The Full Story of an Incomplete Divorce - Chapter 48

Lucius rubbed his c**k warmly against her parted slit. The firmly e***t glans crushed her c******s whole and pried open her vaginal entrance. Anticipating the pleasure about to come, Charlotte gripped the sheets with all her might.
“Hahak…!”

At the deep thrust that seemed to reach her uterine wall, Charlotte’s spine stiffened. The tightly closed inner walls stretched open wetly at the volume of the arm-thick shaft. Lucius, pressing his lower body tightly against hers, began to move his hips slowly.

Because of the slow movement, the sensation of the shaft scraping up every single fold of her inner walls felt vividly clear, as if visible to the eye. As her insides softened and melted under the smooth pistoning, a lewd moan, one that seemed to melt through her very teeth, escaped.
“Hh, nngh, ah, Lucius….”

Charlotte desperately called her husband’s name and wrapped her legs around his waist. It was her own kind of signal, meaning she wanted him to thrust into her fiercely. Reading the desire in her large amber eyes, Lucius sped up the pace of his hips, as if meeting her expectations.

Thud, thud. With the loud sound of flesh colliding, the thick pillar of flesh ruthlessly pushed its way inside. Each time the heavy glans tip struck that sensitive area, Charlotte’s entire body trembled violently from the convulsive waves of pleasure.
“Ah, ngh, ah! Ah! Aaah!”
Moans that rose to the brink of her chin were broken into fragments, pushed by the thrusting. From the violent pistoning, Charlotte’s head teetered precariously, threatening to hit the bed’s headboard. Lucius pulled her upper body back down, sinking his c**k deep inside to the root with a forceful thrust.

Even after countless times their bodies had joined over a long period, the sensation of the massive pillar of flesh churning her insides was something she could never quite get used to. Intercourse with Lucius always mercilessly broke her down before pleasure, making her desperate.
Lucius was no different. Charlotte’s presence always stirred a tidal wave in his usually calm composure. When buried inside her soft, warm depths, he could think of nothing else. He only found himself endlessly, infinitely yearning for her.
“Tch, Charlotte…”
A low groan escaped Lucius at the tight clenching of her inner flesh around his member. His jaw, clenched tightly to suppress his climax, was rigid with tension. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead, rolling down the bridge of his sharp nose.
“Charlotte, stick out your tongue.”
Though puzzled, Charlotte did as he said and stuck out her tongue. Lucius entangled his own tongue with her small one and pulled. The intertwining of the red, hot flesh made wet, sticky sounds.
“Hhuup, uhp, nng…”
Lucius’s thick tongue thrust deeply into Charlotte’s narrow throat. Filled completely from both ends, Charlotte sobbed mindlessly from the overwhelming pleasure. Moans trapped inside turned into heat, warming her depths intensely.
Each time the member thrust in and out roughly, pushing her towards her peak, a prickling sensation spread through her veins. Countless climaxes passed through her hazy, drenched consciousness. As the intense, piercing thrusts threatened to split her womb, Charlotte clung to Lucius’s neck with both arms as if he were her only lifeline.
White foam bubbled thickly at their mucus-entangled lower junction, the flesh there sticking together and pulling apart repeatedly. Under the immense pleasure that threatened to melt her brain, Charlotte’s inner walls clenched, squeezing Lucius’s member.
“Kkhueuk!”
Feeling the signal of his climax, Lucius suddenly stopped moving, gritting his teeth. Lost in the aftershocks of her own peak, Charlotte felt the member that filled her so tightly begin to withdraw and hastily pulled Lucius’s neck closer.
“Lucius, it’s okay… Ngh, do it inside.”