He slammed me face-down on the mattress the second the door locked. No names, no small talk, just the heavy thud of his boots and the wet sound of him spitting on his hand. "You wanted the monster," he growled, voice like gravel in a furnace. "Now take it."
I spread my legs wider on instinct. The guy was built like something that shouldn't fit through doorwaysseven feet of solid black muscle, skin like polished obsidian, veins standing out on arms thicker than my thighs. His cock hung heavy between his legs, already half-hard and still growing. It was a monster: thick as a beer can at the base, veined like a roadmap, the head a fat purple-black fist that leaked clear strings every time it twitched. "Black cock" didn't cover it. This thing looked like it could ruin a man for life.
He grabbed my hips and yanked me back until my ass kissed that massive shaft. No lube except what he spat on it and what my hole was already leaking from the sight of him. The head pressed, blunt and merciless. I grunted as it breached me, stretching my rim wide in one slow, filthy push. "Fuck, it's too big," I hissed, but I pushed back anyway. He laughed low and drove another inch in.
"Shut up and take the monster cock, bitch." His hand wrapped my throat, not choking, just owning.
Every thrust after that was a wet, nasty slap of skin on skin. That cock speared me open, rearranging my guts with every stroke. I could feel every ridge, every pulsing vein dragging along my walls. My own dick swung useless between my legs, dripping onto the sheets while he used me like a sleeve.
He flipped me onto my back without pulling out. The new angle made me see stars. His abs flexed, sweat rolling down the deep cuts of muscle as he hammered deeper. "Look at that greedy hole swallowing every inch," he taunted. "You love this gay monster dick, don't you?" I could only nod, mouth open, drooling. He leaned down and fed me his tongue, biting my lip hard enough to draw blood while his cock punched my prostate on every downstroke.
I came without touching myself, shooting across my own stomach in thick ropes. He didn't slow down. He just kept pounding, using my clenching hole to milk himself. "Gonna flood that ass," he warned. When he finally came, it was a floodhot, thick pulses that overflowed around his shaft and ran down my crack. He stayed buried, grinding the last drops in until I was sloppy and used.
He pulled out slow, letting me feel every inch leave me. My hole gaped, twitching, cum pouring out in a steady stream. He slapped his still-hard cock against my thigh, smearing the mess. "Round two in five minutes," he said, already stroking himself back to full monstrous size. "This black cock ain't done with you yet."
I rolled onto my knees and opened my mouth. No words needed. The monster knew exactly what I wanted.
