Deep, Lethal Thrust.
1912 Words
Chapter 5.
MAXWELL’S POV.
Clara’s walls tightened around me, her p***y gripping and holding my c**k so tight it pushed me to bury my entire length into her warm hole.
Damn! She was so tight. Neat, tight, and warm in ways no one has ever been beneath me.
The veins at the side of my neck stretched, her walls fluttering around my c**k while she panted gently.
“I am so fulll…”
“Full?” I arched a brow, and she nodded, soft, fragile, and a little delicate compared to the version of her I met first.
A smile formed against my cheeks, then I dropped a kiss on her forehead.
“I am halfway in, little rose. How are you full?”
Clara’s eyes widened. She stared down at our genitals, struggling to see, but there wasn’t much space left.
Her lashes fluttered, and she asked,
“Are you that huge?”
“You saw it yourself, huh?”
A blush rose to her cheeks, and she looked away shyly.
A chuckle rumbled past my lips while my eyes lingered on her delicate oval face, knuckles trailing down her cheeks as I gave her time to settle and accommodate me.
Amidst this intimate moment of silence, I couldn’t help myself from admiring every glow.
She was pretty. Too pretty for Leo to be a jerk about. I tossed a strand of her chestnut hair away, looking deeper into her almond eyes like I could brand myself into her. Her cheeks scorched, blush rising gently.
Her walls tightened around me again, and my c**k jerked within the warmth of her p***y, urging me to take action.
That was it!
I had given her time to accommodate; now it was time to ruin her and make her mine again.
I planted my hands firmly on her hips, feeling the heat radiate through her body. She shivered beneath me, soft moans escaping as my pulse quickened.
Without another word, I let my hips roll forward, sliding deeper into her cunt in one slow, calculated thrust.
Her body stilled for only a second.
“Ummmm…” She arched slightly, her walls clenching instinctively around me.
The sound, low like a whisper, slipped into my head.
My muscles in my chest tightened. Then I paused just long enough to let her feel my c**k.
Tension curled between us, her walls stretched slightly, and I began to thrust my c**k in and out of her p***y, letting her feel every inch of me while I slipped into the heaven I never knew existed.
Clara’s hips jerked against my hands, her boobs bouncing slightly while I slipped in and out of her p***y, f*****g her slowly yet firmly.
Her lips parted gently, eyes rolling slightly to confirm the pleasure.
My hand moved to her bouncing boobs, cupping a mound into my hand.
“Yess…” An ecstatic cry slipped past her trembling lips.
I pulled my c**k halfway out, then slammed back into her p***y while fondling her boobs and tweaking her n*****s between my fingers.
Her back arched off the bed. “Master…” she cried out in pleasure.
The sound shot through my c**k, echoing through the air as well.
My grip on her hips tightened, my hips rolling and pushing forward.
“That’s it…” I groaned out, pleasure seeping into my body and crawling against every nerve.
My grip on her boobs tightened, and I fondled harder, letting her feel every thrust while moaning to the sweetness of her p***y.
“f**k it!!!” The sound slipped past my lips before I could stop it.
This was wrong… the tiny guilty part of me spoke up, but wrong never felt like this. Wrong never gripped your c**k possessively, urging you to go deeper than you had imagined.
My head dropped against her chest, and I claimed her right breast into my mouth, feeling myself dig deeper.
“Arghhhh!!!” She cried out, shaking and trembling, while I sucked on her n*****s, showing her what pleasure meant.
My tongue swept against her n*****s, licking and lashing on her pink pebbles while looking up at her.
Her parted lips trembled, fingers slipping into my hair while she rolled her eyes backward.
“This… This… feels good…”
“Yes…” I moaned against her mound, sucking and f*****g her simultaneously.
“Your p***y feels good against my c**k, Little rose… So good I want to f**k you deep, hard, until the only name in your mouth is mine…”
Her grip on my hair tightened, walls clamping harder around my c**k.
My nails dug into her hips, tongue lashing on her n*****s while I worked her p***y open with my c**k.
Her body trembled, her thighs twitching against my body.
My thrust deepened, sensation slipping into my veins and curling around every breath.
Her n*****s slipped out of my mouth, and I immediately cupped both her cheeks in my palms.
“Look at me…” I declared firmly, and she struggled to hold my gaze through her hazy eyes.
My waist snapped forward, filling her p***y with every inch of my c**k.
Her breath, heavy and uneven, mixed with mine while I made her take every inch of me.
“Can you feel that?” I asked, slowing my pace to let her feel every flutter.
Clara stiffened momentarily, hips jerking into my walls.
Her breath faltered, eyes rolling backward.
“I am going to cummm…” she cried out pleasurably.
My forehead pressed against hers, letting her heat consume me. “Yes… yes, little rose… you are going to c*m on my cock.”
The realization, sharp and vivid, had my jaw clenching.
My pace quickened, my other hand gripping her hips and holding her there while I f****d her open.
Her lashes fluttered and water gathered against the lids of her eyes.
“Arghh… god… f**k… yes…”
“That’s my girl…” I whispered breathlessly, letting her take more.
Her nails sank deeper into my hair and she thrashed forward. “I can’t…” she cried blissfully, and I filled her deeper.
“You can, Little wolf… and you will…”
One hand moved to her stomach, and she gripped her abdomen gently.
“You can feel me there.”
“Yes… yes, master… I can feel you there.”
Her walls clamped harder around me…
“Good… Now c*m for me… c*m for master… be a good girl and spill your juice on master’s cock.”
Clara’s back arched.
“Fuckkk!!!”
Her cry echoed through the air, bouncing off the walls.
Her knees buckled beneath me, toes curling against the sheet. I could hear every rustle.
“I am cumming…” she gasped, her breath catching against her throat.
“Yeah!!! c*m for me… c*m for me, little wolf… c*m on my cock.”
Her nails dug deeper into my hair, lips trembling with inaudible moans while she thrashed back and forth, cumming on my c**k like a good girl…
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CLARA’S POV.
Sex has never felt this good. Not with Leo and certainly not when it was even raw, but with his man… hell! My body was burning, arching, and yearning for more.
I was still trembling and jerking from the pleasure of my second orgasm when his hand came against my boobs, cupping them into his hand like they were his favorite part of my body.
But wait. It was my second orgasm today…
My eyes widened at the realization, but he didn’t give me time to process everything before picking up his thrust again.
“Are we going another round?” my voice came out in a stutter, and he smirked.
“Tired?”
I shook my head negatively, my body exhausted but unwilling to give up.
Of course I was tired—who wouldn’t be when he had f****d me so hard in ways Leo never had? But my body wouldn’t give up. My skin crawled, and my already sore p***y still dripped.
He planted a kiss on my forehead. “Good girl… because I need you one more round from your not-so-exhausted body.”
My lashes fluttered, amusement washing over me.
His hand came against my hips as I tried to speak, then he picked up his pace, pushing his hard c**k into my wet p***y and letting me feel every thrust.
My body jerked forward, sensitive and needy.
“f**k!!!” The moan slipped past my throat, echoing through the air.
His lips parted, eyes rolling slightly. “Yes… that’s what I am doing to you, little rose… I am f*****g your p***y and giving you pleasure that no one ever has.”
My toes curled, his words burning my skin.
This felt good. Too good to be wrong.
For some dirty reason, my hand moved to my boobs, and I cupped the small mounds into my kneading and fondling while he f****d me hard.
His jaw clenched at the sight. He bit gently on his lower lip.
“That’s it, baby… Fondle those pretty boobs while I f**k your p***y…”
“Unmm….” A soft sound slipped past my lips.
Deep grey eyes locked against mine, pinning me in place—his gaze and his c**k.
My walls fluttered around every movement. “This feels good…”
“Yes, baby… My c**k in your p***y, your walls around mine? It feels perfect!” He growled, dropping his forehead on mine, and cupping my right cheek with his palm while his other hand dug into my nails, pushing deeper and deeper till I began to feel the rise of something familiar.
My breath fluttered beneath my throat, our moans coming in sharp, uneven gasps.
“Tell me…” he growled, digging deeper.
“Does your husband f**k you like I am doing now?”
My heart hammered against my chest. For a second, my entire body stilled, then I felt my walls fluttering and wrapping around him.
Shame rose to my cheeks like pleasure. This was wrong… this question, this act. All of it was wrong, but…
His hand came around my throat, curling around it. Not firm enough to choke but firm enough to add more pleasure than what was already burning through my veins.
“When I ask a question,” he trailed his lips around my ear, shoving himself so deep my walls fluttered.
“Master…” I cried back in pleasure.
A groan of satisfaction slipped past his lips.
“That’s it, baby… now tell me… does your husband f**k you this way? Does he make you shake like I do?”
My body shuddered, my p***y tingling, the rawness of the question heightening my pleasure. “No…” I sobbed out.
“Good girl…” He struggled to moan, breath heavy while he began to pound deeper, the veins on his body stretching so tight the sight drew me closer to my orgasm.
“f**k, Clara… you are so sweet… so sweet…”
Our breath turned heavy and erratic, echoing through the air till our orgasms shot through us.
“I am cumming…” The cry slipped past my lips as he shook his head.
“Yes, baby… c*m for me… c*m for me again…” His deep voice managed to guide me while he thrashed back and forth.
His nails dug into my skin, lips parted, body trembled, while he came together—breaths heavy and erratic.
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