Chapter Four

James hissed as her wet heat brushed against his cock, her slick folds teasing the throbbing length of him. “Merlin, Lils,” he groaned, his hands moving to grip her waist, fingers digging into the soft curve of her hips.

She didn’t make him wait. Slowly, torturously, she sank down onto him, her breath hitching as he stretched her open once more.

Lily let out a shuddering moan as she took him fully inside, her inner walls fluttering around his girth. "Fuck, you're still so hard," she gasped, rolling her hips in slow, deliberate circles to feel every inch of him. Her nails dug into his chest as she lifted herself almost completely off before slamming back down, making them both groan.

James' hands flew to her breasts, kneading the soft flesh roughly, his thumbs brushing over her stiffened nipples. "You feel like fucking heaven," he growled, his hips bucking upward to meet her downward thrusts. The bed creaked beneath them, the headboard knocking rhythmically against the wall as their pace quickened.

Lily's breath came in ragged pants, her hair sticking to her flushed skin as she rode him with abandon. "You—ah!—you came inside me not five minutes ago," she teased breathlessly, grinding down hard when he was buried to the hilt. "And yet here you are, still pounding into me like a—oh Merlin—like a bloody teenager."

James smirked, drunk on pleasure and firewhisky, his fingers tightening on her hips as he guided her movements. "Can't help it," he grunted. "You're too fucking perfect." He thrust up sharply, hitting that sweet spot inside her that made her cry out, her thighs trembling around him.

James' eyes locked onto Lily's bouncing breasts, their full weight swaying hypnotically with every downward stroke of her hips. The sight alone was nearly enough to make him spill again—her pink nipples stiff from arousal, the soft flesh flushed and glistening with sweat. His hands abandoned her waist to cup them roughly, kneading the supple mounds as his thumbs circled her peaks, drawing breathy whimpers from her swollen lips.

"Love watching these," he growled, voice thick with lust as he squeezed harder, making her arch into his touch. "Fucking perfect tits—made for me to worship."

Lily moaned, her pace faltering as pleasure sparked through her at the rough treatment. "James—" His name dissolved into a gasp as he pinched her nipples sharply, sending a jolt straight to her clenching core. The sudden sting made her thighs shake, her inner walls fluttering around his cock in response.

"Fuck, you like that?" James smirked, drunk on power as much as firewhisky, rolling the hardened buds between his fingers with deliberate cruelty. "Bet you'd come just from me playing with these, wouldn't you?"

Lily whimpered, her hips grinding in **** circles now, chasing the dual sensations—his thick length stretching her open, his hands tormenting her sensitive peaks.

Lily’s breath hitched as James’ fingers twisted her nipples harder, the sharp pleasure-pain making her thighs clamp around his hips. “Yes—bloody hell, James—!” Her voice broke into a moan as she ground down on him, her swollen clit rubbing against the coarse hair at the base of his cock with every **** roll of her hips.

James’ smirk was wolfish, his grip unrelenting as he watched her unravel. “That’s it, Lils,” he growled, his own hips bucking up to meet her frantic movements. “Fucking take what you need.” His thumbs pressed down on her stiff peaks, circling just shy of cruelty, and Lily’s back arched as another wave of pleasure crashed through her.

Her nails scraped down his chest, leaving red trails in their wake as she panted, “You—ah!—you’re such a bastard—” but the insult dissolved into a whimper when he pinched her again, harder this time. Her walls clenched around him like a vise, her body trembling on the edge.

James groaned at the sudden tightness, his cock twitching inside her. “Fuck, you’re gonna make me come again,” he rasped, his voice rough with need.

James’ groan rumbled deep in his chest as Lily’s inner walls pulsed around him, her climax threatening to drag him over the edge with her. His fingers tightened possessively on her breasts, thumbs still torturing her stiffened nipples as she writhed above him. “That’s it,” he gritted out, his hips snapping up to meet her frantic grinding. “Squeeze me just like that—Merlin, you feel insane—”

Lily’s breath came in ragged, broken gasps, her body shuddering as pleasure coiled tighter and tighter in her belly. The sharp tugs on her nipples sent sparks of white-hot need straight to her core, and she could feel James’ cock twitching inside her, thick and unrelenting as he filled her to the hilt with every thrust. “J-James—I’m close—” she choked out, her thighs trembling where they bracketed his hips.

“I know,” he growled, his voice rough with lust. One hand slid down from her breast to grip her hip, fingers digging into the soft flesh as he guided her movements, forcing her down onto him harder, faster. “Come on, Lils—let go for me.” His other hand twisted her nipple again, just shy of pain, and Lily screamed, her back arching as her orgasm crashed through her like a tidal wave.

Lily’s scream dissolved into a shuddering moan as her climax tore through her, her body convulsing around James’ cock in tight, rhythmic pulses. Her nails bit into his chest, her thighs trembling violently as pleasure seared through every nerve.

James groaned as Lily’s inner walls clenched around him in rhythmic spasms, her climax milking his cock with ****, fluttering pulses. His grip on her hips tightened, fingers digging into the soft flesh as he **** her down onto him harder, grinding his pelvis up to meet her. “Fuck—Lils, I can’t—ah!—hold back—” His voice was a ragged growl, breath hitching as the coil of pleasure in his gut snapped.

Lily gasped as she felt him twitch inside her, his cock swelling before hot ropes of cum spilled deep into her already well-used cunt. She shuddered, her own orgasm still rippling through her, the sensation of him filling her only prolonging the aftershocks. “Oh Merlin—James—” she whimpered, her thighs trembling as she collapsed forward, her sweat-slicked chest pressing against his.

James’ hands roamed greedily over her back, kneading the plush curve of her ass before sliding up to tangle in her damp red hair. He pulled her into a messy, open-mouthed kiss, tongues tangling as he lazily rolled his hips beneath her, still half-hard inside her. “You feel so fucking good,” he murmured against her lips, voice thick with satisfaction.

Lily broke the kiss with a breathless gasp, her green eyes widening as she felt James still rock-hard inside her. "James—Merlin, you're still..." Her voice trailed off as she shifted slightly, confirming what her body already knew—he hadn't softened at all since his last release.

"Bloody hell," she murmured, pressing a hand against his sweat-slicked chest. "Are you okay?"

James grinned up at her, his hazel eyes dark with lust, fingers still tangled possessively in her hair. "More than okay," he growled, rolling his hips beneath her in slow, deliberate circles that made her breath hitch. "Feel fucking incredible."

Lily bit her lip, torn between concern and the fresh wave of arousal already pooling low in her belly. "But you just—twice already—"

"Means I can go again," he interrupted, his voice rough. Before she could protest further, his hands clamped down on her hips, flipping her onto her back with effortless strength. The sudden movement **** a startled yelp from her lips as her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, her body arching when he sank back into her in one smooth thrust.

"James!" she gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders as he set a punishing pace immediately, his cock stretching her deliciously.