"Fu-fuck, Syril!" Her voice cracked. "I wa... want you. I want you to claim me like you did in the hall. Grab my waist... and fuck me to oblivion."
No words.
He didn't say anything, he only reached for her neck. He clasped her neck gently, but firm enough to make her voice hitch, make her cheeks burn scarlet, drawing hot, distorted breath.
It was then she noticed his long, thick manhood. More stream of juice trickled out of her pussy as her hungry gaze locked unto his shaft.
Her pussy clenched around nothing, oozing more juices, badly hungry for a cock to fill and stretch it.
Syril calmly rose from the sofa, his dick briefly slapping her cheek, drawing another ragged breath. "Aww! Fucccck!! Fuck, it's so... big. Syril... di-did you hear me?! Fuck me!" She screamed into the air, lips parted in the sight of his monstrosity, her hands attempting to seize his cock.
However, Syril had move with practical fluidity, slapping her hand off and growling, "Not yet! I'm the one in control here!"
His eyes darkened with another smirk, half expectant of their promising fun, and half amused by her shattered composure. In one move, he lifted her by the waist, carrying all of her weigh in his arms.
Amy almost protested, but Syril's lips had moved to seal hers shut. He clashed into her with a wet lips, his sturdy hands gently caressing her round ass as they engaged in another steamy lips lock.
Amy broke from the kiss to see him heading to his room, or so she had thought.
Syril was supposed to pull the knob, but he had gone for his unusual thought again... he pushed her back against the door, her legs still possessively wrapped around his waist, anchoring her tight.
Her eyes widened by his shocking movement, soft moan escaped her, the cold wood biting into the warmth her body emanated. Her chest heaved in irregular patterns, breasts softly swaying with every breathing exercise. She wanted to voice something out, but Syril again, shut her with more teases.
This time, he was able to cup her breast with one hand, and run the other in her thighs. He pushed a titty up, brushing his index finger in slow, circular tease on her pebble hard pink nipple.
Another moan ripped her throat, but Syril wasn't done. His lips followed his finger, wetting and sucking her nipple like a starved baby. His free palm had also cupped her pussy, smearing her heavy juices on his hands.
He began to slowly rub her clit with a finger, sending sparks of ecstacy through her whole body. "AaaaaaaaH, Syril! I swear, I'm gonna die if you don't fuck me! Touch me! Right there, baby. Ohhhhhhhh, I'm so wet for you!!" She screamed whatever came to her mind, every pattern of reasoning disrupted, replaced with a dark, uncontrollable lust.
"Fine! You've begged me enough!" He snarled back, releasing her nipple with an obscene, wet pop.
He wasted no time to clench her harder and twist the knob, revealing his mediocre room. Yes, the room was probably unfit for the heiress of Vancouver, but tonight, they'd carve their hunger in the atmosphere.
Her back found the soft warmth of the cotton sheet as she was gently laid. Her legs immediately parted, displaying her glistening, velvety folds. She had even gripped the sheet with both hands above her head, hinting complete surrender.
The sight alone was enough to make his cock throb, beads of precum already visible in anticipation. Right there, he wanted to jump on her, repeatedly slam his cock into her tender pussy, but he knew that would ruin the fun, make him vulnerable to her trickery.
Amy's hungry eyes remained fixated on his physique and incredibly long shaft. She moistened her lips reverently, biting down in primal urge. Her gaze held no shame, only hunger.
It was either she had it or had it. No going-backsies.
Syril held the stare, deciphering the hidden intentions in her deadly lock. He drank her full bare sight, her expensive scent, her sounds, her surrender.
'Now or never.' He had thought.
With minimal effort, he slid his finger into her famished hole.
"Oooooooooh!" She cried ecstatically, instinctively arching her hips into his touch. She bit her lip so hard she thought she was gonna bleed, clawing the sheet so tight her knuckles turned white.
Syril began with slow, deliberate pump, testing her endurance with finger curves and thrusts.
Her walls clenched around his finger, pulsing with every pump. Her moan gradually rose in pitch, filling the silent atmosphere with stimulating sex sounds.
He didn't let up, he inserted another, stretching her walls. Her legs quivered, her breath coming more unevenly. She started grinding her hips against his fingers, cupping her breast with a hand and gripping the sheet with the other.
Syril bent and leaned in, hovering his lips just right above her ear, his hot breath drawing more excitement from her. He then whispered, "Ooh, Amy Vancouver, riding my fingers like a filthy whore. You're enjoying it, aren't you?"
His hot breath quickened her pulse, and she couldn't help but yelp; "Aaaaaaaah! Y-yess! Yes! Yes! Oh, fuck, Syril! Please..."
"Please what?!" Syril rasped, relishing her absolute submission and excitement.
"Yes, yes, yes, yes!!! Not now... don't stop! Go on, please!" Her voice came in distorted utterances,her milky skin already glistening with sweat, face completely flushed, hair totally disheveled, clinging onto rich skin with slick sweat.
Her climax reached, she came in hot jets spewed on Syril's face, her body spasming violently, legs quivering from the released tension, voice cracking into a long, guttural moan.
She released her tight grasp, arms stretched across the bed lazily. Her legs remained opened, but the tremor from the aftershocks lingered. She looked like a sexy mess like that, her cheeks flushed, hair completely messed, light scent of sweat and cum mixing in the atmosphere.
Syril? That was what he needed. The image of seeing her spent like this sent another spark of want, his cock constantly throbbing, more precum oozing from his thick cap.
He bent and started teasing her whole body, his lips moving from collarbone to chest, licking and sucking her sensitive parts, worshipping her like she was all that mattered.
Amy's voice hitched, words became useless, fully committed to the act. Her hands found his head, tangling and curling his dark hair, pushing him deeper.
Her salty taste and heat pooling between her thighs was enough to push Syril into more frenzy mouth-worship.
A sharp gasp tore through her throat, followed by her needs confession.
"Syril... we're not done. I want you... to take me. Fully claim me. Own me. St-stretch me. I can't... can't hold it anymore."
His dark eyes locked into hers... her focus didn't falter, her determination unwavering. That was all the affirmation he needed.
Syril jumped between her thighs, his hardened cock pointing in full length. She gulped, not from fear of his length, but from the eager anticipation.
Syril began to rub his pink, swollen cap on her clit, following lazy patterns on her folds, teasing until she couldn't bear it.
Her hands almost reached for his cock, trembling with need.
"Please, Syril... don't... tease me like that."
Syril smirked knowingly, stopping her grab midway. He pressed her arm unto the wet sheet, anchoring himself to slide in.
Gently, he pushed his cock into her pinky, inviting pussy. She swallowed him little by little, taking him inch by inch. Her walls stretched, her juice aiding with lubrication.
She gasped, raising her legs to hook them around his waist, pushing him deeper into her.
"Aaaangh! Syril..." her voice broke, replaced with urgent moans.
"Hm. That's it.That's it, my dear. Take it." His darkened eyes fluttered, her radiating heat teetering him on the edge of madness.
"Lord... you're sooo tight!" Syril groaned, pounding her heat in powerful thrusts, the slaps of fleshes echoing in the room.
He started gently, but all of the restrained instincts finally weighed on him, resulting in fast and desperate thumps.
"Oh... Fuck! Yes, yes, Syril! Don't..." Her cries were stimulating, compelling and intoxicating in its own way. Her fingers found his back, digging into his flesh for better anchorage.
"Harder!" She yelled again, arching her hips into his, riding savagely with his thrusts
He didn't stop, he slapped harder, thrusting and retracting his hips faster than ever, his balls slapping her fold with that wet and obscene sound.
He bent to her neck, sucking and nibbling her warm skin. His breath drew desperate moans, cries that did nothing other than fueling their movements.
"Fuck, Amy! You're... so incredible and tight. I wanna get lost in you." He whispered into her neck, quickening her pulse in a maddening way.
"Do it!" She cried, jolting herself up to meet his body, their movements becoming an endless dance with perfection synchronization. "Bury yourself in me... bless me with your seed."
He grew wild, sending wild thumps into her walls, stretching and filling her completely in an endless cycle.
"Fvuckkkkkk... I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna..." Her voice strained, and waves of ecstacy coursed through her, coming undone.
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