Chapter 330: What’s your name?**
He couldn’t remember if there had ever been a time when a woman he had met only minutes ago was already riding his cock.
He didn’t know her name. He didn’t need to. She was here, thighs straddling his hips, waist rolling in a slow, deliberate sway that sank every thick inch of him deep inside her.
Wet heat clamped around him, slick and greedy, the soft walls of her cunt fluttering with every downward slide.
"Mm... I have never experienced anything like this." Her moan spilled out low and throaty. Her hands clamped hard around his shoulders, nails biting into the muscle as she rocked.
"And how many experiences do you have?" Luke asked, voice rough.
One broad hand settled on the heavy curve of her arse, fingers sinking into the soft pillow of flesh, kneading, spreading her open so he could feel every wet glide of her body taking him.
She grinned, eyes half-lidded, lips parted. "Just one. Ahhh... Nnngh..."
The cry tore out of her when he suddenly flipped them. Her back hit the cool stone of the cave floor. He pinned her there, hips driving forward hard, no more gentle sway.
*Pah. Pah. Pah.*
The wet slap of skin on skin filled the cave. His cock punched deep, thick and relentless, dragging against every sensitive ridge inside her.
Each thrust forced a sharp gasp from her throat. He lifted her legs, hooked them high, and rammed home after every withdrawal, burying himself to the root so the head of his cock kissed the deepest part of her.
"You are used to mating," he growled, watching her tits bounce with every impact. "Do the men of your tribe enjoy it?"
She could barely form words. Her hands pressed flat against the rough wall above her head, fingers curling into the stone as he fucked her open.
"Enjoy it? Mm... they live for it... aah..." Her voice broke on a high, helpless sound when he angled deeper.
Luke’s mind flicked to the difference. In the world he came from, men often treated sex like a duty, a means to an end. Here, it seemed, they lived for the act itself.
"But they are savages," she managed, cupping his face with trembling hands. Her palms were warm, damp with sweat. "Just shoving it in and out... I have seen it and felt it, so I know. But you... you are different."
He chuckled, dark and throaty, then caught her little finger between his teeth and bit down just hard enough to make her yelp. The sharp sting made her cunt clench hard around him.
He lifted her legs higher, settled them over his shoulders, and raised her hips until only her shoulders touched the ground.
The new angle let him drive straight down into her, pinning her completely, cock spearing deep on every brutal stroke.
"Let me show you how savage I myself could be."
He gave her no time to answer. His hips snapped forward in a hard, punishing rhythm.
The wet sound of their bodies meeting grew louder, faster. Her juices coated his shaft and dripped down over his balls.
Every thrust forced a broken moan from her open mouth. Her breasts jolted. Her eyes went glassy. The tight, silky grip of her cunt fluttered and squeezed around him as if it couldn’t decide whether to push him out or pull him deeper.
He fucked her like he meant to ruin her for anyone else, deep and relentless, until the only thing she could do was cling to him and take it.
"Ah...ahh...don’t stop...I have never...Nnngh..."
He kept the merciless pace, hips slamming forward so hard the wet slap of skin echoed off the cave walls.
Every thrust drove his cock to the hilt, the thick head battering the deepest part of her while the heavy drag of his shaft rubbed over the swollen, sensitive place inside that made her see stars.
Her legs trembled on his shoulders. The soft flesh of her thighs quivered against his chest. Sweat slicked her skin, making her glisten in the dim light.
Her cunt clenched around him in helpless little pulses, growing tighter, wetter, the slick sounds of their fucking turning filthy and loud.
"Look at you," he growled, voice rough with strain. He watched her face twist, watched her mouth fall open on a silent scream as he pounded harder. "Met me just moments ago and already taking my shape."
She tried to answer but only a broken, high-pitched whimper escaped. Her hands scrabbled against the stone above her head, fingers curling into fists. Her back arched clean off the ground. The heavy bounce of her breasts grew wilder with every impact.
He felt it building in her. The way her inner walls fluttered and gripped, the way her juices soaked his balls and the insides of her thighs.
He shifted the angle just slightly, grinding the base of his cock against her clit on every downward stroke.
That was all it took.
Her whole body locked. A raw, shattered cry tore from her throat as the orgasm slammed through her.
Her cunt clamped down on him in fierce, rhythmic spasms, milking his cock in tight, fluttering waves.
Her legs shook violently on his shoulders. Her toes curled. Her hips jerked upward in helpless little thrusts even as he kept fucking her through it, forcing the pleasure higher until she was sobbing.
She came hard, broken and quivering beneath him, every muscle trembling, her voice cracking on each desperate moan.
Tears of overstimulation gathered at the corners of her eyes. Her cunt kept pulsing around him long after the first peak, aftershocks rolling through her in sharp, uncontrollable spasms that made her whimper every time he bottomed out.
Groaning, he pulled out his member and pushed a hefty amount of thick fluid all over her stomach and cunt, drenching her in his essence.
After a few moments, they finally calmed down before Luke asked, "By the way...what is your name?"
"..."
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