Chapter 17: Pound Me Harder R18+
Amira watched through heavy-lidded eyes. "My turn," she said, pushing against his chest.
He rolled onto his back, and she straddled him immediately. Her hand found his cock, already hard again, and guided it to her entrance. She hovered for a moment, teasing, letting the head press against her slick folds without entering.
"Please," he said, the word rough.
She smiled and sank down.
"Arrrgh"! Xavier moaned while clenching his fist.
The sensation was overwhelming . Hot, tight, perfect. She took him fully, seating herself on his hips, and paused to let them both adjust. Her inner muscles clenched around him, squeezing, milking. Then she began to move.
At first, slow and deliberate, she lifted and dropped, finding a rhythm that made his eyes roll back. Her hands braced on his chest, fingers splayed over his pecs. She rolled her hips at the top of each rise, grinding against his base, rubbing her clit against the coarse hair of his pelvis. The wet sounds of their joining filled the room, punctuated by moans and gasps.
"Ride me," he groaned, hands gripping her hips. "Ride that cock."
She picked up the pace, thighs flexing as she bounced faster. Her breasts swayed with the motion, and he reached up to cup them, thumbs flicking over the nipples. The dual stimulation pushed her higher. She leaned back, changing the angle, letting him plunge deeper with each descent. The new position rubbed against her most sensitive spot, and she cried out, words dissolving into incoherent pleas.
"Fuck me. Fuck your tight pussy. Harder."
He thrust upward to meet her, driving deeper, faster. Their bodies slapped together, skin slick with sweat. The melody in the background seemed distant now, drowned out by their shared sounds. She came again, shattering with a scream, pussy clenching around him in waves.
But they weren’t done.
He rolled them over, positioning her on hands and knees. The doggy style was intimate and raw — him behind, one hand gripping her hip, the other guiding his cock back into her soaked hole. He entered in one smooth thrust, burying himself to the hilt.
"Fuck yes," she moaned, pushing back against him.
He set a punishing pace, pounding into her relentlessly. Each thrust drove her forward, her hands slipping on the sheets. He leaned over her back, reaching around to find her clit. Fingers rubbed in tight circles while his cock slammed into her from behind.
"That’s it. Take it. Take every inch."
She was babbling now, a stream of dirty words and pleas. "Yes, yes, fuck me hard. Fill me up. Use my pussy. Don’t stop."
He didn’t. He drove into her with increasing urgency, the angle hitting deep, hitting that perfect spot. Her knuckles were white where she gripped the sheets. Her moans had become one continuous sound, punctuated by sharp gasps with each of his thrusts.
"Yes.. Fuck me harder" she yelled occasionally with a soft low tone.
He slowed, letting the tension build, then ramped up again. The push and pull drove her wild. She begged for more, for harder, for release. He gave it to her, pounding into her until she came again, body shuddering, collapsing onto her stomach.
He followed her down, keeping himself buried as they lay together. The position shifted to a collapsed doggy — her body flat on the bed, him covering her, still thrusting. The motion was more grinding now, less pounding, but no less intense. Every slow drag pulled moans from both of them.
He bit her shoulder gently, breath hot against her ear. "One more," he whispered. "Cum with me."
She nodded, reaching back to grip his thigh. He thrust deeper, slower, building toward the peak. Her pussy fluttered around him, signaling her approaching release. He pushed harder, angled differently, and felt her tighten, heard her breath catch.
"Yes, yes, yes....urghhh"
They came together, a wave that crested and broke, his release spilling hot inside her, her walls milking him through every pulse. They stayed like that, connected, breathing hard, bodies slick with sweat.
The melody in the background had changed to something slower, softer. The city lights twinkled outside. The king-sized bed held them in its embrace.
He pulled out slowly, rolling onto his back. Amira turned to face him, tracing patterns on his chest with a fingertip.
"Dirty enough for you?" he asked.
She smiled, She leaned in and kissed him softly, her lips lingering, tasting the salt of sweat and the sweetness of their shared release. He responded by deepening the kiss, tongue sliding against hers in a slow, lazy dance. Their hands began to roam again, but this time with a different urgency—not the frantic hunger of before, but a tender, exploring touch.
Xavier’s fingers traced the curve of her spine, dipping into the small of her back, then lower, cupping the firm globe of her ass. He squeezed gently, pressing her closer, feeling the heat still radiating from between her thighs. Amira moaned into the kiss, her own hand sliding up his chest, wrapping around his neck, pulling him tight. She broke the kiss to trail her lips along his jaw, down his throat, sucking softly at the pulse point. He tilted his head back, offering more, his hand still kneading her ass, fingers digging into the soft flesh.
"You’re insatiable," he murmured, voice husky with exhaustion.
"Just greedy," she whispered back, nipping at his earlobe.
They shifted, tangling their legs together, reaching for the discarded bedsheet that had bunched at the foot of the mattress. He pulled it up, wrapping it around them both, cocooning their naked bodies in the crisp white fabric. The cool linen felt good against their overheated skin. Amira nestled her head into the crook of his shoulder, one leg thrown over his thigh, her hand resting flat on his chest, feeling the slow, steady thump of his heart.
Xavier kissed the top of her head, breathing in the scent of her hair musk, sex, and something floral from the hotel’s shampoo. The city lights flickered beyond the window, distant and silent. The melody had faded to a soft hum, barely audible over their synchronized breathing. Fatigue settled into their bones, heavy and sweet.
He turned onto his side, pulling her with him, spooning her from behind. His arm wrapped around her waist, hand splayed over her stomach, pulling her back against his chest. She sighed, content, her fingers lacing with his. The sheets rustled as they settled, finding the perfect fit.
"Goodnight, bad boy," she whispered, her voice already thick with sleep.
He pressed a kiss to her shoulder blade. "Goodnight."
Within minutes, their breathing evened out, hearts slowing, bodies melting into the mattress. The king-sized bed held them close, and the city watched over them as they drifted into a deep, satisfied sleep.