Forbidden Cravings-Chapter 270: The Silent Sleep

"Arghh, fuck!" I groaned, slamming my dick deep into Elizabeth’s pussy from behind, my hips snapping forward with a wet *slap*. Her warmth gripped me tight, slippery and perfect, pulling me in deeper with every thrust.

"Ahhhhhhh..." Elizabeth’s moan turned into a scream, her head tilting back, her body shaking as her orgasm crashed over her.

Her pussy pulsed around me, contracting and relaxing in waves, her juices mixing with mine, dripping down her thighs to the sheets below.

"Arghhh, ahhh..." I groaned, leaning forward, my chest pressing against her sweaty back.

I slowed my thrusts, gliding my dick in and out with hard, deliberate shots, releasing everything I had left. Each move sent a shudder through her, her body trembling under me as I emptied myself inside her.

"Ahhh... ahhh... ahhh..." Elizabeth moaned, her voice softening into breathy gasps as she savored the afterglow. Her hips rocked back slightly, meeting my slow thrusts, her naked body rubbing against mine, skin slick and warm.

"God, Ezra... you’re killing me," she panted, her voice hoarse but laced with pleasure.

Clara, pinned beneath Elizabeth’s weight, let out a soft moan.

"Miss..." she whispered, her hands resting lightly on Elizabeth’s shoulders, her face bright red as she felt the heat of our bodies pressing down on her.

Elizabeth caught her breath, her head dropping to rest on Clara’s boobs, her cheek pressed against the soft, flushed skin.

"Ahhh, Clara..." she sighed, her voice trembling with exhaustion and satisfaction. She reached out, brushing a strand of Clara’s dark hair from her face, her fingers lingering on her cheek.

I pulled out slowly, my dick slick and spent, and rolled to the side, collapsing onto the bed with a heavy exhale.

"Damn, we seriously did it a lot today," I said, my chest heaving as I tried to catch my breath. My body felt heavy, every muscle buzzing with the aftermath of it all.

Elizabeth laughed softly, sliding off Clara to lie beside me, her naked body curling against my side.

"Yeah, we sure did," she said, her voice warm and teasing. She propped herself up on one elbow, her black hair falling over her shoulder, and glanced at Clara with a playful smirk. "And we’re not quite done yet, are we?" 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

Clara’s eyes widened, her blush deepening as she sat up slightly, her hands fidgeting in her lap.

"Miss?" she asked, her voice soft and uncertain, like she wasn’t sure what was coming next.

Elizabeth’s smirk turned commanding, her eyes glinting with mischief.

"Clara, clean my pussy," she ordered, spreading her legs wide to reveal the glistening mess we’d made—her folds swollen and wet, my cum and her juices dripping out in a slow, creamy trail.

Clara hesitated for a split second, her breath hitching, but then she nodded.

"Yes, Miss," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. She crawled down the bed, her dark hair falling over her face as she settled between Elizabeth’s thighs.

Her hands rested lightly on Elizabeth’s legs, and she leaned in, her tongue darting out to lick the thick, sticky juice pouring out.

The soft *slurp* of Clara’s mouth filled the room as she worked, lapping up the mix of our cum with slow, careful strokes. Elizabeth let out a soft moan, her head falling back against the pillows, her hands tangling in Clara’s hair to guide her. "That’s it, sweetheart," she murmured, her voice low and sultry. "Clean it all up."

"Ahhh... she’s my favorite maid in the mansion," she said, her voice low and sultry, a satisfied smile playing on her lips.

I leaned back against the headboard, my own body bare and slick with sweat, a grin tugging at my mouth.

"She must be," I said, chuckling. "Look at her—obedient and damn good with her methods." Clara’s flushed face was focused, her tongue moving with careful precision, and I couldn’t help but admire how she’d thrown herself into this.

Elizabeth’s eyes glinted with mischief as she glanced at me, her hand still stroking Clara’s hair. "Good job, sweetheart," she murmured, then tilted her head toward me. "Now, clean Ezra’s dick."

Clara pulled back, her lips shiny, her cheeks burning red. She nodded, her voice soft but eager.

"Yeah... I will," she said, her eyes glassy with pleasure.

She crawled toward me, her dark hair falling over her face as she settled between my legs. Her breath was warm against my skin as she opened her mouth, sucking my dick with a slow, deliberate rhythm, her tongue swirling around the tip to clean off the mix of Elizabeth’s juices and my cum.

"Ahh..." I groaned, my hand brushing through Clara’s hair, guiding her gently. "To feel this warmth after sex... it’s the best feeling." Her mouth was soft, hot, and perfect, easing the tension from my body as I sank deeper into the moment.

Elizabeth stretched out beside me, her naked curves glowing in the lamplight, her head resting on one arm. "Ahhh... this was one hell of a day," she said, her voice heavy with satisfaction as she relaxed back against the pillows. "Never thought it’d get this wild."

"Yeah..." I said, my voice trailing off as I leaned back, staring up at the ceiling.

The intricate patterns of the plaster came into focus, and suddenly, my mind drifted. The high of the night faded, replaced by a heavy, aching weight in my chest. I thought of the morning—of Aeri, her unforeseen rejection still stinging like a fresh cut.

The way her eyes had avoided mine, the polite but firm distance she’d put between us. My heart sank, a quiet sadness creeping in, dimming the warmth of the moment.

Clara’s mouth moved slower now, her lips still working, but the heaviness in my chest was too much. I exhaled, my hand resting on her head.

"It’s okay, Clara," I said softly, my voice quieter than before. "That’s enough. Come up and sleep."

She pulled back, her lips glistening, a bright smile spreading across her face despite her flushed cheeks.

"Okie," she said, her voice light and happy, like she was still riding the high of the night. She crawled up the bed, settling on my right side, her naked body curling against me, her head resting on my chest.

Elizabeth shifted on my left, her warm skin pressing against me as she nestled closer, her arm draping across my stomach.

"You okay, Ezra?" she asked, her voice soft, picking up on the shift in my mood. Her fingers traced lazy circles on my chest, her eyes searching mine in the dim light.

"Yeah... just tired," I lied, forcing a small smile.

I didn’t want to drag the mood down, not after everything. Clara’s breath was already slowing, her body relaxing into sleep, and Elizabeth’s eyes were heavy, her own exhaustion catching up.

Clara mumbled something incoherent, her cheek pressed against my chest, her dark hair fanning out over my skin. Elizabeth’s hand stilled, her breathing deepening as she drifted off, her naked body warm and soft against me.

I lay there, sandwiched between them, their steady breaths filling the silence. But my heart felt heavy, overwhelmed by the ache of Aeri’s rejection.

What’s she doing right now? I wondered, my eyes tracing the ceiling’s patterns one last time. The room faded to black, and I fell into a silent, restless sleep.