She didn't even get off him. Just smiled wickedly, rolled her hips again, and leaned in.
"One more."
Zura groaned. "You're gonna kill me."
"Then die inside me," she whispered.
And she started moving again.
This time, it wasn't slow.
She rode him hard from the start, hands on his chest, hips slamming down over and over until the sound of skin hitting skin echoed off the walls.
Zura grabbed her hips and flipped her.
Just like that, he was on top. Her legs wrapped around him. He didn't wait.
He thrust deep—rough, quick, grinding into her with all the pent-up fire he had left.
She cried out, eyes rolling back. "Fuck, yes!"
He leaned down, lips near her ear. "Now it's my turn."
He pinned her arms above her head and started pounding her. Each thrust drove the breath out of her lungs.
Venessa gasped, her body jerking with each movement. Her thighs trembled.
He kissed her hard, biting her lip, and then without warning—pulled out.
She whined, confused. "What are you—?"
He flipped her onto her stomach.
"On your knees."
She obeyed fast, ass up, face down.
He grabbed her waist and slid back inside, thrusting all the way in one go. Her mouth opened in a silent scream.
He fucked her like that, hard and fast. His hand tangled in her hair. The other smacked her ass.
She was moaning nonstop, begging now.
"Zura, fuck~ yes~ more~!"
He leaned over her back, hips still moving. "More?"
"Yes~ please~ don't stop~!"
He didn't.
He grabbed both her wrists and yanked her arms back while still inside her. She gasped. The new angle hit deep, fast, perfect.
She came again, loud and shaking.
Zura pulled out and turned her over. Again.
This time, he held her legs up over his shoulders and went deep.
Slow. Deep. And Hard.
She couldn't even speak now. Just gasps. Whimpers.
Then he bent her legs further, folded her in half, and thrust harder than before.
She screamed his name.
When he felt his own climax rushing, he pulled her close, buried deep, and came with a growl.
They both collapsed.
A sweaty, trembling mess.
Venessa was smiling, half-lidded.
"You win."
Zura chuckled. "Not keeping score."
Venessa slid off him slowly, a string of slickness trailing between them as she moved back, her thighs still trembling.
Zura lay there, chest rising and falling, his cock twitching, wet and glazed from their mess. He didn't even get the chance to say a word.
Venessa licked her lips.
She dropped between his legs without a word, eyes locked on his soaked shaft, and let her tongue slide out. One long, slow lick—starting from the base, dragging up to the swollen tip.
Zura groaned. "Shit…"
Venessa smirked.
She did it again, slower this time, collecting everything. Her mouth moved like she was tasting something she didn't want to waste—swirling her tongue around his tip, then sucking it in gently, just enough to make him twitch.
Her fingers wrapped around the base, holding him steady as she cleaned every inch. She didn't rush. She kissed along the shaft, sucked softly where his cum had dripped, then pressed her tongue flat and dragged it up again.
Zura watched, biting his lip. "That's insane…"
"You made a mess," Venessa said, voice husky as she let his tip pop from her mouth, glistening. "It's only fair I take care of it."
Then she went deeper.
One slow push. Her lips wrapped around him, taking more and more until her nose brushed his skin. No gag. Just heat and control.
She pulled back with a loud slurp, strings of spit and cum trailing from her lips, then dove in again—this time faster, wet, messy sounds filling the room.
Zura's hands fisted the sheets.
"Fuck, Venessa—"
She sucked harder, bobbing her head, her cheeks hollowed, tongue swirling each time she reached the top. His cock was already trying to rise again, twitching in her grip, and she noticed.
Her eyes met his—dark, knowing—and she didn't stop.
Her hand stroked the base while her mouth focused on the head, twisting and sucking like she was hungry for more. She moaned around him, letting the vibration ripple through his body.
Zura gasped. "You're gonna make me—"
She pushed deeper again, held him in, her throat flexing, swallowing.
When she pulled off, a line of spit stretched from her tongue to his tip. She smiled, licking the mess off her lips.
"All clean," she whispered. "But you're not done yet."
She gave his cock one last stroke—slow, from base to tip—then kissed it, lips soft and warm, before crawling back up to straddle him again, her slickness already dripping down onto him.
Her smile was wicked.
"Round three?"
Venessa didn't give him a choice.
Still slick from her cleaning, she reached down, grabbed him by the base, and lined him up against her entrance. Then, slowly, she sat down.
Lap to lap. No space between them.
Her thighs wrapped around his sides. His cock slid in inch by inch, swallowed by her heat, and her breath caught halfway through. Zura grunted, head leaning back, but Venessa leaned forward, hands on his chest, hips rocking gently.
"Mmh… You like it when I take it like this?" she whispered against his lips.
He nodded, barely holding it together.
Venessa rolled her hips, slow at first, keeping their eyes locked. Her ass smacked down with every push, wet slaps echoing between them. She leaned in and kissed him—softly first, then rough—while grinding deeper.
Her voice was low. "Look at you… melting like that."
Zura tried to grab her hips, but she pushed his hands down. "No. You sit back. Let me use you."
And she did.
Her pace picked up, hips bouncing in smooth rhythm, her moans turning louder. Zura's breath hitched every time she bottomed out.
"Venessa…" he gasped.
But she didn't stop until he was trembling.
Then, without a word, she pulled off him and turned.
"Lie down," she said, crawling beside him.
Zura obeyed, and she backed into him, ass pressing against his groin, grabbing his cock and guiding it back in from behind.
Spooning. Her back flush against his chest, his arms wrapped around her waist.
He slid in deep, and she let out a long moan, biting her lip as she began to move, slow and deliberate, grinding her ass back into him with each thrust.
Zura kissed her neck. "You feel amazing."
She smiled, tilting her head to let him nibble her jawline. Her hand grabbed his, fingers interlocking over her belly as she kept fucking him in smooth, rolling motions.
"You're twitching," she whispered. "You're close again, aren't you?"
He grunted.
She tightened her walls around him.
He almost lost it.
But she wasn't done.
Venessa suddenly pulled away, rolled forward, and got on all fours.
She looked back over her shoulder, her hair sticking to her sweaty face. "Now give me all of it."
Doggy.
Zura didn't hesitate. He got behind her, grabbed her hips, and thrust in deep, making her gasp. No teasing. Just raw, hard motion.
He slammed into her, the sound of flesh against flesh echoing with every slap. Her ass bounced back with each thrust, and she clawed at the sheets, eyes rolling back.
Zura grabbed her waist tighter, then one hand slid up to grip her hair, pulling just enough to make her arch her back.
Venessa moaned louder, her voice breaking. "Fuck—harder!"
He did.
Hard. Deep. Brutal.
Her legs shook, her arms gave out, and she collapsed forward, but he didn't stop. He held her hips up and kept going, hips slamming into her ass over and over until his thighs slapped her soaked folds.
Her body trembled. "I-I'm cumming again—!"
And then she did. Hard.
Zura wasn't far behind.
A few more thrusts, a growl deep in his throat, and he came, deep inside her, flooding her with heat.
They both froze in place, panting hard.
Then slowly, gently, he pulled out.
Venessa turned around on shaky arms and leaned down again, that look in her eyes returning—dark, teasing, insatiable.
She licked her lips. "Time to clean you up again."
And she crawled between his legs, ready to savor every last drop.