Buried

Chapter 33 - Buried

Torin pushed forward in one steady, unrelenting thrust, sinking the full thick length of his cock into Alisha in a single deep slide. She was soaking wet and tight around him, the scorching heat of her gripping every ridged inch as he bottomed out, balls pressed flush against her. A deep, broken moan tore from her throat, raw and helpless.

“Ah—Torin…!”

He stayed buried for a long second, just feeling her pulse and flutter around him, the way her walls clenched and fluttered like they were trying to milk him already. Then he began to move. Long, deliberate strokes at first—pulling almost all the way out until only the swollen head remained, then driving back in hard enough to make her gasp.

His mouth found hers in a messy, open kiss while one hand cupped and squeezed her heavy breast, thumb dragging roughly over the stiff nipple. He broke the kiss only to leave a trail of open-mouthed bites down the side of her neck, sucking hard enough to leave dark marks that would last for days.

Alisha’s legs wrapped tight around his waist, heels digging into the small of his back as she met every thrust, rolling her hips up to take him deeper. The wet, filthy sound of their bodies meeting filled the bedroom—skin slapping, slick and rhythmic. Her full tits bounced hard with each powerful stroke; Torin couldn’t stop grabbing them, kneading the soft, heavy flesh in his rough palms while he fucked her deeper, harder, losing himself in the feel of her.

After a while, she planted both hands on his chest and shoved him onto his back with surprising strength. She climbed over him, straddled his hips, and gathered her heavy breasts around his slick, glistening cock. The soft, warm pressure of her tits swallowed him almost completely, the yielding flesh wrapping him in heat. She pressed them tightly together and began to stroke him between the full mounds, the flushed head of his cock appearing and disappearing with every slow, deliberate motion.

When it peeked out, she leaned down and sucked the tip into her mouth, tongue swirling greedily over the sensitive head while she continued the tight, sliding titjob.

The dual sensation—soft, yielding flesh sliding around his shaft and the wet, sucking heat of her mouth on the head—was almost too much. Torin’s hips jerked hard upward. He felt the pressure building fast, coiling tight and dangerous at the base of his spine.

“Alisha—stop—” he growled, voice rough and strained. He pulled her up by the shoulders before he could spill, chest heaving. “Not yet. I want to finish inside you.”

She nodded, breathing hard, chest still heaving. He pulled her down into a deep, slow kiss, giving himself the time he needed to settle, to pull back from the edge. Their tongues slid together, lazy and wet, while his hands roamed her body again—cupping the soft weight of her ass, squeezing her heavy tits, keeping the heat alive without pushing him over.

When he finally had control again he rolled her onto her side and settled behind her in a tight spooning position, the hard length of his body pressed flush against her back. He lifted her top leg by the thigh, opening her wide and exposing everything, then guided the thick, slick head of his cock to her entrance. One hard, deliberate thrust seated him all the way inside, burying every hot, heavy inch in her heat until his hips were flush against her ass.

Alisha cried out, the sound half moan, half sharp gasp, her body jolting at the sudden, stretching fullness of him.

Torin’s arm wrapped tight around her, hand filling itself with one full, heavy breast, fingers pinching and rolling the stiff nipple until she whimpered and arched back into him. His other hand kept her leg raised high, holding her open and helpless while he started fucking her in deep, powerful strokes. The new angle let him hit deeper than before—every thick thrust dragging hard along her front wall and making her moan louder, wetter, more desperate.

“More—Torin, more—” she begged, voice breaking, almost pleading. “Harder… please—”He gave her exactly that. His hips snapped forward faster, harder, the wet, filthy slap of skin on skin growing louder and more desperate with every brutal thrust. He buried his face in the back of her neck, biting and kissing the damp, salt-slick skin while he pounded into her without a shred of mercy. Her breast filled his palm completely; he squeezed and massaged the soft, heavy flesh in time with every deep stroke, never letting go, fingers digging in like he needed to feel every part of her while he fucked her open.

Alisha’s moans turned high and desperate, cracking at the edges, almost sobbing. “I’m—I’m about to cum—Torin—!”

He drove into her harder, faster, chasing the same sharp, blinding edge. The tight, rhythmic clench of her walls around his cock pulled him under with her, dragging him down. Alisha came first with a sharp, broken cry, body shaking violently, pussy fluttering and milking him hard in helpless waves. Torin followed a second later, burying himself to the hilt and flooding her with thick, hot pulses of cum, groaning low and raw against her neck as he finished deep inside her, every spurt forced out by the way she kept spasming around him.

They stayed locked together, breathing hard, chests heaving, his cock still twitching and spilling the last of himself inside her as the final waves of pleasure slowly faded into a heavy, spent quiet.

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