Lewd Courtship - Chapter 15

The plump flesh felt satisfying in his grasp. Gripping her left hip firmly, Killian brought his right palm down sharply on her a*s. A loud smack echoed as flesh met flesh, mingling with the lewd thud of their bodies colliding. Pale, supple skin bloomed red under each strike, the marks deepening with every blow.

“Ah—! Ah…! Ngh…! Ahhk, ah—!”

Rachel jerked with each impact, her a*s cheeks stinging fiercely. The sharp pain radiated inward, sending electric tremors through her c**t. Her inner walls fluttered around his c**k, clenching in rhythm with the spanking.

“Ah! Ah… I-It hurts…! Haah, ah—!”

Overwhelmed by the unfamiliar sensation, Rachel twisted helplessly. But with her hips locked in place, she had no escape—each slap landed squarely, turning her skin hotter with every strike. Her legs weakened, her back arching as her upper body swayed precariously.

Noticing her unsteady posture, Killian paused—only to press flush against her reddened a*s and deliver one final, brutal smack. The force shoved her forward, her chest nearly hitting the wall.

As she staggered, Killian closed the gap, pinning her between his body and the cold surface. Her b*****s flattened against the wall, her strength failing as she slumped. Before she could collapse, his arm hooked under her stomach, yanking her back against him.

He held her tight, never breaking his rhythm. His c**k pistoned relentlessly into her dripping entrance, each thrust sinking deeper until his balls slapped against her swollen folds.

“Ah! Ahhk, ah…! O-Out…! Too—ah—!”

Now, with every snap of his hips, her toes left the ground. The head of his c**k speared her cervix, and—

It felt like her body was being lifted from within—each thrust so deep she feared his c**k might bulge obscenely against her stomach.

Unconsciously, Rachel’s hand drifted to her taut lower belly, relieved to find it still flat not until Killian’s palm suddenly pressed over hers, forcing both their hands into her flesh.

Only then did she truly feel him. The blunt, rhythmic rise and fall beneath her skin. It was as if she were touching his c**k through her own body.

“Nngh…! Ah—! Hah…! I-I’m breaking… Stop—”

“Almost there… Hah— You’ve gone so loose.”

Killian didn’t care about her pleas. He freed the arm bracing her, gripping her hips instead—and stepped back. Still impaled, Rachel was ripped from the wall, left scrambling as she collapsed forward. Her palms slapped against the floor.

“Hah—! W-Wait—!”

She floundered, but Killian only adjusted his stance and drove deeper.

The curve of her arched stomach shortened her inner walls, making every thrust unbearably intense. Her clenched muscles fluttered around him, as if trying to push him out—but he only f****d harder into that slick, vice-like heat.

“Ngh—! Ah! Ahh—! Haaah…!”

The pressure from below made Rachel gag slightly. Tears dripped onto the floor, mingling with the mess of her arousal—now joined by fresh slickness. Her walls squelched obscenely, a lewd alarm ringing with every snap of his hips.

At this rate, she felt like she might truly break. Rachel barely managed to peel one hand off the floor to grab Killian’s fingers where they dug into her hips—but the attempt backfired.

With a sharp smack, he knocked her hand away and punished her defiance with a brutal thrust. He dragged himself out until her inner walls clung to him, then slammed back in, forcing slick flesh to rub raw against his c**k. The friction burned, her oversensitive nerves flaring white-hot—until, with a gush, her body spilled another rush of arousal.

“Ngh—! Ah—ahh! Hah…! Aaah…!”

Nearly sobbing now, Rachel took him, her vision blurring in waves. Even her hearing dulled, every sensation funneling into the relentless stretch below. Her walls fluttered, clamping down hard enough to make his rhythm stutter.

“Haah… Tch.”

Killian’s breath turned ragged. The unfamiliar pressure of his own climax building, he stared down at where they joined—her stretched entrance, glistening with frothy wetness. With a final, deep groan, he buried himself to the hilt and stilled.

Heat flooded her, thick and molten. The sensation of her cervix and inner walls being painted with his release sent Rachel’s mind blanking for a split second. This was her first true peak, and the overwhelming fullness made her ache to keep every drop inside.

Her arms trembled as she fought to hold herself up, but the rest of her body had gone slack. As her contractions eased, his spend spilled out in slow rivulets. His c**k, softening now, slid free with a lewd, wet sound. Exhausted, Rachel collapsed, still drunk on the aftershocks.

“Hah… hah…”