Extra: Yandere Milfs Obsessed with me!-Chapter 63: Insatiable Woman (2) [+18]

Irene was still panting, her cheek pressed against Kaiser’s muscular and sweaty shoulder, her own body trembling from the last shivers of orgasm. A heavy, moist heat pulsed between her thighs, her intimate muscles still clenched and contracted around him, hypersensitive, almost painful.

Kaiser didn’t give her time to catch her breath. With a brutal movement, he withdrew halfway, flesh sliding over flesh, then thrust back in with a sharp, deep stroke, all the way to the hilt.

"Aaaah! Hnnng... W-wait!" she moaned, her voice hoarse and broken. Her blue-green eyes, misty, widened. "I just came, it’s too sensitive!" Her hands, with nails painted pink, gripped Kaiser’s knotted forearms as if to push him away, but she lacked the strength, and her nails instead dug into his pale skin, leaving thin red streaks. 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

He didn’t respond, his hot breath caressing her shoulder. His fingers immediately slid up her torso, finding the hardened pink tips of her pale breasts, still marked from the pressure of his chest. He pinched them hard, twisting them precisely, tearing a new high-pitched moan from the duchess. "Hyiii!"

At the same time, he resumed his rhythm, fast, relentless. Slap-slap-slap! Each violent thrust made their pelvises smack loudly against each other, her flesh quivering under the impact.

"Kaiser... I... Hnn! Ah! Too... too hard..." she protested, but her own body, despite her words, was already arching toward him, the curve of her back deepening. The cold air on her damp skin made her shiver.

He slipped a hand between them, his thumb effortlessly finding her swollen, glistening, and soaked clit. He rubbed it in quick, firm circles, without mercy, while continuing to pound her deeply. Schlak-schlak-schlak!

"Hyaaaaaaah!" A hoarse cry, almost a sob, escaped her, her head thrown back. Her pale legs, veined with blue on the inside of her thighs, tightened reflexively around his waist, her calves crossing over his lower back.

Then, without warning, he withdrew completely with a wet sound. Pflit.

"H-hein?" Irene gasped, unbalanced by the sudden emptiness.

She didn’t have time to protest further: he grabbed her narrow hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh, flipped her over with a brusque gesture, and slammed her stomach down against the polished, cold surface of the desk.

Her full, heavy breasts crushed against the wood, the hardened nipples rubbing against the smooth surface. She gasped, surprised by the cold contact, as he firmly lifted her hips with one hand, exposing her round, pale backside, still marked red where his fingers had gripped.

Kaiser grabbed her buttocks with both hands, spread them slightly, revealing her glistening, parted sex, then thrust into her again. Schlllopp!

"GYAAAAH!" Irene screamed, her forehead and palms now pressed against the desk, her slender fingers vainly scratching the varnished wood, leaving no trace.

Slap! His broad hand came down on the curve of her right buttock. The flesh jiggled, reddening instantly.

"Ah!" A short, cut-off cry.

Slap! On the left, harder.

He seized her two slender wrists, crossed them brutally in the small of her back, holding them with one powerful hand, and began taking her violently again. Paf! Paf! Paf! Each thrust made her entire body shake, made her reddening buttocks smack against his pelvis. The sound of flesh being struck echoed, an obscene metronome, in the silent room.

Slap! Paf! Slap! Paf! Ah! Hnnng! The impacts, the muffled moans, Kaiser’s hoarse panting all mingled. Irene, her face turned to the side, mouth open letting drool trickle out, could only submit and feel, each violent sensation pushing her deeper into her arousal.

"You wanted it harder, didn’t you?" he growled between two ragged breaths, his voice scraped raw by the effort.

Irene only responded with a long, continuous moan, "Mmmmhhhh...", her wet, trembling lips. Tears of pleasure and overload beaded on the edge of her lashes, running in thin trails over her temples. He released her wrists marked with red imprints, grabbed a thick handful of her olive-green hair, and pulled her head back, exposing the long, taut line of her throat, her pulse pounding wildly under the thin skin. With his other hand, broad and calloused, he slid under her chin, his palm warming the curve of her jaw, and closed his fingers around her neck. The pressure was firm, precise, not squeezing, but enough for her to feel every knuckle, every burning point of contact.

"Do you feel my hand?" he murmured against the shell of her ear, his own breath hot and fast. "Do you feel where I could go?"

"Yes... ah, yes, Kaiser..." she gasped, the words muffled.

He accelerated again, the muscles in his pelvis contracting deeply, his hips slapping relentlessly against the curve of her buttocks, a sound of flesh being struck, clap-clap-clap, rhythmic and dull. His hard, burning cock filled her completely with each thrust, rubbing a spot so sensitive that she saw white flashes behind her eyelids.

"Kaiser... I... I’m going to again— Aaaah! Hnnngh!"

Her body stiffened abruptly, shoulders arching back, fingers clawing at the varnished wood of the desk. A second orgasm, more violent than the first, coursed through her like an electric shock, tearing a hoarse cry from her.

"Ah! AH!" Her legs buckled, her internal muscles contracting violently around him in spasmodic waves, her cries turning into muffled sobs of pleasure, "Hiii... hiii...", little hiccups of air.

She trembled everywhere, mouth wide open in a silent "O", saliva beading at the corner, eyes rolled back showing only a thin crescent of dull green.

Kaiser continued moving inside her, slower but deeper, prolonging the wave until she collapsed completely, the upper part of her body slumped on the desk, cheek crushed against the cold surface, panting, defeated, each exhalation a little "hou... hou..." breath.

He remained buried in her for a few more seconds, short of breath in his broad chest, the skin of his torso glistening with sweat against her back. Then he leaned forward slowly, his warm weight gently crushing her, his dry lips brushing her damp, salty shoulder.

"That was hard," he murmured, his voice a low growl against her skin.

She redoubled her efforts, hand and mouth working together, sucking, licking, pressing. She felt the familiar pulse, the imminent tremor at the root. She didn’t pull back. She took him deeper, nose against his skin, accepting him entirely.

A hoarse groan escaped him, an animal sound. "Uhn!"

His hips lifted from the armchair in a jerk. Irene squeezed her eyes shut tightly, her own tears running down her cheeks. She felt the hot, salty taste flood her, the pulsations deep in her throat. She swallowed, without breaking contact, until the last drops subsided and the fingers in her hair finally relaxed, sliding over her damp nape.

She stayed there, forehead against his lower abdomen, exhausted, drained, the taste of him filling her mouth. The only sound was their breathing, both gradually returning to a normal rhythm. Kaiser’s hand remained for a moment on her nape, heavy, almost possessive, before falling onto the armrest of the chair.