Chapter 106: Insatiable**
Clara pushed Lucian onto his back and climbed on top of him. Her blonde hair fell around her face like a curtain, her eyes dark with hunger.
"Round two," she whispered.
She reached between her legs, wrapped her fingers around his dick, and positioned it at her entrance. The tip pressed against her wet folds — hot, slick, ready.
She sank down.
"Aaaahhhhh—"
Clara’s mouth fell open. Her back arched as inch after inch slid inside her — stretching her, filling her, pressing deep. Her walls clenched around him, tight and hot and trembling.
"Nnngh— so deep—" she gasped.
Lucian gripped her hips. His thumbs pressed into her pale skin as she started to move.
She rode him slowly at first — rolling her hips, grinding down, taking him to the hilt with every movement. Her breasts bounced with each motion, her nipples hard and flushed.
Pam. Pam. Pam.
"Aah— aah— ahhn— Kael—"
Lucian thrust up to meet her. The sound of their bodies colliding filled the room.
Pam. Pam. Pam. Pam.
"Fuck— faster—" Clara moaned.
Lucian flipped her.
Clara gasped as her back hit the mattress. Lucian was between her legs in an instant, his dick still buried inside her. He grabbed both her thighs and pushed them wide apart.
He started thrusting.
Pam-pam-pam-pam—
"AAAHHN—" Clara’s fingers clawed at the sheets. Her breasts bounced with every impact. "Yes— ahhh— like that— nngh—"
Lucian was relentless. Each thrust drove deep, his hips slapping against hers, the sound sharp and wet.
Squelch. Squelch. Squelch.
Her pussy was dripping — their combined fluids splashing out with every movement, soaking the sheets beneath them.
"Aah— aah— aah— I’m close— aaahhh—"
Lucian leaned down and caught one of her bouncing breasts in his mouth. He sucked hard, his tongue flicking the nipple while his hips never stopped.
"NNNGH— Kael— ahhh— I’m cumming— AAAHHHN—"
Clara’s body seized. Her walls clamped down on him like a vice — pulsing, milking — as her orgasm ripped through her. Her back arched off the bed. Her toes curled.
Lucian didn’t stop. He fucked her through it — hard, deep strokes that extended her orgasm.
"Ah... ah... ah... — nngh— so much—"
He pulled out. His dick was glistening — coated in her juices, throbbing, aching.
Clara looked up at him through hazy eyes. Then she pushed herself up and grabbed his dick.
"My turn again."
She pressed her breasts together around his shaft — soft, warm, full. His dick disappeared between them, the tip poking out the top with each stroke.
"Aahhn—" Lucian groaned.
Clara moved her breasts up and down, working his dick with slow, deliberate strokes. She leaned her head down and took the tip into her mouth — sucking, swirling her tongue — while her breasts squeezed the base.
"Nnngh— Clara— ahhh—"
The dual sensation was overwhelming. The soft warmth of her breasts around his shaft. The wet heat of her mouth on the tip. Her tongue working circles.
Schlop. Schlop. Schlop.
"Fuck— I’m close—"
Clara sucked harder. Her hands squeezed her breasts tighter around him. She looked up — her blue eyes meeting his crimson ones — and took him deep into her throat.
"AAAHHN—"
Lucian came. His dick throbbed between her breasts, and thick ropes of cum shot into her mouth and across her chest. White fluid splashed onto her collarbones, her neck, the tops of her breasts.
Clara swallowed what was in her mouth and kept stroking him with her breasts, milking every last drop.
Gulp.
She released him with a wet smack and looked down at herself. Cum dripped from her chin. Her chest was glazed white. Trails of it ran down between her breasts and over her stomach.
"You made a mess," she murmured.
"You look good like that."
Clara rolled her eyes but didn’t argue.
Lucian was still hard.
Clara stared at his dick.
"How are you still—"
Lucian pushed her back onto the bed. Clara laughed but spread her legs anyway.
He entered her again.
"Aaahhh—"
Pam. Pam. Pam.
Another round. Clara’s moans filled the room again — louder now. Her body was sensitive from the previous orgasms. Every thrust sent sparks through her nerves.
"*Ah— ah— ahhn— Kael— nngh— too sensitive— ahhh—"
Lucian grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head. He fucked her harder — deeper — the bed frame slamming against the wall.
Bam. Bam. Bam.
"AAAHHN— I’m cumming again— aaahhh—"
She came. Her walls squeezed him. Her body shook.
He kept going.
Pam. Pam. Pam. Pam.
"Ah— ah— ah— please— nngh— I can’t— ahhh—"
He came inside her. Hot cum flooded her pussy, mixing with her own juices, overflowing onto the sheets.
Clara lay there, trembling, covered in sweat and cum. Her blonde hair was plastered to her face. Her chest rose and fell with shallow breaths.
Lucian pulled out. Another flood of white fluid poured from her swollen, stretched entrance.
Clara didn’t move.
Hours passed.
The room was dark now. The only light came from the faint glow of the city outside the window.
Clara was lying on her stomach, her face buried in a pillow. Her body was covered in cum — dried and fresh mixed together across her back, her ass, her thighs. The sheets beneath her were ruined beyond recognition.
Lucian lay beside her. Still hard.
Clara lifted her head slightly. "What time is it?"
"Almost morning."
"You’re joking."
"No."
She groaned into the pillow. "My pussy is sore."
Lucian sat up. He grabbed Clara by the waist and lifted her off the bed as if she weighed nothing.
"Ah— what are you—"
He stood. Clara’s legs wrapped around his waist instinctively. His dick pressed against her sore, cum-soaked entrance.
"Lucian— I just said—"
He kissed her.
Mwah.
Clara’s protest died in her mouth. Her arms wrapped around his neck. She kissed him back — desperately, hungrily — as he lowered her onto his dick.
"AAAAAHHHHN—"
He filled her completely. Clara broke the kiss, her head falling back, a loud moan echoing off the walls.
Lucian held her by the thighs and started moving. He lifted her up and down on his dick — her body weight driving him deeper with every drop.
Pam. Pam. Pam.
"*Aah— aah— ahhn— Kael— ahhh—"
Clara’s moans were muffled against his mouth as he kissed her again. His tongue explored her mouth while his dick pounded into her from below.
Mwah. Pam. Mwah. Pam.
Her breasts pressed against his chest, soft and warm, her nipples hard. Her fingers clawed at his back, leaving red lines across his pale skin.
Squelch. Squelch. Squelch.
"Nnngh— I’m— ahhh— I’m cumming— AAAHHHN—"
Clara’s body convulsed in his arms. Her walls clamped down so tight that Lucian groaned into her mouth. He thrust up hard — once, twice, three times — and came inside her.
"Aaahnn..." Clara whimpered as she felt the warmth flood her already overflowing pussy.
Lucian held her there, still buried inside her, his dick still hard.
Clara pulled her face back and looked at him. Her blue eyes were half-lidded, exhausted, but there was a flicker of disbelief in them.
"You’re still hard."
Lucian said nothing.
Clara groaned and let her head drop against his shoulder. Her voice came out as a pout.
"Fuck my ass instead. My pussy is already sore."
Lucian carried her to the bed and set her down on her hands and knees. Cum dripped from her swollen pussy, running down her inner thighs in thick white streams.
Clara looked back at him over her shoulder, her expression a mix of exhaustion and anticipation.
Lucian positioned himself behind her. His dick — still slick with her juices and his cum — pressed against her ass entrance.
Clara gripped the sheets.