She screamed, back bowing, fists sheets.
“Tastes like sin—sweet cum-slut nectar.” Vibration words hummed core. Orgasm built tsunami—weed haze shattered glass. She squirted—arc hot fluid soaking his beard. He drank, growling approval.
Cock rigid again, iron rod. Rubbed slit, teasing entry. “Beg.”
“Please, Daddy Damien—impale me! Fuck like beast!” Hysteria edged voice.
Thrust one—half in, stretch burn exquisite. Second bottomed, cervix kiss. Balls-deep slap. Pace demon: pull near-out, slam home. Bedframe banged wall rhythmic thunder.
Her tits jiggled hypnotic; he latched nipple, biting pulls. Sweat-slick skin clapped loud—wet flesh symphony. Nails raked his back bloody trails. “Harder—break me!”
He flipped her doggy, ass high. Spanks rained—cheeks blooming red handprints, sting blooming heat. “This ass jiggles perfect. Next?” Fingers probed pucker, spit-lubed.
She pushed back, greedy. Pussy juice trailed. “Yes—claim ass too!”
Partial withdraw, realign—glans popped ring. Inch grind, burn-pain-pleasure melt. Full seated, impossible full. “Tight as virgin—milk me!”
Dual assault: cock anal, fingers pussy. Prostate pound her walls thin. She babbled nonsense, drool pillow. Climax chained—gush after gush, quakes endless.
His pace frayed control. “Filling this shithole!” Pull hair reins, arch brutal. Cum erupted molten—pints flooding rectum. Overflow farted bubbles as he plugged.
Chapter 5: Bound Ecstasy Storm
Not sated. Damien eyed ropes from garage kit—粗 hemp, nautical thick. “Wanna tie you, red? Make you mine.” Eyes fever-bright.
Elena nodded euphoric, limbs loose. “Bind me tight. No escape.” Heart thundered anticipation.
He worked artist: wrists overhead bedpost, ankles spread frog-tie. Exposed utter—pussy gaping cum-slick, ass winking. Rain lashed harder, wind howling wolf.
Cool crop from drawer—leather tip. Taps thighs, building pink stripes. First real strike—thwack clit direct. Scream raw joy-pain. “Count, slut.”
“One—thank you, Sir!” Voice hoarse worship.
Twenty lashes: tits welts, inner thighs fire-map. Pussy drooled endless. Then ice cube—melt trails over burns, nipples tortured clamps later? No, mouth now.
Straddled face reverse, sack smother. “Clean balls while I eat.” Tongue bathed wrinkled skin, sucking orbs gentle-then-fierce. His rimming reciprocated—tongue probe ass, scooping his load.
Ass-to-mouth seamless—cock plunged throat anew, flavored anal tang. Gags renewed, tears fresh. Bound immobility amplified suffocation thrill💋.
Untied sudden—freedom rush. He flipped prone-bone, pillow ass-prop. Legs pinned, mating press deep. Missionary savage: eye-lock intense, souls fucking.
“Love this destruction?” Sweat dripped his nose to hers.
“Yes—cum in womb!” Delirium peak.
Mutual shatter: her walls vise, milking tsunami seed. Bodies locked spasm, aftershocks quivers.
Chapter 6: Dawn’s Ravaged Bliss
Storm ebbed, dawn gray-light filtering blinds. Bodies entwined slick, air sex-reeking: cum, sweat, weed ghosts. Elena’s throat throbbed badge honor, bruises blooming neck, ass, thighs.
Damien stirred, cock twitching nestle cleft. “Morning wood, red. One more?” Grin wolfish.
She rolled atop, cowgirl claim. Sunk slow, savor stretch anew. Rode languid first—hips grind circles, clit mash pubes. Then bounce brutal, ass clapping thighs porn-loud.
“Ride it, cowgirl—drain dry!” Hands maul tits, twists peaks.
She leaned back, fingers ass-plug own cum-lube. Double stuff fantasy live. Pace frenzy—hair wild halo, screams dawn chorus.
Climax mutual eclipse: her squirt shower rainbow arcs, his load paint walls white. Collapse fused, breaths mingle.
Soft now—kisses tender map bruises. “Stay? Garage girl’s new?” He murmured ear.
“Wild nights endless?” She traced tattoo.
“Every storm.” Fade together, city awakening. Throatfire eternal burn. 🔥
