Chapter 40
Chapter 40
As she arched her back against the sheets, he pressed down on her hips. He thrust into her, the heat of him scraping against her tender flesh.
“Ahn, hhh…” Her back arched further, the narrow passage clenching around him. Instead of withdrawing, he gritted his teeth, pushing deeper, the head of his sh*ft lodging in a place rarely reached.
Her body jerked violently. Gasps replaced her cries as tremors wracked her frame. Her inner walls pulsed, greedily milking him.
His breath, warm and damp, ghosted over her heaving bre*sts. He nipped at her rosy n*pple, swirling his tongue around it. The electric sensation made her shake her head in protest, but he persisted, undeterred.
“Did you come?” he asked, though he already knew the answer. When she could only manage breathless gasps, he swatted her hip, urging a response. Even the slight sting seemed to fuel her pleasure, her moans escalating.
“That’s all it took?” It wasn’t “all it took.” He had meticulously built her desire, leaving her desperate before delivering the final, shattering blow.
The unfairness of it rankled, but she lacked the strength to argue. Her tongue felt thick, unable to form coherent words.
Isaac sat up, his gaze, hazy with spent pleasure, falling upon her. His eyes, though clouded, held a flicker of disdain as he continued his languid movements within her.
In this moment, she was beneath him, and that was precisely why he relished this act with her.
Still reeling from the aftershocks of her cl*max, his movements felt heavy, almost oppressive. Her lower body twitched and writhed involuntarily, a base display that only served to further inflame his desire.
“I-Isaac…” She twisted, as if trying to escape. He easily captured her hips, pulling her flush against him.
“Hngh!” A cry escaped her as she was drawn back, her body accommodating his length to the hilt. She could feel the weight of his t*sticles against her.
He slid an arm beneath her back, cradling her head, their bodies flush against each other. Still clothed, the only point of true skin-to-skin contact was their joined lower halves.
Yet, she reached for his back, clinging to the only anchor available. As a small act of defiance, she nipped his ear.
“Ugh…” Though his body likely felt little pain from such a gesture, he groaned, burying his lips in her neck.
Her legs fell open, revealing the dried residue on her inner thighs. With each shallow thrust, the rosy flesh contracted and relaxed.
He rotated his hips, stimulating every inch of her inner walls before delivering a deep, pointed thrust that stole her breath. His own mind began to unravel, consumed by a primal urge, every sense heightened and focused on the sensations below his waist.
“Isaac, ha, one more…” Her voice trembled with a desperate plea. “Harder…”
As soon as the words left her lips, he withdrew, leaving only the thick tip teasing her entrance before slamming back in with a force that threatened to split her in two.
“Akh!” Her flesh stretched and recoiled. Even untouched, her cl*t throbbed, sending waves of heat through her.
He pinned her beneath his weight, his movements turning frantic and relentless. With each brutal thrust and withdrawal, she felt herself teetering on the edge of unconsciousness.
Her pale feet, dangling in the air, curled. She heard him growl a harsh curse. Whimpering, she braced herself, her back arching as if to better receive the imminent eruption.
He pounded into her with savage intensity. Twice, three times… and then, with a choked cry, he spilled his seed deep within her.
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