Chapter 77 Chapter 77
Amelia
He grunted, the thick, hot length of him rubbing insistently against my soaked entrance. I was already trembling, my hips bucking up against him, seeking more of that delicious pressure.
“Fuck me, please.” I pleaded, the words a raw, desperate moan torn from my throat.
He pulled back, his eyes dark and heavy-lidded with lust, and I felt the sudden, shocking emptiness. Then he slammed forward.
The intrusion was hard and brutal, a gasp escape from my lungs. I felt every stretch, the burning fullness, the way my inner walls fluttered and clenched around him instinctively, trying to accommodate his girth.
His balls were pressed tight against my ass, buried deep. The sensation was overwhelming, a flood of pure, carnal electricity that shot up my spine and made my toes curl. I writhed under him, a helpless, whimpering mess, my pussy growing impossibly wetter, welcoming him.
He started to move, slow and deliberate.
“I want it fast. And hard.” I moaned, my nails digging into the muscles of his back.
He chuckled, a low, rumbling sound of pure male satisfaction. “As you please, my love.”
The change was instantaneous. The slow, measured rhythm shattered into a frenzy of raw, pounding need. He drove into me, his hips pistoning in a fast, brutal pace that stole the breath from my lungs. The room filled with the wet, rhythmic slap of flesh on flesh, the sound of his body meeting mine. My back arched off the couch cushions, my breasts bouncing with each powerful impact.
“Yes… baby, yes… ahhhh!” My cries were broken, incoherent. Pleasure built in crashing waves, each thrust sending a fresh jolt straight to my core. He drew back a hand and brought it down in a sharp, stinging crack on my ass.
The sudden pain bloomed into heat and my pussy clenched around him in a violent, involuntary spasm. “I think… I’m coming!” I yelled, the warning half-lost in a gasp.
His free hand slid between our grinding bodies, his thumb finding my swollen, throbbing clit. He circled it, the pressure perfectly synchronized with his punishing thrusts. My vision blurred at the edges. The twin assaults—the deep, filling stretch and the targeted friction on my most sensitive point—pushed me over the edge. With one final, brutal upward drive of his hips, he hit a spot so deep and perfect that everything inside me shattered.
orgasm hit me really hard, a silent scream seized my entire body. My cunt clamped down on his invading cock in rhythmic, milking pulses, drenching him. I shook, my body going rigid, then limp beneath him.
He didn’t stop, he kept moving, his pace relentless even as my sensitive walls convulsed around him. After a few moments, he withdrew with a wet, sucking sound and flipped me onto my back in one fluid motion.
Before I could protest the loss, his mouth captured mine in a possessive kiss. His tongue plunged into my mouth, at the same time, he thrust back inside, that same hard, filling slam. I gasped into his mouth, my sound swallowed by his kiss. He sucked on my tongue, mirroring the rhythm of his hips as he began pounding into me again, my body jolting with each impact.
He broke the kiss, his breathing ragged. His hands came up, fingers wrapping around the sides of my neck, not squeezing, just holding, a dominant claim that sent a fresh thrill straight to my already-spent core. “You are so sweet, Mel,” he groaned, his voice thick as he ground his hips in a slow, deep circle, making me feel every ridge and vein of him.
I was already winding tight again, a second, surprising peak building fast. I tightened my internal muscles around him deliberately, a rhythmic, hungry squeeze.
“You are going to make me come if you keep tightening your walls around my cock,” he warned, a groan rumbling in his chest.
I did it again, harder. He hooked his hands under my knee, raising my leg up and back, opening me even wider, changing the angle.
Oh, fuck. The new position allowed him to bury himself impossibly deeper, his balls now slapping against my ass with every drive. His thrusts became harsher, faster, targeting that spot deep inside that made me see stars.
“Fuccccck, yes, babe!” I screamed, my voice hoarse, as a fresh gush of wetness coated his driving length. The coil snapped again, faster, brighter than the first. “I’m coming!”
He didn’t slow. He kept ramming into me, my cunt clenching violently around him in the throes of the orgasm. He leaned down, his teeth grazing my shoulder before he bit down hard enough to break skin, claiming pressure that sent a jolt of pure, feral lust straight to my clit. Everything shattered again. Another climax ripped through me, even more intense, a cascading firework of sensation that left me breathless and sobbing.
He still didn’t stop. His hands came up, cupping my breasts, squeezing them, his thumbs rubbing rough circles over my tightened nipples. “Fuck, I’m close,” he groaned. I tightened my walls around him one more time, a final, desperate milking motion.
He lost his shit. “Fuck! Amelia!” His roar was raw as he pounded into me, his rhythm becoming erratic, frantic. I felt another climax building, a distant thunder following the lightning strike of his. He buried his face in the crook of my neck, his hot breath searing my skin as his hips stuttered, then drove home one last, deep, perfect time.
I felt him pulse inside me, the hot, wet rush of his release filling me, triggering my own. We came together, a messy, simultaneous explosion. My body convulsed around his still-throbbing cock, milking every last drop from him.
For long minutes, there was only the sound of our ragged panting, the feel of his weight atop me, the sticky heat between us. “That was… intense,” I finally breathed, my voice a wrecked whisper.
He stayed inside me, softening slowly, as we both calmed from the high. After a few moments, he shifted, carefully lifting himself off me and then, in one surprisingly easy motion, scooping me up into his arms.
“What are you doing?” I asked, my arms looping automatically around his neck.
“Taking you to my room,” he said, his voice a low rumble against my ear as he headed for the stairs. “To finish this business there.”
“I’ve come countless times tonight,” I murmured into his shoulder, even as I felt a treacherous, renewed pulse of heat between my thighs. My body, traitorously, was already responding to his words, my core clenching around him. “I don’t think my body can take it anymore.”
He opened the door to his bedroom, he carried me to the bed and sat on the edge, settling me firmly on his lap, my back to his chest. I could feel him, already hard again, pressing against the cleft of my ass.
“Trust me,” he whispered, his lips against my ear. One hand came down on my ass in a sharp, possessive smack that made me jump and gasp. “You still have more to give. And we are just starting.” His other hand guided his cock, positioning it at my entrance from behind. “Ride me, baby.”
I braced my hands on his knees, my heart hammering against my ribs. With a slow, deliberate roll of my hips, I sank down onto him. I took him all, until I was seated fully, his pelvis snug against my ass.
Then I began to move. It started slow, a tentative rise and fall, feeling every inch of him drag against my sensitive inner walls. My pace quickened. I bounced up and down on his cock, my thighs burning with the effort, the wet, rhythmic sound of our joining filling the room.
His mouth closed over my nipple, sucking it deep, his tongue flicking and circling with a ruthless precision that sent jagged bolts of pleasure straight to my clit. I cried out, my fingers tangling in his hair, pulling, holding him to me as if he were my only anchor.
“Haaaa, yes, fuck,” I moaned, the words dissolving into a pant. The dual sensations were overwhelming—the deep, pounding penetration and the sharp, exquisite pull on my nipple.
His hands abandoned my hair and clamped onto my hips, he took over, his own powerful thighs driving up from beneath me, meeting my downward strokes with forceful, upward thrusts. He was bouncing me on his cock.
In one motion, he pulled out and laid me back on the bed. He was on me in an instant, pushing my knees apart, then folding my legs back toward my chest. “Hold them,” he grunted, his voice strained.
My hands grabbed behind my knees, pulling them wide, exposing me utterly to him. He plunged back into me, and this time he hit a spot so deep, so electric, that a scream was ripped from my lungs. “There! Oh god, right there!”
He fucked me like that, a relentless, piston-like rhythm, his eyes locked on mine. The coil in my belly tightened, my cunt clenched around him, I came, a raw, guttural sound tearing from my throat as my body bowed off the bed, held down only by his weight and his relentless thrusts. Pleasure so intense it bordered on pain flooded my system, my vision whiting out.
He didn’t stop. He fucked me through the convulsions, his pace never faltering, drawing the climax out until I was sobbing from the overstimulation. Only then did he slow, pulling out with a wet sound that made me flinch.
He wasn't done, he rolled me onto my side, curling his body around mine. One arm hooked under my top knee, hiking it up. His other hand guided his cock back to my slick, swollen entrance. He pushed in from behind, this angle somehow even more intimate, his chest plastered to my back.
“Again,” he growled into my hair. And he began to move, long, deep strokes that rubbed against every over-sensitized nerve. I was already so close, this was slower, more grinding, each thrust a deliberate, claiming possession. He reached around, his fingers finding my clit, circling the swollen nub in time with his thrusts.
“Come for me,” he commanded, his voice a hot breath in my ear.
I shattered again. This climax was a deep, rolling quake, a surrender that left me trembling and breathless, my cunt pulsing around him in rhythmic contractions. I felt him stiffen, his rhythm finally faltering. With a ragged groan that was half my name, half a curse, he buried himself to the hilt, his own release flooding me with warmth, his hips jerking against my ass with each powerful jet.
We collapsed onto the bed, the room was silent except for our ragged panting.