Dominance Evolution System: Sweat, Sex, and Streetball - Chapter 139

Chapter 139: [R18]An Eye For an Eye, A Fuck for a Fuck
Nash was there, naked. His expression was everything but friendly, his eyes fixed on her.

He filled the doorway, his shoulders broad, his frame imposing.

The soft bathroom light caught the hard planes of his chest and abdomen, glistening faintly with sweat.

She could swear he was three times larger too, making any escape impossible.

And below his waist…

Hina’s breath hitched. Her eyes widened, pupils dilating. Her playful smirk vanished completely, replaced by slack-jawed disbelief.

His cock stood fully erect, thick and heavy, a powerful pillar of vengeance aimed directly at her like a finger pointing at a target.

It wasn’t just hard; it looked… bigger. No, it was bigger. And thicker, even angrier. Could dick have a consciousness? Because this one was talking to her with a deep voice.

Veins pulsed visibly along its impressive length, thick as cords, tracing a roadmap of engorged blood vessels.

The flushed head glistened with a bead of precum, catching the light like a tiny pearl.

Her gaze traveled slowly, instinctively, from his face, down the sculpted torso, to the undeniable, terrifying proof of his arousal. Her own breath came in shallow gasps.

Since when was he this big? And tall?

Hina stared, frozen. Her playful confidence evaporated, replaced by a terrible understanding.

This wasn’t the drunk, helpless Nash she’d teased and dismissed.

This was the fucking machine the girls talked about.

He took a single step forward into the bathroom.

The door closed behind him.

Hina flinched. Her mouth opened, but no sound came out.

Nash advanced slowly, his bare feet silent on the cool marble floor. His gaze never left hers.

Hina stumbled back a step, her back hitting the edge of the sink counter.

Her hands gripped the cool marble behind her.

The playful gleam in her eyes was gone, replaced by a flicker of primal fear… and something else. A spark of fascinated curiosity.

She gulped, her throat working visibly.

“N-Nash?” Her voice was a trembling whisper. “You’re… awake?”

He stopped barely a foot away. The heat from his body covered her. His cock, at eye level for her, seemed impossibly large, impossibly intimidating.

She could see the thick veins pulsing with each beat of his heart.

He tilted his head slightly, his expression still unnervingly calm.

“Did you have fun?” His voice was low.

Hina flinched again. Her cheeks flushed red.

“I… I was just… I wanted to give a good time to both of us! Drunk act! You know how I am!”

“Drunk?” The word was flat, devoid of humor. His eyes dropped, to her round jiggly chest, then lower, tracing the curve of her hip, the apex of her thighs.

“You seemed pretty sober when you were grinding on me.”

Hina swallowed hard. Her nipples tightened, betraying her body’s treacherous reaction. “I… I was tipsy! It was just… flirting!”

“Flirting.” He repeated the word slowly, tasting it. His hand lifted, not towards her, but towards his own cock.

He wrapped his fingers around the thick base. A thick bead of precum welled at the tip and slid slowly down the straining shaft.

“This doesn’t feel like flirting.”

Hina’s gaze followed the drop of fluid, mesmerized. Her lips parted slightly. A choked sound escaped her throat, half gasp, half whimper.

She couldn’t tear her eyes away from the sheer, intimidating size of him. It looked thicker, harder, more… predatory than before.

“But… but you weren’t that big before!” she stammered, trying to regain some shred of control. “You couldn’t even… how did you become like that?!”

His eyes snapped back to hers, sharp as shards of green glass.

“Big? You think I was hard then?”

He took another step forward. The head of his cock brushed against her bare stomach, just below her navel.

The contact was electric, hot and hard against her soft skin. Hina gasped sharply, jerking back against the counter again, but there was nowhere to go.

His hand shot out, but instead of touching her chest, he grabbed a fistful of her damp yellow hair near the scalp.

“I learned a technique to control myself,” he said, his gaze boring into hers. “This… is the first time I’m actively shutting it off.”

He yanked her head down sharply, forcing her to her knees on the cool tile floor before him.

Her squeak of surprise was cut off as he guided his cock towards her face.

The swollen, leaking head bumped against her parted lips, slicking them with pre-cum.

He leaned down slightly, his voice a low.

“Open wide, bitch.”

Hina’s eyes flew wide with shock and a spark of excitement. Before she could protest, before she could even think, the thick, hot crown of his cock pushed past her lips, spreading them wide.

She gagged instantly, her throat reflexively tightening.

It was too big, too much. Far bigger than anything she had felt before.

Her jaw strained at its hinges.

Nash didn’t hesitate. He pushed forward, relentless, using the grip on her hair to control the angle.

The thick shaft forced its way past her teeth, over her tongue, deeper, deeper. Her gagging intensified, a wet, choking urk-urk-urk sound tearing from her throat.

Her small hands flew up, instinctively grabbing at his powerful thighs, nails digging in weakly.

He pushed deeper. The thick girth stretched her throat obscenely wide. She could feel every ridge, every throbbing vein scraping against her delicate tissues.

Her eyes bulged, tears formed and streamed, mixing with the drool already slicking his cock and her chin.

Her nose pressed against the wiry hair at the base of his shaft. She could smell him, this addictive smell, mixed with the faint tang of her own earlier fluids.

Her throat convulsed violently around the invading thickness, trying to reject it, but he held her firm, pushing until the entire length was buried deep down her gullet, the base of his cock grinding against her lips.

For Nash, the sensation was a satisfying symphony of revenge.

The tight, wet heat was intense, almost painful in its constriction, but it was secondary.

The dominant feeling was the vibration of her choked gags traveling up his shaft, the sight of her tear-streaked face, the muffled, desperate sounds she made – Gllk… hnnng… urk!– music to his ears.

He felt the powerful muscles in her throat spasm and flutter around him, trying to swallow, trying to breathe, failing.

He held her there, buried to the hilt, feeling her body struggle, her small frame trembling violently.

He looked down at the top of her head, her yellow hair fisted in his hand, and a cold satisfaction settled over him.

This was just the intro.

He pulled back slowly, letting her gasp in a ragged, wet breath, saliva and tears dripping from her chin.

“Taste good?” he asked.

Hina coughed violently, her chest heaving. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, her eyes watering.

“It’s…” she rasped, her voice hoarse, “…nothing unbearable.”

She tried to sound defiant, but the tremor in her voice betrayed her.

She glanced up at him, her gaze flickering down to his cock, slick and glistening right on her face.

“Your technique…” she swallowed, “…is terrible.”

Nash smirked slightly, then, without warning, Hina leaned forward.

Her tongue darted out, quick as a snake, licking a thick stripe from the base of his balls up the underside of his shaft to the swollen head.

She paused, her lips hovering near the tip, her breath hot on the sensitive skin.

Then, with surprising speed, she opened her mouth and sucked one of his heavy testicles into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it, her eyes locked on his face.

Nash sighed, he wanted to teach her a lesson but that bitch was enjoying it.

Well, he’d see how much she could take.

He tightened his grip in her hair.

“Now get back to work. Make it wet enough.”

Before Hina could react, he shoved his cock back into her open mouth.

This time, he didn’t applied more strength.

He gripped her hair tighter and began fucking her face in earnest, pulling her head forward onto his shaft and then pushing her back, setting a brutal, relentless rhythm.

The wet, sloppy sounds filled the small bathroom – Schlluck! Gluck! Splortch! – punctuated by Hina’s choked gags and desperate, muffled moans.

“Urk! Gllk! Nnngh!”

Her throat stretched obscenely with each thrust, her jaw aching.

Tears streamed freely down her flushed cheeks, mixing with drool and precum running continuously.

Her small hands scrambled against his thighs, pushing weakly, then clawing, then gripping as if seeking for more violence.

Her body bucked and trembled beneath the assault.

Her eyes rolled back slightly, a mixture of pain and undeniable arousal flooding her brain.

She could feel the thick vein pulsing against her tongue, the salty tang of his dick flooding her senses, the sheer dominance of his actions stripping away her control.

She loved it, she loved it too much. Her nipples were painfully hard, rubbing against the thin fabric of her top.

Between her legs, a familiar heat pooled, dampness spreading despite the fear, despite the choking.

The violence, the helplessness… it was terrifyingly, shamefully exciting.

Nash watched her. He saw the tears, the drool, the panic in her eyes… and the flush spreading down her neck, the way her hips shifted subtly on the floor.

He felt her throat muscles flutter desperately around him, trying to accommodate, trying to please even as she struggled to breathe.

He increased the pace, driving deeper with each thrust, forcing her nose to mash against his pubic bone.

The wet gagging sounds intensified.

Glurk! Hnnngh! Urrrk!

He pulled her head back sharply, letting her gasp for air, her chest heaving, lips swollen and slick.

Before she could recover, he slammed forward again, burying himself to the root.

He held her there, feeling her throat convulse violently around him, her body shaking uncontrollably.

Her eyes pleaded, filled with tears and a strange, desperate hunger.

He leaned down, his voice a harsh whisper against her ear.

“You wanted to see if I could really cum infinitely?”

He saw her eyes widen sudden, a flicker of terror beneath the haze of arousal.

Her mouth, throat, and the entrance to her gullet were full, stretched impossibly tight around his girth.

He pressed her head down further, grinding against her lips.

“Savor that first load.”

Then, with a low groan that rumbled from deep within his chest, Nash unleashed it.

Not a trickle. Not a spurt. Volcanic eruption. Thick, hot cum blasted deep into her throat.

Hina’s eyes bulged.

“GLLLK!”

A powerful, pressurized jet of thick, hot cum blasted deep into her throat.

Hina’s eyes bulged impossibly wide.

GLLLK!

The sheer force choked off any sound.

It felt like molten lead pouring down her gullet, scalding, heavy, unstoppable.

The volume was immense, filling her stretched throat instantly, flooding her esophagus.

She couldn’t swallow fast enough.

It surged upwards, forcing its way into her sinuses, burning, oppressive.

Her nostrils flared, desperate for air, but only thick, viscous ropes of cum sprayed out, painting her cheeks white.

Simultaneously, the overflow shot back out her mouth, thick spurts splattering against Nash’s cock and thighs, dripping onto her own chest and the floor.

“GLLRRRK! SPLORTCH!”

It was messy, brutal, degrading.

The torrent continued, relentless, for a solid seven seconds – an eternity for Hina.

Her body convulsed violently, trying to expel the flood, trying to breathe, drowning in the thick, salty warmth.

Her throat spasmed uncontrollably around the pulsing shaft still buried deep within her.

Tears, snot, drool, and cum mixed freely on her face.

Her chest heaved futilely, starved for oxygen.

Finally, the torrent slowed, becoming thick pulses that coated her throat and filled her mouth with the heavy, salty taste.

Nash pulled back slowly, his cock slick and gleaming, leaving her gasping, coughing violently, thick ropes of cum still dribbling from her nose and mouth onto her chin and chest.

She slumped forward onto her hands, retching, coughing up thick globs onto the tile floor.

Her body trembled violently, her breathing ragged, desperate gasps.

She looked utterly wrecked, covered in her own fluids and his release.

Nash stood over her, breathing heavily, watching her struggle to recover.

The first load was delivered.