CHAPTER 219. ECHO OF TRISTAN

CHAPTER 219. ECHO OF TRISTAN
CHAPTER 219. ECHO OF TRISTAN

What Gloria was certain of, in the swirling chaos of her mind, was that the powerful, consuming image of Tristan was all that remained. She didn't know how the transition had happened, or why her perception was so profoundly distorted, but all she could reason in that moment of desperate need was that the man standing before her, the man whose hands were already tracing fire across her skin, must be Tristan.

Oh my God, she thought, the realization hitting her with the force of a physical blow, is this how much I have missed him? How completely broken I am without him? I really need him here right now.

The thought was a desperate plea, a white-hot spark of longing that instantly conflated the fellow before her with the object of her obsession. She needed him to be the one touching her, the one plunging into her hidden depths.

With that final surrender to delusion, she felt the last tether of her control slip entirely.

The fellow, keenly aware of the sudden slackening of her resistance, took brutal advantage. He continued to finger her, hard and fast, driving his hand deep until the friction and the sheer velocity of the act began drawing out her slick, hot juices. Gloria felt her mind spinning, not just in circles, but in a tightening spiral toward oblivion.

“Oh my God, fuck,” she cried out loud, the sound ragged and raw, clinging to the man she now utterly assumed was Tristan. She held tightly against him, her entire body beginning the tell-tale tremble of profound desire.

The fellow dragged his fingers across her shoulders, pulling down the straps of the delicate clothing she wore, exposing the full, pale curve of her breasts to the dim light of the alley.

“Don’t worry,” he murmured, his voice low and guttural, lacking the familiar cadence of the man she thought he was, but she barely registered the difference. “You are going to enjoy this moment.”

Then, with a swift, predatory ease, he lifted her. She instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist, her core pressed tightly against his hardening arousal. He quickly unbuckled his belt, the metallic sound sharp in the quiet alley, and slid down his pants.

Gloria was trembling violently now, her arms wrapped around his neck as he buried his face against her chest. He latched onto her nipple, sucking hard and deep, just as he plunged fiercely, relentlessly, into her.

Her entire world tilted, spinning off its axis.

“Oh my God, fuck, Tristan!” she screamed, the name torn from her throat just as her body stretched around him.

The fellow’s eyes went wide, a momentary flicker of surprise crossing his face, quickly followed by a dark, calculating smirk. Well, I did not see that one coming, he thought, the internal admission a cold, clinical assessment. But the delusion, far from deterring him, only intensified the thrill. He didn’t care about it.

He held on tightly to her, his large hands squeezing the generous curve of her ass as he began to pound furiously, relentlessly into her. The force was immense, almost violent, but the pleasure was a destructive wave washing away all thought.

“Oh fuck!” Gloria cried out loud, her back arching against the cold, rough wall behind them. Her eyes rolled up, revealing only the whites, her body shaking, trembling with a desire she knew she had tried to fight so hard, for so long.

Everything that she had suppressed, every longing and addictive need for this specific kind of brutal, all-consuming pleasure, came rushing back in a massive, crushing force. It made her feel like she was about to implode, to disintegrate into pure sensation. She couldn't keep up with the pace he set. She was crying out loud, tears mixing with the sweat beading on her temples, as the fellow continued to pound hard into her—fast, quickly, and wet.

The sound of their skins smacking together, a fleshy, echoing report, grew louder in the secluded alley where they were both hidden. It was loud and wet, a rhythm like endless gunshots fired in rapid succession. He wasn't intent on letting go soon.

Gloria was feeling utterly overwhelmed, blissfully drowning.

“Oh my God, oh fuck,” she whispered breathlessly, trying to capture air. “Oh Tristan, oh my God, I’ve missed you,” she cried out, the name a desperate confession.

The fellow absolutely didn't care about the name. He used his free hand to cup her right breast, his lips pressing down hard against her left, drawing on her nipple as he continued to fuck her harder and harder. He was entirely focused on the feeling of her tight, wet core wrapped so intensely around his thick erection.

“Oh my God, fuck!” she screamed, her voice hoarse now.

The fellow continued to pound hard into her, the wet smacking sound of their skins getting louder and more insistent in the alley. It was wetter, increasingly obscene, dangerously filthy, and intoxicating. Gloria couldn't hold back anymore. Her body seized. She exploded, an enormous orgasm washing over her, crying out loud, her back pressed and arched against the wall.

The fellow chuckled—a low, satisfied sound that was anything but Tristan’s—but he didn't stop.

“That’s it, baby girl. I want you to come hard for daddy,” he commanded, his voice raw with exertion, continuing to slam hard into her. The wetness of their coupling echoed loud and wet all over the alley, a testament to her surrender.

Gloria couldn't hold onto the pleasure; it dipped dangerously into a sweet, searing pain. Everything felt so blissful, so hot, completely delicious, exactly like everything she had ever felt from Tristan.

“Oh Tristan, oh my God,” she was crying out loud, a litany of desire and confusion.

The fellow didn't stop. He was relentless. He was brutal. He continued to ram hard and wet into her, fucking her with a merciless intensity until Gloria’s legs began to tremble, threatening to give out entirely. It was too much, a physical violation that her body was nevertheless craving, but the fellow wasn't intent on letting go anytime soon.

“Oh my God, fuck,” she gasped, her breath catching.

He took hold of her neck, not roughly, but firmly, keeping her head tilted back, maintaining that arched angle against the wall. Her breasts protruded towards him, full and heavy. He held on tightly against her, his hands gripping against her hips, squeezing her ass while his lips pressed against every curve and every skin of her breasts, sucking her nipples as he pounded harder into her, louder, wetter, obscene, faster.

The sound was like powerful gunshots echoing all over the alleyway, the rhythm insistent and wet. It was a good thing that this was a secluded place that nobody came to often.

He continued his brutal assault. He could not keep on standing in the same spot, the intensity of their coupling demanding a change in stability, so he moved her. He guided her over toward a large, closed waste can that appeared relatively clean. He laid her against it, supporting her weight. She arched her back, her entire body shaking uncontrollably as he gripped her waist, pounding harder and faster into her, the angle even deeper now.

“Of course, come hard for daddy. Tell me you love it, baby,” he said, the words a rough demand. He slapped her breast—a sharp, stinging sensation—and continued to fuck her harder.

Gloria couldn't continue fighting the sensation. The second orgasm washed over her in a powerful, annihilating wave that made her feel like her spirit was about to be ripped from her body.

“Oh my God, oh fuck, Tristan!” she cried out loud, squeezing her inner muscles tight around his dick.

The fellow groaned, a sound of pure, masculine pleasure. He could feel his own control about to slip, but he wasn't ready to let go anytime soon. He pulled away from her, brought her down from the waste can, and then spun her around. He made her bend over, leaning against the dust can, her ass protruding invitingly toward him.

“Oh my God, look at that ass,” he cried out loud, his voice thick with lust. And then he spanked it hard, the sharp crack echoing in the small space.

Gloria winced as she felt his dick slamming hard into her once again, this time from behind.

“Oh my God, fuck,” she gasped, clinging to the cold metal of the can.

The fellow didn't let up. He leaned in, his breath hot against her ear, whispering his insidious truth. “You see, I told you. It’s been a very long time. You’re denying yourself this addiction that has overwhelmed you all because of one man. This is the moment you let go. This is the moment you forget about him. Now take this dick,” he commanded, pounding harder into her, enjoying the feel of her enormous, soft ass bouncing violently against him, driving him crazy with the sight and sensation.

“Oh my God, look at that fucking ass,” he cried out loud, slapping her ass rhythmically as he moved faster. Her ass jiggled, bounced relentlessly, revealing the excessive, almost savage force he was using to slam into her.

Smack, smack, smack, smack, smack.

The wet, obscene, filled clapping sound of their wet skins echoed all over the place as he continued to pound into her. Gloria’s mind was far from normal; she held tightly against the dust can, her lips trembling, her back arched, her eyes rolled up again, pleasure coursing through every single nerve ending in her body.

“Oh my God, oh Tristan, oh my God, oh fuck.”

She couldn't hold back anymore. It was so overwhelming, a destructive force that she no longer had the will to fight. Her legs were trembling uncontrollably as her third orgasm overwhelmed her, a massive spike of sensation, but the fellow didn't let go.

“Oh my God, fuck yes, squeeze that tight pussy around my dick, baby girl,” he praised, and slapped her ass, watching it bounce around him. The sight made him want to lose his mind completely.

He slid his hands underneath her armpits, squeezing her breasts, and pulled her back until she had her back pressed against his chest. Then he held her in that arched angle, slamming hard and fast into her, her ass bouncing against him in a relentless, punishing rhythm.

“Oh fuck, oh my God, oh yes,” she was crying out loud, her entire body trembling. She hadn't realized how long she had denied herself this pleasure. It was too much, too overwhelming, too powerful. She wasn't feeling like herself right now as this fellow's huge dick continued to slam so deep into her, hitting relentlessly against that g-spot she had ignored for so long, deep down inside her, over and over until her fourth orgasm exploded even before the third had calmed down successfully.

She felt utterly consumed, but the fellow didn't let her go. He continued to pound her through the entire orgasm, through the entire explosion, his huge dick expanding and digging deep into her, overwhelming her, destroying her, consuming her utterly. Her eyelids fluttered, and she gazed upwards, looking at the sky above her, her vision getting blurry with all the dizzying pleasure her body couldn't contain.

The fellow didn't let go; his hands remained on her breasts, slamming harder and harder into her, slapping against her ass which were jiggling against him, pressed against him, making his brain go into overdrive. He was becoming a beast now, losing his fucking senses in the sheer intensity of the moment.

Oh my God, she is so fucking hot, he thought to himself, the last vestiges of his control dissolving.

He continued to slam inside her, pressing his hands against her, caressing her breast, his lips against her neck, her back arched against him until he could feel the pressure of his own orgasm overwhelming him. He moved faster, slamming harder, pounding into her, their skins loud and wet all over the alley until he couldn't hold on anymore.

He cried out loud and groaned, a guttural roar, pressing her forward against the dust can. She fell face flat against it as he collapsed on top of her, groaning deeply, sliding slowly in and out of her before pulling out and allowing his cum, to spill all over her ass in a hot, thick torrent.

“Oh my God, fuck, would you look at that? That was some amazing sex,” he said, his voice husky and satisfied, pulling away from her.

Gloria was breathless, leaning against the dust can, her entire body shaking uncontrollably as she tried to recover from the powerful, annihilating explosion that had just rocked through her body.