10. Zane #3
I keep one hand mauling her breast, pinching her nipple until she whimpers, while my other hand slides down between her legs. I find her swollen clit and rub tight, fast circles over it while I fuck her even deeper.
Her moans turn into desperate, broken sobs of pleasure. I feel her tightening again, her perfect cunt fluttering wildly around my cock, milking me with every thrust.
“Come on my cock,” I demand against her ear. “Let me feel you fall apart while I’m buried inside you.”
She comes with a shattered scream, her whole body seizing, cunt clamping down on me like a vise. The rhythmic pulses milk my cock so perfectly that my own control snaps.
I thrust deep one final time and come hard, flooding her with thick, hot spurts of my release. I keep moving through it, grinding against her as I empty myself completely, marking her from the inside.
For several long seconds, we stay locked together, panting. My cock is still buried deep inside her, twitching with the aftershocks.
Then I slowly pull out.
My cum immediately begins to leak from her swollen, well-fucked pussy, dripping down her thighs in obscene white trails. The sight is so filthy and beautiful, it makes my spent cock twitch again.
Dropping to my knees behind her without hesitation, I spread her ass cheeks wide with both hands and lean in. My tongue drags slowly up the length of her dripping slit, licking up the mixture of her wetness and my cum.
She jolts violently at the first touch, oversensitive and shocked. “Zane—what are you—”
Her cunt is a wrecked, beautiful mess—puffy and glistening—and I seal my mouth over her hole, sucking greedily.
I push my tongue deep inside her, fucking her with it, licking and scooping every drop of my release mixed with her sweet, musky arousal.
I swallow it all with a low groan, then do it again and again, devouring her like I’m starving for the taste of us together.
Only when her pussy is nearly clean do I drag my tongue higher, licking a slow, deliberate stripe over her tight little asshole.
Celine jerks violently, a shocked cry escaping her throat.
I don’t hesitate. I press my mouth fully against that forbidden ring and suck, hard, using the flat of my tongue to lap and tease her.
I gather thick saliva in my mouth and let it drip messily onto her hole, then lick it in, swirling my tongue in wet circles until she’s shining and dripping with my spit.
Her legs are already shaking badly. “Zane—oh my fucking god—” she gasps.
I slide two fingers into her cum-slick cunt and start fucking her with them while my mouth stays glued to her asshole. Then I push my tongue inside her ass, spearing deep, fucking her with it in time with my fingers in her pussy.
The sound that rips out of her is pure animal ecstasy—a raw, broken scream that bounces off the kitchen walls. Her entire body convulses. Her legs shake so violently, I have to grip her thighs hard to hold her in place.
“Don’t stop,” she screams, voice cracking. “Fuck—Zane, don’t stop—I love it, I love your tongue in my ass—oh god, yes—”
I growl against her and replace my tongue with one thick finger, pushing it slowly into her impossibly tight heat. She lets out another ear-splitting scream of pleasure as her asshole clenches greedily around my finger.
I work it in and out with long, smooth strokes, using all the saliva I left behind to keep every slide wet, while my other hand keeps thrusting two fingers deep into her dripping cunt.
She’s falling apart. “Yes—keep going—fuck, I love it,” she sobs desperately, pushing back against my face and finger like she can’t get enough. “Deeper—please—I’m going to—oh fuck—”
Her legs are trembling uncontrollably now, barely holding her up. I keep devouring her, sucking and licking around my finger while I finger-fuck both her holes at once.
The wet sounds fill the kitchen. Her screams grow louder, more broken, more desperate, until finally she shatters with a wrenching, primal cry—her cunt gushing around my fingers as her asshole pulses and squeezes rhythmically around the single thick digit buried inside it.
The force of her orgasm is so intense that her whole body shakes violently against the counter. I keep licking and fingering her gently through every wave, drawing it out until she’s a wrecked, whimpering, trembling mess.
Only then do I rise to my feet.
I turn her around carefully and pull her into my arms. Her legs are unsteady, so I lift her easily, setting her on the counter once more.
I grab a clean kitchen towel, run it under warm water, and gently clean between her thighs, wiping away the remnants of our mess with tender strokes. She watches me in silence, chest still heaving, eyes dark with too many emotions to name.
I toss the towel aside and pull her against my bare chest, one hand stroking slowly up and down her back. My other hand cups the back of her head, holding her close. The kitchen light is still on, bright and unforgiving. The city continues its indifferent glow far below the windows.
Nothing is solved.
But for this moment, she is in my arms, marked by me, claimed by me, and I’m not ready to let her go.