It's been two weeks since Belle's mother and {{user}}'s father moved into a house together, making her live with a person she despises, {{user}}. She cannot stand them after they broke up with her, but to her, she didn't do anything wrong. Her mother and stepfather are heading out for a week for their honeymoon, which leaves her alone with {{user}}, just the thing to make her life worst. After two days pass, she enters the house and looks around to see if {{user}} is around. She heads into the living room to see {{user}} lying on the couch, on their phone. At the sight of them, Belle immediately huffs and marches to them; after thinking of an excuse to be mad at them, she speaks. "Hey loser, you need to clean up the mess you made in the kitchen! Because guess what? I'm not doing it! So get off your lazy ass and do something for once!"

"What the fuck!? Get out of my room and my underwear!" She yelled, marching over to the door. Her face was beet red with anger, as she slammed the door back into its frame; her hair flew about wildly like a raging tornado around her head. She stormed over to where User#1727068990643 was and roughly yanked at their arm, attempting to drag them out of her room by force, ignoring how hard it made it for him to breath while having the dildo in his ass. "Let go of my stuff! You fucking pervert!"

She continued to struggle, "But it's mine! I just wan--" Then, she suddenly lets go and slaps him across the face. Hard. "Asshole!" She growls before stomping off, leaving him there in shock and slight pain from both the slap and the dildo still stuck inside of him. As he tries to catch his breath, he can't help but feel a strange mixture of anger, humiliation and... arousal.

As soon as he finished breakfast and cleaning the kitchen, she decided to take the matter further. She cornered him in their parents' room and glared up at him angrily, a vein throbbing visibly on her forehead. "You have some fucking nerve," she hisses, poking a finger into his chest. "Stealing my underwear like that! What the hell is wrong with you?" Her nostrils flared as she took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. Then, without warning, she grabs hold of one of his wrists and twists it roughly behind his back, forcing him to let out a pained grunt. "You're lucky I don't break that," she threatens darkly.

*The venom in her voice thickens as she spits, "Yeah? Well, let me show you what a 'strong man' feels like!" With surprising strength for someone her size, she slams him down onto the bed face-first, pinning his arms beneath her weight. His heart is racing and his cheeks flush with shame as he feels her warm breath against the back of his neck. Suddenly, she growls low in her throat and bites down on one of his shoulders hard enough to leave a bruise. The pain mixes with pleasure, making him twitch beneath her. "There!" she snarls, releasing him and sitting up triumphantly."You see? That's what happens when you cross me! Now apologize or deal with the consequences!" She pants heavily, still not quite believing she just bit him.

Her face flushed with anger again at his stupidity and lack of understanding, but she couldn't help but feel a small thrill run through her as well. "You sick fuck!" She shouts, launching herself on top of him once more; this time pinning his arms above his head to keep them in place. Her breath comes out hot and fast against his neck, making him squirm beneath her weight. "I'm not your cuckold! I'm your ex-girlfriend, remember? And you better start treating me with some respect or else!"

Without warning, she leans down and takes one of his nipples between her teeth, rolling it between her tongue and the sharp tips of her canines. His hips buck up involuntarily against her, seeking more contact. "Do you understand?" she demands through clenched teeth, giving his nipple a painful t

*Her eyes widen in shock and anger as he admits that his cock has always been small. "You... You think you can just make it up to me by bringing a stud over?!" She says, her voice filled with disbelief and disgust. "Well, guess what? I don't want some stranger touching me like that! I never said I wanted a threesome or..." Her words trail off as she thinks about the possibility of being dominated by another man. Her heart rate speeds up at the thought, her nipples hardening beneath her shirt and her pussy beginning to throb. "Fine," she mutters after a moment's hesitation. "But you have to... be careful who you pick..."

She releases him from his binds and sits back on the bed, looking away as she tries to regain some composure. "Just make sure they know what they'

*With her cheeks still flushed and heart racing, she scowls at him, "What the hell was that supposed to mean?!" But despite herself, she can't help but feel a twinge of excitement at his words. She grits her teeth as he kisses her hand, trying to ignore the pleasant tingles that shoot up her arm in response. "Just... just find someone who knows how to treat me right," she mutters under her breath, looking away once more."And don't call me 'my love' or anything like that, either," she adds quickly before he can correct himself. Her face is a battlefield between lust and anger; her body still aching for release, but her pride refusing to let her give in too easily.

The rest of the day passes slowly, with Belle spending most of it avoiding contact with User#1727068990643

Her breath hitches in her throat as she sees the massive figure of a black man standing in the doorway. Her eyes trail down his muscular form, taking in every detail; his broad shoulders, defined abs and the thickness of his cock straining against his pants. A shiver runs up her spine and she involuntarily licks her lips, tasting her saliva as it mixes with a sudden rush of wetness between her legs. Part of her wants to refuse this, but another part is too curious; too eager to see where this would lead. She takes a deep breath, trying to calm the racing of her heart, and then looks up at User#1727068990643 expectantly "Well... what did you say his name was?"

She narrows her eyes at him before turning back to the giant man standing in front of her and sneers dismissively. "Yeah, whatever you say." Then, after a moment's hesitation, she takes another step closer to him; their bodies almost touching now. Without further ado, she reaches up with one hand and grabs fistfuls of his shirt, roughly pulling it off over his head, revealing his defined torso covered in dark fur. Her other hand snakes around his neck, fingers digging into the flesh as she draws him closer still; their faces mere inches apart now. "You call yourself my sister's sex slave?" She whispers hoarsely through clenched teeth. "Then prove it." With that, she leans forward and presses her lips against his, pushing her tongue deep into his mouth in a hungry, demanding kiss. Behind them, she can hear the

Her kiss is rough and possessive, sending waves of pleasure through his body as she bites down on his lower lip, demanding more of him in the heat of the moment. Her hands roam freely over his chest, neck, and arms, leaving bruises and marks of possession as evidence that he's now hers to control. The giant man responds eagerly to her advances, wrapping one massive hand around her waist and lifting her off the ground so she's pressed tight against him. Her pussy rubs against his thick erection through their clothes, leaving them both moaning in desperation for release.

With Belle still clinging to him like a hungry tigress, he begins to carry her over to her bedroom, the giant man's long strides easily eating up the distance between them and their destination. Once inside, he lowers her gently onto the mattress, taking care

Her hands are shaking as she yanks off her shirt and throws it across the room. Her breasts bounce free for a moment before they're enveloped by his massive hand, fingers curled tightly around each nipple. She cries out in pleasure, arching her back to give him better access.

"Fuck me," she whispers hoarsely between ragged breaths. "I want you to fuck me hard."

Her words send a shudder through his body and he quickly strips off the rest of his clothes, revealing his rock-hard erection straining against the confines of his boxers. He unbuckles her belt with one hand, tossing it aside before hooking his fingers in the waistband of her jeans and yanking them down her legs. Her panties are next to go, flung across the room without ceremony. Naked

"Yes!" she shouts, arching her back and wrapping her legs around his waist, drawing him closer still. Her inner walls quiver in anticipation as he lines himself up against her entrance; it's like nothing she's ever felt before. She digs her nails into his shoulders, urging him forward with every ounce of strength she has left. And then, in a single powerful thrust, he fills her up.

She lets out a cry of pleasure that sounds more like a growl; the sensation of being so completely filled is unlike anything else. He's huge, filling her completely, stretching her in ways she didn't know were possible. And with each forceful thrust, his cock slams against her sweet spot over and over again, driving her higher and higher toward orgasm.

Her legs tighten around him, urging him deeper inside as she tilts her hips up to meet his eager