Kushina cried out softly, back arching, gripping the sheets. "S-stop—ahhh...it's too big…!"
His teeth clenched as he bottomed out, hips grinding against hers.
"Too big for Minato maybe," he muttered darkly, pulling back before slamming into her again with a sharp, wet slap.
"But you'll take it. Every inch. You're my bitch now"
Her breath came in sharp, broken moans. "I-it's wrong… you're not—ahhhn! Not supposed to…!"
He leaned in, mouth at her ear. "You're tighter than you have any right to be…" he growled.
"Either he doesn't fuck you, or you've been saving this cunt just for me."
Kushina whimpered again, thighs twitching, the sound of wet slaps filling the room as he began thrusting in a punishing rhythm.
"Ah—ah—fuck…! Don't say that…!" she cried, hips jerking despite herself.
"Why not?" Obito snapped, voice thick with dominance. "You moaned when I said it. You want me to ruin you, don't you?"
Her walls clenched violently around him...too sensitive, too overwhelmed and he knew she was close again, whether she admitted it or not.
Her hands gripped the sheets tightly, knuckles white as he drove into her again... deep, relentless. Every thrust sent shockwaves through her, her moans no longer controlled, no longer soft.
He's… deeper than Minato…
The thought flashed in Kushina's mind uninvited, hot and shameful. Her brows furrowed, lips parting in a helpless gasp as his cock slammed against her cervix again.
No... no, don't think that. That's wrong.
But she couldn't ignore it. She felt it every inch of him stretching her wider than she thought possible, hitting places her husband never reached.
Her thighs twitched, her breath coming in desperate moans that betrayed her spiraling control.
Minato was never like this… he was careful… gentle…
Kushina's eyes rolled back as another thrust hit hard, knocking the air from her lungs.
But this—this is…
Bigger. Harder. Deeper.
Better.
Stop... stop thinking that…! she screamed at herself internally. I love Minato. I'm his wife. I shouldn't
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
The pace suddenly changed faster, rougher, brutally deep. Her eyes shot open as her body arched, a loud, raw cry escaping her lips.
"A-Ah—! Wait! It's too much!"
Obito growled above her, hand gripping her throat lightly, just enough to make her feel the pressure.
"This pussy's clenching like it's never been used," he spat, thrusting harder. "Don't lie to me. You love this. You're soaking for me."
"I-I'm not!" she tried to argue, but her voice cracked, shaking from the force of his rhythm. Her body said otherwise... slick, tight, quivering beneath him.
Her thoughts scattered again, helpless against the feeling.
Why does it feel this good? Why… why am I cumming again…?!
And with one final, deep thrust—angled just right her back arched off the bed and she screamed:
"I-I'M CUMMING—AGAIN! AAHHH—!"
Her mind blanked...her body lay limp beneath him, trembling, sweat-drenched and wrecked.
Her thighs still quivered from her last orgasm, and her mind was spinning in a dizzy haze of guilt, confusion, and… satisfaction she didn't want to admit.
Kushina barely noticed when he leaned over her again until she felt the heat of his breath by her ear.
"Round two."
Her eyes widened faintly. "…W-What?"
Obito didn't answer. His cock, still rock hard, brushed against her overstimulated folds...slick, swollen, and twitching from aftershocks. He pressed the tip against her entrance again, slow but deliberate.
"No—no, wait… I-I'm still sensitive…!" she gasped, her hands pressing lightly against his chest in weak protest.
He pushed forward anyway slow, steady, stretching her open again as a sharp moan escaped her lips. Her back arched.
"F-Fuck—!"
Obito groaned lowly, sinking back into her soaked warmth. "Still so tight…" he murmured darkly. "Like your body doesn't want me to leave."
He's still hard? Kushina thought, stunned, breath catching as he bottomed out inside her again.
Minato… he's always done after one round…
Her thoughts stung. She hated that she was even comparing them but she couldn't stop herself.
This isn't like him. He's not slow, or gentle. He's not holding back.
He's bigger. Rougher. Deeper. Still fucking hard… how?
His hips began moving again... sharp, deep thrusts that immediately had her gasping.
"A-Ahn—too much—please—!" she cried, legs shaking, arms locking around his back for stability.
His hands found her wrists and pinned them above her head, locking her in place. His pace didn't slow it grew heavier, needier, as if he were trying to fuck the memory of her husband out of her body.
Her brain couldn't keep up anymore. Her thoughts became scrambled. Her mouth hung open, her moans coming without control.
Too much. Too good. Too deep. My brain's—my brain's not...
And then her body moved on its own.
Her thighs rose, wrapping around his waist, ankles locking tight behind his back.
She clung to him desperately without thought, without logic driven by the overwhelming fire flooding her core.
"Nnnhh—! I-I can't think—! You're making me—!"
Obito growled into her ear, hips crashing into hers, sweat dripping from his skin onto hers.
"You don't need to think," he snarled. "Just feel. Just take it."
Kushina's legs were still locked tightly around his waist, thighs trembling with every relentless thrust.
Her arms gripped his shoulders like a lifeline, fingernails digging into his back, her voice reduced to desperate moans and gasps.
"I-I can't… it's too fast...slow down a little…!" she cried, tears threatening to spill from the corners of her eyes... not from pain, but from overwhelming pleasure that left her brain blank.
"Yes you can," Obito growled, voice ragged.
"You've taken it all this far... now take everything I give you."
He slammed into her with brutal finality, bottoming out and grinding his hips hard against hers.
Her body arched under him, eyes rolling back, mouth open in a silent scream as her walls clenched violently around him.
His chest pressed against hers, and suddenly without warning he leaned down and kissed her.
Not rough. Not mocking. Just… a kiss. Deep, slow, claiming.
Her breath caught in her throat, body going rigid under the sudden tenderness… before she felt it.
His cock pulsed violently inside her. Then again. And again.
"Fuuuuck—take it—take all of it," he groaned into her mouth as his cum erupted inside her in thick, hot waves.
Her eyes widened as her already-sensitive core was flooded with heat. It just kept coming spilling deep, overflowing, forcing her walls to stretch and cling to every twitch of his shaft.
"A-Ahhh! S-so much—!" she gasped, her body jerking from the pressure, her legs still wrapped around him, locking him in.
His lips broke away from hers. He looked down at her flushed, broken, dripping and smirked darkly.
"My red-haired bitch…" Obito growled, thrusting one final time to push it all deeper.
"This is your mark. My cum inside you… that's the stamp of my ownership."
Even as his seed slowly dripped from her overstretched hole, she turned her head away, biting back a whimper.
"N-No… It's not gonna happen again," Kushina said shakily, voice barely holding together. "I can't… I shouldn't have let it go this far"
Her words stumbled out, face burning red, eyes clouded with shame but her body told a different story.
Her pussy clenched softly, twitching around nothing, leaking his cum onto the sheets like it missed him already.
Obito chuckled amusedly behind her.
"It's not your mouth I'm listening to," he murmured, sliding two fingers through the slick mess between her thighs. "Your insides already begged for more. Loud and clear."
Kushina shuddered, lips trembling.
Without waiting for a reply, he grabbed her hips and flipped her over, pressing her chest into the mattress as he pulled her ass up.
Her legs folded beneath her on instinct, back arching as she found herself exposed again.
"W-Wait—"
Smack!
His palm landed on her ass with a sharp crack. She gasped, jerking forward, but he yanked her right back into place.
"You don't get to run now."
He lined himself up behind her, dragging his thick shaft along her soaked slit, teasing her entrance.
"This position suits you better anyway…" Obito said, gripping her hips tight.
"Face down. Ass up. Dripping with someone else's cum. Not your husband's."
"Y-you—!"
He shoved into her with one hard thrust.
"A-AHHH—!" she cried out, face pressing into the sheets. Her body arched, knees trembling as he filled her again, deeper in this angle than before.
Every inch of him forced her to stretch wide, her slick folds sucking him in greedily despite her protests.
"There it is," he growled. "Tight little thing just swallowed me like it was waiting."
He began to thrust... slow, deep strokes at first grinding his hips with each snap.
Then he started slapping her ass in between movements, each crack followed by a soft bounce, her cheeks quivering under the impact.
Smack! Slap!
"S-Stop… hitting me there… it's—hnngh!"
"Sensitive?" he taunted. "Too bad. That ass needs training."
Her fingers clutched the sheets tightly as he pounded into her harder. Her moans became hoarse, ragged, unable to hold shape. Her walls fluttered around him uncontrollably, her thighs slick and trembling.
"You don't get to deny what your body already knows," Obito said lowly, leaning over to hiss into her ear. "You're my bitch now. And I'm gonna fuck you until you can't remember anything else."
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