Trapped

Chapter 21 - Trapped

They were already locked in a deep, hungry kiss, tongues sliding wet and fast against each other, spit mixing, breath ragged. Clothes came off in a frantic rush—shirts yanked over heads, pants shoved down, underwear kicked aside until both of them stood completely naked, skin hot and pressed together.

Torin’s hands went straight for her tits, thick fingers closing around the soft weight of them. Leena smacked his hand away hard.

“Wait, you impatient bastard.”

She twisted hard, hips snapping sideways, and his fingers lost her. Bare feet slapped the cool floor as she padded fast down the short hall. Skin still damp, nipples tight from the air, ass shifting with every step. She reached Misty’s door, thumb jammed the lock, and the quiet click sealed it shut.

She turned—

Torin was already on her.

No space to breath. He closed the last two steps in one long stride and slammed into her from behind. One thick arm locked around her waist like a steel band, yanking her back so her ass crushed against the hard line of his cock. The other hand shot up, rough palm dragging over her stomach, then higher, claiming a full handful of her bare tit and squeezing hard enough to make her gasp.

His mouth dropped to the side of her neck. Hot breath. Teeth scraping. Voice low and rough against her skin.

“Think you can walk away from me?”

His hips rolled once, slow and filthy, grinding that thick ridge right between her cheeks. The arm around her waist tightened until she felt every ridge of muscle against her back. The hand on her breast kneaded deeper, thumb flicking her nipple, then pinching it between finger and thumb until a sharp spark shot straight down between her legs.

She pushed back against him anyway—half defiance, half need—and felt him throb harder in answer.

He didn’t ease up. He only pressed closer, chest to her spine, cock nestled tight in the cleft of her ass, and started walking her forward with pure force until her thighs bumped the opposite wall.

He stood right there and started working her tits. Both hands now, heavy palms covering them, fingers digging in, kneading the soft flesh, rolling and pinching the nipples until they were stiff peaks between his fingertips. He kept massaging them, rough and deliberate, standing pressed against her back while she breathed harder.

Then he walked them backward a few steps, still glued to her from behind, still working those tits, squeezing and pulling the nipples, moving them away from the door until they were out in the open of the living room.

He dropped his mouth to the side of her neck and bit, hard enough to leave a mark. Then another bite lower, teeth scraping, lips sucking, leaving a chain of red marks down the side of her throat. Leena’s hand shot up behind her, fingers tangling in his hair above her shoulder, gripping tight. Her legs jerked with every fresh bite, thighs twitching, a sharp little sound catching in her throat each time his teeth sank in.

One of his hands left her breast and slid straight down between her legs. He ran two fingers slowly along the crack of her pussy, measuring how wet she already was. One slow trip up from the bottom of her slit to the top of her clit, then back down—and his fingers came away soaked. Instantly, like the crop of her pussy that had been dry a second ago had just been plowed open and the rain followed, flooding the whole field. Juice coated his fingers in a thick, shiny layer.

He pushed one finger inside her without warning and started scratching, curling it, dragging the pad along her inner walls in slow, deliberate scrapes. The pleasure hit Leena so hard her mind started to slip. Her head tipped back against his shoulder, eyes half-lidded, breath coming in short broken gasps as he kept working that finger inside her, scratching deeper.

She turned in his arms with a sudden twist, jumped, and locked her legs around his waist. Arms around his neck, she kissed him hard—harder—tongue shoving in, teeth catching his lower lip. Torin didn’t break the kiss. One hand stayed under her fat ass, squeezing and spreading the cheeks, fingers digging into the soft flesh while he held her up. The other hand stayed busy between them.

He shoved two fingers back into her by surprise. Leena almost jumped in his arms at the sudden stretch, a sharp moan punched out of her mouth into his. He started fucking those fingers in and out, long deep strokes, knuckles pressing against her every time he bottomed out. Her head fell backward from the sensation, throat exposed with mouth open and eyes glassy.

Torin leaned down while he still held her and took the upper soft curve of her tit into his mouth. He sucked hard, tongue flattening against the skin, teeth grazing the underside of the soft bump while his fingers kept pumping in and out of her dripping cunt.

He walked them over to the sofa without ever letting her down. Lowered her onto the cushions, still attached, still kissing and sucking at her lower lip. His fingers finally slid out of her with a wet sound. He broke the kiss, climbed higher up her body until he was straddling her chest, knees planted on either side of her ribs.

His heavy balls settled against the soft top of her tits, the base of his cock resting between them, and Leena was trapped right there between his spread legs, looking up at him, mouth already open.

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