Till morning

Chapter 35 - Till morning

Torin stayed deep inside her for a long moment, just feeling how tight and wet Alisha’s pussy was as it fluttered and squeezed around every thick inch of him. Her walls were still sensitive from the first time. Then he slowly pulled back until only the swollen head of his cock stayed inside her, stretching her open—before driving forward hard again. He set a rough, steady pace that made the whole bed creak under them.

He didn’t keep her on her back for long.

With a firm grip on her hips, he rolled her over onto her stomach in one strong move. Alisha’s heavy breasts pressed flat against the mattress, the soft, full flesh spreading out and sinking into the sheets. He climbed over her, placing his knees on either side of her thighs, and pushed her legs tightly together. That made her already-snug pussy feel even tighter around him. He lined the slick head of his cock back up with her entrance and pushed deep inside her in one smooth, powerful thrust.

Prone bone.

The new angle made her cry out into the pillow, the sound muffled and broken, half-swallowed by the fabric. Torin's chest pressed along her back, and he started fucking her in long, powerful strokes. Every thrust drove him deep, the thick head of his cock dragging hard along her front wall, slow on the way out, then slamming home again.

The soft, heavy cheeks of her ass bounced and jiggled against his hips with each impact, the pale flesh rippling under the force. He reached under her, filled both hands with her tits, and squeezed them hard—fingers sinking deep into the plush, warm weight, feeling the soft give of her as he pounded into her from behind. The wet, filthy slap of skin on skin filled the dark bedroom, steady and loud.

“Fuck—Alisha—” he growled against the back of her neck, leaving another dark love bite as he kept thrusting, hips never slowing. “You feel how deep I am? How your pussy’s gripping me so tight?”

She moaned continuously, the sound muffled by the sheets, pushing her hips back to meet every stroke. Her heavy breasts shifted and spilled under his hands with each movement, the soft flesh moving in time with his thrusts. He stayed in that position until her legs started to tremble and her moans turned high and shaky, then pulled out with a wet, obscene sound that left her open and empty for a moment.

Torin flipped her onto her back again. He hooked his arms under her knees and lifted, folding her almost in half until her calves rested on his broad shoulders. He slid his hands down to her hips and raised them clean off the mattress so that only her shoulders and the back of her head touched the bed. Her full breasts spilled heavily toward her chin with the inverted angle—soft, pale mounds shifting and bouncing with every uneven breath, nipples tight and flushed, the weight of them pulling downward as she lay open and exposed for him.

He lined up and drove back into her in one deep, relentless thrust.

The position let him sink even farther than before, the head of his cock pressing against her deepest point. Alisha’s mouth fell open in a broken, high moan. Torin held her hips up and began fucking her hard—deep, relentless strokes that bottomed out every single time, the wet sound of their bodies meeting sharp and continuous. The sight of her folded body, tits shaking and spilling, face flushed and open, and the wet, gripping heat of her pussy stretched around his cock pushed him closer and closer to the edge.

“I’m gonna fill you again,” he rasped, voice rough with strain. “Gonna pump another load deep inside this tight little cunt.”

Alisha could only moan in answer, fingers clutching the sheets above her head, her body rocking with every hard thrust. He sped up, hips snapping forward, the thick length of him pistoning in and out of her stretched hole. When her walls started to flutter and clench hard around him, he buried himself to the hilt and came with a low, guttural groan, pumping thick ropes of cum deep inside her for the second time that night, flooding her until he felt it leak around his cock.

They didn’t stop.

Whenever one of them recovered even a little, the other reached out without words. Torin took her from behind again, gripping the soft, yielding flesh of her ass in both hands while he fucked her hard and deep, the wet slap of his hips against her cheeks filling the room. Then he pulled her onto her side, hooked one of her legs over his hip, and drove into her from that angle until her moans turned shaky. After that he folded her back into the deep missionary, legs high, hips lifted, pounding into her until she was shaking and clutching at the sheets.

Alisha rode him for a long stretch after that. She straddled his hips and sank down onto his cock, heavy breasts bouncing and swaying in his face with every roll of her hips. He sucked and bit her nipples, tongue circling the stiff peaks while she ground down on him, taking him as deep as she could. The room filled with the continuous sounds of wet skin meeting, low groans, and her increasingly desperate, broken moans.

He creampied her twice more before the night finally gave out—once while she was on her knees with her face pressed into the pillow, his hands locked on her hips as he emptied himself deep inside her; once while he held her legs wide open, watching every thick pulse leave him and fill her. Only then did the first gray light of morning begin to filter through the curtains.

By the time the sun was fully up they were both spent, sticky, and tangled together under the twisted sheets. His cock was still half-hard and resting against her soft thigh. The thick evidence of every round leaked slowly from between her legs, trailing down the soft inner flesh of her thighs and staining the sheets beneath them in warm, messy streaks.

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