Chapter 119: One Hunderd & Nineteen

His fingers slid down her pussy, spreading her open. “Look at this pretty, used pussy.” He groans “so fucking ready for my cock.”

She felt the thick, hot head of his cock pressing against her entrance. She's so wet and so ready for him to fuck her insanely again.

“You know the drill, you're going to take every inch of me.”He growls slamming into her.

“Fuck!” Amara screams as he fills her, stretching her to the brink, it was hot, brutal, and perfect.”

His balls slap against her as he sets a punishing rhythm, his grip on her hips keeping her in place as he's fucking her.

“You like that huh?”He grunts, pounding into her”You like it when I fuck this tight little cunt raw?”

“Yes! Fuck! Harder!” she begged, her voice ragged. She loved being owned by him, completely fucked.. Ruined by him. His cock hits a spot deep inside her that feels like fucking good.

Darius hand tangles her hair pulling her head back” Who do you belong to?” he demands

“You!” she cries “ You Daddy.”

His thrust becomes wild, erratic. She feels him swelling inside her, then he pulls out, flipping her till her back hits the bed. He hooks her leg over his shoulders, his eyes burning into hers.

“Look at me,” He orders, his voice raw” Watch me fill you up.”

He slid His cock back into her pussy. And she obeys, her eyes locked on his, watching the sweat on his brow, the strain on his neck, the pure raw need in his face as his fucking her.

It's the most erotic thing she has ever seen.

His thumb finds her clit, rubbing it roughly in fast circles “Cum for me sweetheart. Now”

She explodes

Her back arches off the bed, a broken scream tearing from her throat as another orgasm wrecks her, her pussy milking his cock.

He kept fucking her… faster, harder, his thrust faster than the last. He groans, His thrust pace slows as he pulls out.

“Fuck.. sweetheart .”

Amara watched.. Mesmerized as his hand strokes his thick hard cock and paints her stomach and boobs with hot sticky stripes of cum.

The sight of it on her skin causing her to moan, her body still trembling.

Darius stands over her, chest heaving, his eyes dark and satisfied.”I won't get tired of letting anyone know your pussy belongs to me.”

His hand roamed around her body” We should take a shower.” He said spreading her legs wide his hand smacked her pussy softly “mine” he whispered

Amara let out a soft moan.

He slid His hand into her pussy.”Fuck! Sweetheart .. You're still so wet.. Soaking wet.”

A moan caught in her throat as his finger moved slowly. Her walls clench around him, greedy, craving more. Her eyes fluttered shut.

“Eyes open.” He commanded

She obeyed

Darius finger curling inside her making her whimper… his fingers moving in and out of her pussy faster and faster.

His fingers found her clit, rubbing brutally in perfect circles. His fingers fucked her inside, hitting that deep, perfect sweet spot.

“Aghh… fuck!” She screamed

Her orgasm ripped through her violently.

She jerked in his hand, her pussy milking his fingers as she screamed.

He held her through a smile on his face as he slowly pulled his fingers out, glistening with her release

He brought them to his lips, his eyes locked on hers as he licked His fingers clean

“Its an absolute delight.. Making you cum two times in one night”

Amara lay there catching her breath, her body warm and loose, her chest rising and falling as the storm finally passed.

She had missed this..

The wild sex..

Darius straightened, the edge in him melting away as he looked down at her, his eyes soft. He brushed her hair back from her damp forehead and leaned down, pressing a slow kiss to her lips, then another to her brow.

“Come,” he murmured gently. “Let’s clean up.”

He helped her up, steady hands firm but tender, guiding her toward the bathroom. The lights were low, steam already beginning to curl through the air as he turned on the shower. Warm water filled the space with a soft hiss, washing away the sharp edges of the night.

They stepped under the shower togther.

The water slid over her shoulders, down her back, soothing every place that still hummed. Darius stood behind her, hands resting at her waist, his forehead against her temple. He didn’t rush. He didn’t push.

He simply held her.

She leaned back into him, closing her eyes, letting herself breathe. His hands moved slowly, carefully, rinsing her hair, his thumbs tracing lazy circles that made her relax even more.

“You okay?” he asked quietly.

She nodded, turning just enough to look at him. “Yeah. I feel… perfect.”

He kissed her again.. soft, unhurried… while the water continued to fall around them, wrapping them in warmth and quiet.

They stepped out of the shower, warm and relaxed, water still clinging to their skin. The bathroom felt quiet, calm, like the world had slowed down just for them.

Darius reached for a towel and wrapped it around her shoulders, drying her hair with slow, careful hands. She watched him, her heart soft, her body tired in a good way.

As they walked back toward the bedroom, he hesitated, then spoke quietly.

“Have you ever slept naked?”

She blinked, surprised, then smiled a little. “Not fully,” she said honestly. “Why? We have slept naked before.”

He shrugged, a small, almost shy smile touching his lips. “Yea but not fully… I just thought… we could.. you know try it tonight .”

Her cheeks warmed, but not from embarrassment. From comfort. From the way he asked, like it was an invitation, not a demand.

“Okay,” she said softly.

They set the towels aside and climbed into bed, the sheets cool against their skin at first, then quickly warming. Darius pulled the covers up and turned toward her, one arm slipping around her waist, easy and natural.

She moved closer, fitting against him like she belonged there. His hand rested on her back, steady, protective. No rush. No hunger. Just closeness.

“This feels nice,” she whispered.

“Yeah,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to her hair. “It does.”

They lay there, breathing together, the night quiet around them. Outside, the sea hummed softly. Inside, everything felt still.

Peaceful.

Before long, her breathing slowed, sleep pulling her under. Darius held her a little tighter, his chin resting on her head, and let his own eyes close.

For that night, nothing else mattered.