Varder pulled out of her, his cockhead bathed in cum and her juices, "suck my cock" He said to her, her eyes widened in surprise but she obeyed all the same, she got down from the sofa and got on her knees, her eyes eyeing his cock, she leaned into him and put her mouth on him, she bathed his tongue head, and tongued his slit.
He grunted as a bolt of pure lust shot from his balls to the head of his cock. "Fuck!" he hissed through clenched teeth, throbbing so hard it hurt. He jerked into that stern mouth of hers with a sharp thrust, grabbing her head tightly to him, forcing his horse sized cock into her throat so suddenly that she gagged,her eyes tearing up from the sheer size of him
He was thrilled at the force building inside his body. But not yet; he didn't want to come yet. She pulled at the taut skin of his sac as she massaged his aching balls.
He shuddered, fighting to halt the growing
tide, and losing. Her hot sucking mouth was too much—too much—and he fucked into her with brutal thrusts. Yes, yes, yes, his savage jerks alerted her to his impending climax—and she took him in her throat's embrace and swallowed in a rhythmic massaging motion that tore the orgasm out of his body. Varder embedded himself deeply and held her full of his cock, emptying his balls in violent, hot jets down her throat, coming so hard he hurt. Hazel gave him a soft, sucking stroke, milking the last of his seed, her clever mouth overpowering his addled brain, making varder forget everything, He shuddered and collapsed back against the seat, pushing hazel's head off his now painfully sensitive cock. He tucked his wilted cock back in his trousers and left the room.
~ HAZEL
The door clicked shut behind him.
I stayed on my knees for a moment. Not weakness. Just taking stock.
My throat hurt. The rest of me ached in ways I hadn't anticipated. I hadn't accounted for the full reality of him and my body was making that clear in no uncertain terms, but I loved every second of it, I hadn't expected his cock to be so big though, my body still pulsed with the aftershocks of my orgasms.
I stood up and bent using the lingerie to clean the floor where my juices dripped while I was sucking him off.
Finding my footing, I Straightened the red lingerie. Ran my tongue over the inside of my mouth and swallowed carefully against the soreness.
Worth it.
I caught my reflection in the cabinet glass. Swollen lips. Bright eyes. Hair destroyed. I looked exactly like what I was — a woman who had gotten what she came for.
I picked up my wrap from the floor, put it on, and walked out.
My shower was hot enough to sting.
I stood under it and let it work through the aches and I thought about his dreamy eyes when he plunged inside me, how he if ored my cries and whimpers and I could feel my body getting aroused again. A smile curled my lips and my heart felt so full like I was about to explode with happiness.
I dried off. Found clothes. Sat at my mirror and rebuilt my face with the practiced efficiency of someone who understood that appearance was its own kind of language and I had something specific to say today.
I looked at myself when I was done.
Four corridor away my sister was sitting in her crushed wedding dress in her husband's bed not knowing what had happened in the room he'd walked out to.
I was going to fix that.
I stood up and opened my door and went to find Ava.