Forbidden Cravings-Chapter 257: Show me how you Squirt

"You want it that bad, huh?" I asked, curling my fingers deeper inside her and pumping faster. My smirk was wide; I could feel how soaked she was, her juices coating my hand, running down my wrist. The room filled with the wet *shap-shap-shap* of my fingers slamming in and out, her pussy making sloppy, needy sounds.

"Y-yes... I’m losing it," Elizabeth panted, trying to smirk back but failing as her whole body started shaking. Her thighs quivered, toes curling into the sheets. Her hips bucked up hard, chasing my hand like she couldn’t get enough.

I pressed my thumb against her clit, rubbing fast circles while my fingers curled and stroked inside her. "That’s it, baby. Let go. I wanna see you fall apart."

She whimpered, head thrown back, blonde hair sticking to her sweaty neck. "I—I can’t... it’s too much..."

"You can," I said, voice low and rough. "I won’t stop till you squirt for me. Show me how good it feels."

Her breath hitched. Her stomach tightened. Then her hips snapped up, and she let out a sharp cry.

"Ahh, fuck you!" she gasped, half-laughing, half-sobbing as her pussy clenched hard around my fingers.

A hot, clear gush shot out, splashing over my hand, my forearm, the bed. Another followed right after, then another—like a fountain, warm and wild.

"Ahh... yeah, baby, just like that," I groaned, dropping my face between her legs. I sealed my mouth over her pulsing folds, sucking gently on her clit while my fingers kept thrusting through the waves. Her taste flooded my tongue—sweet, tangy, pure Elizabeth. I swallowed what I could, the rest running down my chin, dripping onto the sheets. 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

"Ahmmm, oh God!" Elizabeth’s hands flew to the bedsheets, grabbing fistfuls so tight the fabric bunched up. She gritted her teeth, eyes squeezed shut, body trembling as another squirt hit my tongue. Her thighs clamped around my head for a second before falling open again, too weak to hold.

I pulled back just enough to watch. Her pussy was swollen, pink, glistening. Another little spurt shot up in a perfect arc, landing on the mattress with a soft *splat*. "Look at that," I said, voice thick with awe. "It’s like a sweet little fountain. So fucking pretty."

Elizabeth opened one eye, face flushed bright red. She let out a shaky laugh, chest still heaving. "This is so embarrassingly hot," she said, voice hoarse. "I’ve never... felt anything like this..."

I grinned, licking my lips. "Good. Means I’m doing something right." I leaned back in, kissing her soaked folds softly, then dragged my tongue slow from bottom to top, savoring every drop. "Such a good pussy," I murmured against her skin. I circled her clit with the tip of my tongue, then closed my lips around it and gave a gentle bite.

"Ahhh... your methods are gonna kill me," Elizabeth moaned, her fingers sliding through my hair, tugging just enough to send a shiver down my spine.

I chuckled, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. "You forgot? I’m a pro at this. Fucking’s my job, remember?" I grinned.

She rolled her eyes, but a smile tugged at her lips. "Yeah, how could I forget that?" Her voice was soft, teasing.

I shifted lower, kissing the soft inside of her thigh, then the other. "I could stay right here between your legs all night. So thick, so warm... damn." I dragged my lips up her skin, slow, tasting the salt and sweetness. Her body reminded me of Aeri—same full hips, same heavy, perfect curves. The thought flashed and vanished with little guilt of her rejection.

"Then don’t go anywhere," she whispered, reaching down. Her fingers wrapped around my dick—still hard, slick from earlier—and guided me between her thighs. She pressed my dick against the entrance of her pussy, hot and wet, teasing. "Stay right here."

I groaned, hips twitching forward on instinct. "Alright then. Let’s enjoy ourselves, yeah?" I lifted one of her hands, slipped two fingers into her mouth. She sucked them slow, tongue swirling, eyes locked on mine.

"Yeah," she murmured around my fingers, voice muffled. "Let’s do it."

Her hands slid to my waist, nails digging in. She pulled me forward—hard. I thrust in one smooth push, burying myself deep.

"Arghhhh...fuck baby." The sound ripped out of me, raw and low. She was tight, hot, still pulsing from before. Her walls gripped me like she never wanted to let go.

"Ahhh..umm..This feeling..." Elizabeth’s head fell back, lips parted, a long, shaky moan spilling out. Her legs wrapped around my hips, pressing into my ass, urging me deeper. "Yes... just like that..."

I pulled back slow, then slammed in again. The bed creaked under us. "Fuck, you feel perfect," I growled, dropping my forehead to hers.

She laughed breathlessly, hips rolling up to meet me. "Keep talking like that and I’ll never let you leave."

The loud rustle of sheets and soft murmurs filled the dimly lit room where I and Elizabeth fucked shamelessly like animals. Beyond the almost-closed door, Clara stood frozen, her heart thudding in her chest. Through the narrow gap, she could see Miss Elizabeth in graceful naked exposed silhouette illuminated by the warm glow of the bedside lamp and me laying over her naked body and thrusting my hips in her pussy.

The way she accepts and obeys to my commands and squirted in open air displaying a pretty fountain, Clara witnessed it all and we were unaware of her presence.

A blush crept across Clara’s cheeks. "Ahh... they’re so lewd," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "How can Miss Elizabeth...do all that so openly behind her husband’s back?"

Her fingers trembled as she clutched the doorframe, torn between guilt and fascination. Each second felt stolen, forbidden.

"I shouldn’t be watching this," she breathed, stepping back. "If Miss Elizabeth finds out...she will surely give earful to me" She exhaled shakily, glancing more toward the room, her thoughts a storm of confusion and disbelief.