Forbidden Cravings-Chapter 17: The Endless Sex Night (R-18)

"Ahh... ahh... ah... yeah... so good... ahh..." Mrs. Elora moaned above me, straddling my hips, her voice breaking with every thrust.

She rocked hard, slamming her pussy down on my dick, letting it hit deep inside her, her insiders clenching around me as she rode. The red lights flickered over her sweaty skin, her blonde hair bouncing wild with every move, and the music pulsed loud, matching the frantic beat of her hips.

"Arghh..." I groaned, my hands shooting up to grope her boobs right in front of me. They were soft and full, jiggling with her rhythm, and I grabbed her nipples, pulling them gently between my fingers as she moved up and down. The tug made her gasp, her moans hitching higher.

"Ahhh... I'm gonna cum..." I said, my voice tight, the pressure building fast in my dick. My hands dropped to her hips, gripping the curves there, pulling her closer, deeper, my nails digging into her skin.

"Yeahh... give me... fill me up...ahh.." she begged, leaning down to kiss me, her lips crashing into mine, hot and desperate. Her tongue shoved in, messy and wild, as she kept riding me.

I couldn't just sit there anymore—amidst her grinding, I started moving too, thrusting up into her hard, meeting her halfway.

*Slap... slap...* The sound took over, loud and fast, our thighs smacking together as I fucked her with everything I had.

The couch creaked under us, rocking with the force, and her body couldn't keep up—she froze for a second, overwhelmed, letting me take over as I slammed my hard cock into her wet pussy.

"Arghh... yeah..." I groaned, fucking her at my hardest, my hands guiding her hips down onto me.

Her pussy walls clenched tight around my dick, squeezing me as I rode inside her, wet and hot, pulling me closer to the edge.

Our lips stayed locked, her saliva dripping from her mouth into mine, a slick mess as she went crazy, her moans vibrating against my tongue.

"Yeah... ahh... ahhhh... ahhhuuhhh... I'm going crazy... ahhh..." she moaned into my mouth, her voice shaking, desperate, spilling out between gasps.

Her eyes rolled up, whites flashing, and a wide, wild grin spread across her face, like she was lost in it completely.

"FUCK!! Arghhhh..." I hit my limit, a final groan tearing out of me as I thrust my dick deep—burying it in her womb—and let go.

My semen shot out, thick and hot, filling her pussy again, pulsing hard as I emptied everything into her. The orgasm rocked me, my hips jerking under her weight.

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"Ahhhhhhh..." she moaned louder, her head tilting back toward the ceiling, her cry bouncing off the walls as her own orgasm crashed over her. "Ahhh... so good... ahhh... ahh..." Her body shivered on my dick, trembling hard, her legs quaking on either side of me.

She rode the last wave, gliding her pussy slow over me, my dick still inside, drawing out every shudder. Her boobs pressed into my chest, her hands clawing at my shoulders, and sweat dripped down her neck, glistening in the red glow.

"Ezra... damn..." she panted, collapsing forward, her forehead resting on mine, her breath ragged. "You're gonna kill me with that."

I grinned, still catching my own breath, my hands sliding up her back. "Only the good kind of dead, Mam," I said, my voice hoarse but teasing. "You okay?"

"Barely," she laughed, shaky and soft, nuzzling into me as the music slowed, wrapping us in the afterglow.

I traced my hand along Mrs. Elora's thighs, rubbing slow circles over her smooth skin, still warm and slick from everything.

My fingers slid up to her stomach, then her boobs, squeezing them gently, feeling their weight in my palms.

"Ahh, Mam... come here," I said, my voice rough with leftover heat as I pulled her closer. She leaned in, her body pressing into mine, and our lips met in a deep, lustful kiss—messy and slow, tongues tangling.

My dick was still inside her, nestled in her warmth, and neither of us seemed in a hurry to move.

And just like that, the night rolled on. We grabbed the whiskey bottle again, pouring sloppy shots into our glasses. "Cheers to this," she said, giggling as she clinked hers against mine. We drank fast, and then she leaned over, kissing me with the taste of alcohol still on her lips, letting it drip into my mouth as our tongues slid together. "Tastes better this way," she murmured, smirking against me.

We fucked again, switching it up—her on top, then me flipping her over, trying every position we could twist into.

At one point, we landed in a 69, her straddling my face as she sucked my dick, her mouth hot and eager, while I ate her pussy from below, lapping at her wetness, her thighs trembling around my head. "Ezra... fuck..." she gasped, her voice muffled around me, and I just groaned back, lost in her taste.

Later, I pinned her against the door, her body pressed to the wood as I held her ass from behind in reverse. I tied her hands above her head with a silk scarf from the table, her wrists bound tight as I rammed my dick into her pussy. "Harder...harder...ahh...more..." she begged, her voice shaking, her ass cheeks bouncing against my hips with every thrust.

The music shifted—something faster, wilder—driving our rhythm, and her soft flesh felt so damn good under my hands, jiggling with each slam.

Mrs. Elora loved every second of it—her moans filling the room, her body arching into me, desperate and alive. "You're unreal," she panted at one point, her head tipping back as I fucked her in doggy against the couch, her nails scraping my arms. "Don't stop...ahhh...Keep giving me your loads..ahh.."

"Wouldn't dream of it, Mam" I shot back, grinning as I gripped her hips tighter and fucking her with my everything.

The last few hours blurred into exhaustion. We collapsed onto the bed, tangled up under a thick blanket. She rested her head on my chest, her blonde hair fanning out, soft and messy, her breathing slowing as she curled into me.

"This... this is cozy," she mumbled, her voice sleepy, her hand tracing lazy circles on my skin.

"Yeah, it is," I said, my arm wrapping around her, pulling her closer. The room felt warm, relaxing, the wild energy settling into something quiet and easy.

Time slipped away like that, and we drifted off, the night fading into nothing.

Morning crept in slow, the first rays of sun peeking through the far window curtains, soft and golden. The red lights were off now, leaving the room in a pale, natural glow.

I blinked awake, stretching under the blanket, and glanced around. She was gone—Mrs. Elora, nowhere in sight. The bed was a wreck, sheets twisted and half-off the mattress, pillows scattered from all we'd done. The room was a mess too—empty glasses tipped over, the whiskey bottle on its side, that silk scarf still dangling from the door handle.

I sat up, rubbing my face, the quiet sinking in. She'd probably slipped out early. Made sense—she came from a rich household, one of those high-society types who only showed up here for pleasure, like all the other female clients.

This was her escape, her night to let loose, and I was just the guy who made it happen.