Chapter 170. Almost Two Days Of Endless Love-Making...**
"William! William!" she began to chant, her voice breaking into ragged screams. "William, ahh! Fuck William!"
Her moans turned into desperate pleas as he found the exact angle that made her toes curl and her vision blur. She was no longer fighting him; she was chasing him, thrusting her hips back against his cock with every ounce of strength she had left.
""More, please, William, more!" she shrieked, her eyes rolling back. "Harder! Just AAAAAHHHH!"
Every time he bottomed out, hitting that sensitive spot deep inside her, she let out a sound that was almost inhuman, a high-pitched, keening wail that tore through the air.
The wetness between them was everywhere now, dripping down her thighs and pooling at her feet, slicking the wall and the floor as they danced their obscene, beautiful dance.
She was completely lost in him, a captive to the pleasure he was systematically carving into her soul, her screams becoming the only language she knew how to speak.
...
The sun had long since surrendered to the moon, and the room was bathed in the dim, amber glow of a single lamp, casting long, dancing shadows across the walls.
Time had become an abstract concept, meaningless in the face of the relentless, carnal marathon they had been running.
What had started as morning passion had spiraled into a fever dream that had spanned nearly forty-eight hours of near-constant intimacy.
The mattress was a disaster zone, damp, heavy, and slick with a cocktail of their combined fluids. Catherine lay sprawled across it, her palms pressed flat against the soaked sheets.
Every time she moved, there was a wet, squelching sound as her skin slid against the dried and fresh patches of cum and arousal. Her muscles weren’t just sore; they felt hollowed out, vibrating with a deep, bone-deep exhaustion that bordered on delirium.
"William..." she rasped, her voice barely a ghost of itself, shredded from hours of screaming.
She tried to push herself up, but her arms gave way immediately, sending her flopping back into the wet mess. "Please... stop..."
"We’ve been... we’ve been doing this forever..."
"Two days? Is it two days? I can’t... I think my body is going to shut off..."
"I can’t feel my legs anymore."
Her eyes were half-lidded, unfocused, tracking the way the lamplight caught the sweat glistening on William’s broad, muscular shoulders. She felt like she was floating in a warm, sticky sea of sensation and exhaustion.
William, however, looked like a man possessed. His skin was flushed, his eyes burning with an intensity that hadn’t dimmed for a single second.
Sweat dripped from his chin onto her chest as he hovered over her, his cock still swollen and leaking at the tip.
"Just one more, Catherine," he growled, his voice a low rumble that seemed to vibrate through the very bedframe.
He moved between her thighs again, the wet sound of his cock sliding against her slick entrance making her whimper involuntarily. "This is the last one."
"The last time I unleash everything inside you for today... I promise."
"But I’m not letting you sleep until you give me what I want."
He gripped her hips, lifting her slightly to reposition herself. "I want you to cum, Catherine."
"I want you to explode one more time so I know you’re mine before we sleep."
"I can’t... I’m too tired to cum..." she moaned, but even as she said it, her body betrayed her.
The mere contact of him sliding into her triggered a fresh wave of involuntary clenching.
Schlick... squelch...
"You can," William whispered fiercely, beginning to move.
The pace wasn’t the frantic assault from earlier; it was something different, slower, and deeper, each thrust designed to maximize the friction against her oversensitive walls. "Feel that?"
"That’s you wanting it... Feel how your body is already opening up for me."
"Nnnngh... ahh... William, no..." Her protest was weak, undermined by the way her hips instinctively rose to meet his thrusts.
The exhaustion was still there, but it was being overridden by a secondary wave of arousal that felt almost painful in its intensity.
"Come on, Catherine," he urged, his thrusts becoming more deliberate, each one hitting that sweet spot with devastating accuracy. "Let it go... Let it all out."
"I’m... I’m cumming..." she gasped, her fingers digging into the wet mattress, claws finding purchase in the soaked fabric.
Her breathing became erratic, short, shallow pants that filled the room. "William, oh god, I’m cumming!"
"I’m cumming too," William groaned, his own climax building like a tidal wave.
His movements became more urgent, the wet sounds of their bodies joining growing louder and more frantic. "Together, Catherine...! Right now!"
"Cumming!" she shrieked, her head throwing back as the first tremors of a massive, exhaustion-fueled climax began to ripple through her. "Cumming, William! AAAAAHHHHH!"
"Cumming!" he roared, his body tensing as he drove himself home one last time, his entire frame shaking with the force of his release.
The world dissolved into a white-hot explosion of pure sensation. As their voices cried out in unison, the dam finally broke.
William’s body went rigid, his muscles coiling like steel cables as he unleashed a torrent of semen so powerful it felt like he was pouring his very life force into her. At the same moment, Catherine’s body arched off the mattress in a violent, convulsive spasm.
Her inner walls seized around him in desperate, milking contractions that threatened to drain him dry.
"AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Catherine’s scream was primal, a sound that started deep in her lungs and tore through her throat as the climax crashed over her like a tsunami.
Her vision went completely black as every nerve ending in her body fired at once.
Inside her, the sensation was overwhelming. She could feel the hot, pulsing jets of William’s climax filling her up, each stroke of his cock pumping more liquid into her.
Her womb felt heavy, stretched to its absolute limit by the sheer volume of his seed. The fullness was so intense, so sudden, that her body couldn’t contain it all.
Even as William remained buried deep inside her, still twitching with the aftershocks of his release, Catherine felt the overflow.
Splurt... squelch... splosh...
The excess semen began to burst forth from her pussy, forced out by the pressure of his cock and the intensity of her own spasms. It flooded out between their joined bodies, warm and slick, spreading across her lower belly and soaking further into the already ruined mattress.
She felt the wetness cascading down her thighs, a constant stream of evidence of how thoroughly he had claimed her.
"Oh fuck... oh god..." William gasped, his voice breaking as he held himself inside her, savoring the way her body continued to clench around him in involuntary aftershocks.
He stayed there for several long seconds, breathing heavily against her neck, letting the connection linger while the last of his strength ebbed away.
Finally, with a wet, sucking sound, PLOP, PLOP, he pulled out.
The sudden absence of him made Catherine whimper, a broken, needy sound. She couldn’t even lift her head.
She simply slumped back into the soaked mattress, her limbs splayed out like a broken doll’s. Her skin was flushed a deep crimson, slick with sweat and fluids, and her hair was plastered to her forehead.
William sat back on his heels, panting heavily, his chest rising and falling in ragged gulps. He looked down at them, at the mess they had made, at the evidence of their two-day marathon.
The sheets were completely saturated, a glistening tableau of their passion. He looked at Catherine’s pussy, which was still weeping his semen in steady pulses, the white fluid mixing with her own arousal as it trickled down onto the bed.
"Look at what you did to me, Catherine," he whispered breathlessly, staring at his own masterpiece. "Look at what we did."
Catherine couldn’t respond with words. She lay there in a state of complete sensory overload.
Her face was the picture of exhausted ecstasy, her lips swollen and parted, her eyes half-lidded and glassy, her cheeks flushed. She looked completely wrecked, utterly spent, but there was something in her expression that spoke of a terrifyingly deep satisfaction.
She had a look of raw, unadulterated horniness that even exhaustion couldn’t fully extinguish; her body still seemed to hum with the residual electricity of the climax.
"Mmmmnnn..." she managed a weak, throaty moan as she stared up at the ceiling, her chest heaving. "Too much... William... you really did it..."
She was completely undone, a hollowed-out shell of a woman who had been pushed past every possible limit, left to drown in the aftermath of their shared surrender.