Chapter 83 - Behind Closed Doors [II] +18

Chapter 83: 83 - Behind Closed Doors [II] +18

Adrien could feel her getting wetter, could hear the slick sound of their bodies meeting, could see the flush spreading across her chest, her nipples hard and begging for his mouth.

But he was close. With a groan, he pulled out, his cock throbbing as he spilled himself across her stomach and thighs. Amelia whimpered at the loss, her fingers tightening in his hair as she pulled him down for a searing kiss.

"No," she whispered against his lips. "Not like this."

Before he could protest, she flipped him onto his back, straddling his waist. Adrien groaned as she sank down onto his cock again, her tight heat enveloping him once more.

She rode him with wild abandon, her breasts bouncing with each movement, her magenta eyes dark with hunger.

Adrien’s hands gripped her hips, guiding her, but she was in control now—her movements desperate, needy, her pussy clenching around him with every roll of her hips.

Her nails raked down his chest as she fucked him with a rhythm that was equal parts desperation and fury, her slick heat swallowing him over and over.

Adrien’s vision blurred at the edges, every nerve in his body singing with the impossible tightness of her, the way she clenched around him like she was trying to pull him deeper, keep him there forever.

The wet, obscene sounds of their coupling filled the space between them, the skin slapping skin, her breathless moans, his own guttural groans.

"Fuck, Amelia—" he rasped, his hands sliding from her hips up to her waist, then higher, cupping her breasts as they bounced with each savage roll of her hips.

Her nipples were hard pebbles against his palms, and when he pinched them, she cried out, her back arching, her pussy fluttering around his cock.

"Don’t stop," she begged, her voice cracked. "Don’t you dare stop."

He wouldn’t, or better said couldn’t. His body was hers, pinned beneath her, and all he could do was watch the way her pale-blue hair stuck to her damp shoulders, the way her magenta eyes burned down at him with a hunger that stole his breath.

She was beautiful like this; wild, undone, utterly shameless in her need. He’d never seen her like this before, and it made something primal twist in his gut.

Amelia leaned forward, bracing her hands on his chest, and the new angle made him hit something deep inside her that made her whole body shudder.

Her rhythm faltered for a moment, then became slower, harder, each downward stroke grinding her clit against the base of his cock. Her mouth fell open, a broken moan spilling out, and Adrien felt her thighs tremble around his hips.

"It feels amazing," he managed, his voice a wrecked whisper.

She whimpered at his words, and he knew she was close, he could feel it in the way her inner walls started to spasm, the way her movements became erratic, more frantic. He dropped one hand between her legs, his thumb finding her swollen clit, and pressed down hard.

That was all it took.

Amelia shattered above him, her whole body seizing as a scream tore from her throat. Her pussy clamped down around his cock in violent, rhythmic pulses, and Adrien gritted his teeth, fighting the overwhelming urge to come right then and there.

He wanted to feel her ride it out, wanted to watch the ecstasy twist her delicate features.

She collapsed against his chest, panting, her heart hammering against his own. For a moment, neither of them moved. Then she lifted her head, her lips brushing his jaw, his chin, finally his mouth.

"Your turn," she whispered, and before he could respond, she rolled off him, leaving his cock slick and aching, glistening with her arousal.

Amelia was already moving, positioning herself on her hands and knees, her back arched, her ass raised in an invitation that made his mouth go dry.

She looked over her shoulder at him, her eyes dark and heavy-lidded, her lips parted.

"Don’t make me wait, Adrien~," she said, and the raw need in her voice snapped something inside him.

He was behind her in an instant, one hand gripping her hip, the other guiding his cock to her entrance. He didn’t tease nor hesitate, just a thrust into her in one hard, deep stroke that made them both cry out.

She was still tight from her orgasm, still wet, and the way she pushed back against him, meeting his thrusts with her own, made his balls draw up tight.

He fucked her hard and fast, the sound of their bodies slamming together filling the air, punctuated by her breathless moans and his own ragged grunts.

Her fingers clawed at the sheets, her back bowing, and Adrien leaned over her, his chest pressed to her spine, his lips finding the pointed tip of her ear. He bit down gently, and she gasped, her pussy clenching around him.

"Again," she pleaded.

He did it again, harder this time, and she cried out, her body shaking. He could feel her getting close again, could feel the telltale flutter of her inner walls, and he knew he wasn’t far behind. The pressure was building low in his belly, a coil winding tighter and tighter with every thrust.

"Come with me," he growled against her ear.

She moaned, a desperate, broken sound, and nodded frantically. "Yes... yes, please~don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop~~"

He reached around her, his fingers finding her clit again, and that was all she needed. Amelia screamed his name as her second orgasm ripped through her, her pussy convulsing around him in tight, milking pulses.

The sensation was too much, Adrien’s hips stuttered, and then he was coming, buried deep inside her, his cock jerking as he spilled himself into her with a guttural roar.

For a long moment, neither of them moved. They stayed locked together, both of them trembling, both of them gasping for air.

Finally, Adrien pulled out slowly, his cock softening, and collapsed onto the bed beside her. Amelia followed, her body curling against his, her head resting on his chest.

They lay there in silence, the only sounds their ragged breathing and the distant beat of their hearts. Adrien’s hand found her hair, stroking it absently, and she sighed, her body going boneless against him.

"That was..." she started, then trailed off, as if words weren’t enough.

"Yeah," he agreed, his voice hoarse. "It was."

She laughed softly, a warm, breathless sound, and pressed a kiss to his chest