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Chapter 7
by
Kristobal
Does he cum inside her?
Yes
Emily’s body clamped down tight the moment his cock swelled inside her, every nerve screaming with the sudden release. His groan was raw and guttural as thick ropes of cum shot deep into her pussy, the heat searing straight into her womb. The gush made her toes curl, her eyes roll, her whole body shudder.
“Ahhh—fuuuck!” she screamed, her voice hoarse, thighs quivering uncontrollably. Her cunt spasmed around him, milking every drop, each hot pulse only triggering more **** contractions. She came with him, her orgasm brutal and soaking, her juices spilling down to meet his cum where it leaked around his thick shaft.
Her belly ached from how full she felt, stuffed and stretched, but the ache blended with the raw euphoria of finally being fucked hard, fucked deep.
Before her trembling could even subside, he gripped her waist in both hands, lifted her like a doll, and rolled her onto her stomach. The sheets stuck to her sweat-slick tits, her nipples dragging against the linen, aching and stiff.
Her hips were yanked up high, ass tilted back, pussy still dripping and messy, their combined release already smeared across her inner thighs.
“Jason—ahhh—fuck, wait—” she gasped into the pillow.
He didn’t wait.
His cock, still hard, slick with cum and her juices, speared back inside her drenched cunt with a wet schluck. The stretch was almost painful, her walls still twitching from the last orgasm, but the pain melted into pure delirious pleasure the moment he began to hammer into her.
Her breasts slapped against the bed with each thrust, her clit grinding on the sheets in the best possible way, and soon she was shrieking into the linen.
“Unhh—ahhh—ahhh, God yes, harder, HARDER! Don’t stop—please—fuck me, fuck me!”
His grip bruised her hips, pulling her back to meet every savage thrust. His balls smacked against her swollen clit with obscene, wet slaps. He fisted a handful of her hair, yanking her head up, forcing her back into a deeper arch. The angle hit her perfectly—his cock battering her cervix, dragging against her sweetest spot with every brutal stroke.
She soaked the sheets beneath her, pussy gushing uncontrollably, splattering wet sounds every time he bottomed out. Her orgasm built fast, sharp, undeniable. Her nails shredded the linen as her body convulsed again, cunt gripping him in fluttering waves.
“Ahhh—ahhh, I’m cumming—ohhh fuck, I’m cumming again!” she wailed, back arching, ass shaking helplessly as her juices sprayed down his thighs.
He didn’t stop. He fucked her through it, pounding until her moans turned into sobs of raw pleasure. The overstimulation tore another climax from her, her legs collapsing beneath her, but his hold kept her upright, kept her open, kept her his.
Her pussy was wrecked, clenching frantically, slick and slippery with cum, when he finally let out a roar and shoved deep, grinding hard against her ass. His cock jerked violently, unloading another thick flood inside her. Hot cum gushed past her cervix, overflowing, mixing with what was already spilling down her thighs.
Her pussy convulsed helplessly around him, dragged into another small, broken orgasm just from the sensation of him filling her again. Her voice cracked on a sob, her body limp, her womb bloated with his seed.
With a final groan, he pulled out, cock slipping free with a sloppy schlurk, cum pouring out of her cunt in thick globs to stain the sheets.
She collapsed face-down, her tits squashed beneath her, her ass still raised slightly as more of his spend leaked from her swollen hole. Her thighs quivered, her body buzzing, her pussy a messy, stretched-open mess that still clenched on nothing, **** for more.
He rolled onto his back beside her, chest heaving, cock glistening wet and shiny, twitching against his thigh. He flung an arm over his head, utterly spent, breathing like he’d just run miles.
Emily lay there wrecked, dripping, skin flushed and sticky, her mind fogged with wine and the afterglow of too many orgasms to count.
The silence was heavy, the only sound their gasping breaths and the faint drip of cum sliding down her thighs onto the sheets.
Post sex cuddle?
Ripe for the Taking
A new mom discovers she's never been more desirable—and temptation is everywhere.
At 27, Emily Davenport is a new mother adjusting to life after childbirth—a fading marriage, a body still healing, and a routine that leaves her feeling invisible. But as she steps back into the world—work, the gym, errands—she begins to notice it: the looks, the lingering stares, the heat behind every casual touch. Men are watching her. And one by one, they make their move. Ripe for the Taking follows Emily’s slow-burn descent into temptation, where every choice—whether to resist or surrender—leads her deeper into the thrill of being wanted again. Mother. Wife. Woman. Now, she has to choose who she really wants to be.
Updated on Oct 25, 2025
by Kristobal
Created on Sep 25, 2025
by Kristobal
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