Chapter 95: Like A Brutal Madman

Chapter 95: Chapter 95: Like A Brutal Madman

"Ahhn... nnnh... Does Daddy want to look at my face while he fucks me? Mmm... aahhn..."

Xavier didn’t answer. He didn’t need to. He simply leaned over her, braced his weight, and started slamming straight down into her hot pussy—long, deep strokes that drove him to her very end.

"Aaahhn... nnngh...! Kiss me, Daddy. Kiss me."

He felt her hot breath against his mouth and claimed her lips in a deep, hungry kiss.

Mwah... mmmph...

Her hands cupped his face as her incredibly thick, plump lips parted for him. He sucked the swollen lower lip, then pushed his tongue inside, searching for the soft, squishy heat of hers while his cock never stopped pounding down into her.

Ahhnhn... schlurp... nnnh...!

Her heavy breasts kept bouncing in whatever space they had left, crushed against the hard muscles of his chest.

Mmm... aahhn...

Every time he pulled almost free and slammed back in, her soft, heavy ass lifted off the mattress for a split second before sinking deep into the cushion again, the yielding flesh swallowing the impact. In this folded mating press, she felt him go deeper than ever—his thick shaft stretching her walls so far, she could feel the heat of his fat cock pressing up against the soft place behind her navel, filling her belly.

Aaahhn...! Nnngh... mmmph...!

Still fucking her without pause, Xavier broke the kiss and dropped his head to one of her heavy breasts. The soft mound swung violently under the force of his thrusts. He sealed his mouth around the stiff nipple, tongue flicking and swirling over the swollen nub while he kept driving his cock down into her.

Mmmph... aahhn... schlurp...

He sealed his mouth tighter around her nipple and sucked hard, creating a deep vacuum against the lush pink areola as if trying to draw milk from her. Nothing came—only the soft give of her full breast filling his mouth.

Mmm... nnnh...

He felt the heat of a fresh load building in his balls. Another orgasm was ready the moment he could no longer hold back.

He never stopped pounding her. His lips finally left her tit. His cock slammed deep, forcing the remaining mixture of her juices and his previous cum to splash out around his shaft and coat her ass.

Aaahhn...!

With one final, merciless thrust he buried himself to the hilt and came hard for the second time. Her whole body shuddered under the heat of his cock deep inside her stomach; her ass quivered and her full breasts jiggled violently as another wave of orgasm crashed through her.

Aahhnhn—! Nnngh... mmmph...!

Heavy, viscous cum blasted straight into her depths in thick, hot gushes that flooded her womb while he held himself locked inside her.

"Nngh... ahhnhn...! Daddy is filling me up again. Aaahhn... nnnh...! Daddy’s going to impregnate me."

He kept his cock buried through the entire climax, letting every pulse empty into her until his balls finally had nothing left to give. Only then did he release her legs. They fell limply around his waist and shivered from the lingering intensity while he remained buried inside her.

Hah... nnnh...

After a long moment he eased his cock free. It left her with a wet, lewd pop.

Ahhn...

Her gaping pussy stayed open for a second, then slowly fluttered shut—but not before a thick river of his white cum poured out of her. He watched the heavy cream spill over her folds, run down across her tight asshole still twitching from the lingering orgasm, and slide between the plump cheeks of her ass before dripping onto the already soaked sheets beneath them.

"Mmm... Is Daddy satisfied now?" she asked, voice ragged.

"Extremely," he replied.

He simply went along with it now—Master, Owner, Daddy, whatever his women wanted to call him.

He lay beside her, cuddling her soft, plump body in a gentle embrace while they made quiet pillow talk.

"So Daddy has that many women, but Daddy’s dick still got hard for me. That must mean Daddy really wanted to fuck me," Rosalie said, nestling against him.

"That’s true, but are you going to keep calling me Daddy?" he asked.

"Should I not? Daddy said it was fine earlier."

At first Xavier had thought the words left her mouth only in the heat of the moment. Hearing a fully grown woman call him Daddy in normal conversation, however, honestly... did not feel bad.

"It’s fine. But if you keep calling me Daddy, I’m going to start treating you like a little girl."

"I don’t mind. Daddy can treat me however he likes."

Xavier had fucked Rosalie for the entire afternoon. After cuddling with her a while longer she had to return to the gardens, so he headed back to his dorm. Upon entering his room, he found another paper bird landing in his hands. It was a letter from Lilith.

She was calling him to her quarters. The letter did not specify why, but Xavier had a fairly good idea. He had not fucked her in a while. He made his way to the main building and climbed the stairs to the fourteenth floor, which opened directly near her office.

He did not knock, simply walked straight in. Lilith was his woman; that much was his right. She stood near her desk sorting papers, back to the door, and had not noticed him enter.

She wore her usual thin white crop top and skin-tight black leather leggings. Xavier closed the distance behind her at once, pressed his groin into the soft curve of her plump ass, and slid his hands around to cup her huge breasts from below, fingers sinking into the yielding flesh.

"Guess who?"

She moaned once before turning her face.

"Ahhn... Xavier, stop it! Look behind you."

Xavier turned his head and saw Professor Jean Woodburn sitting on one of the sofas, staring daggers at him, eyes wide, hands clasped in front of himself, elbows resting on his knees.

Xavier instantly stepped back, creating distance between himself and Lilith—yet the hard bulge in his trousers remained, clear proof of what he had been doing.

"Good afternoon, Professor. What are you doing here?" Xavier asked.

Jean did not reply. He kept his mouth shut and refused to break eye contact.

"This is what I called you here for," Lilith said. "Jean wanted to have a discussion with you... about us."

"Come on, have a seat," she added, leading Xavier to the sofa opposite Jean and sitting right beside him so their thighs pressed together.

"So, I heard you’ve been fucking my wife," Jean finally broke the silence.

Is he really going to start the conversation with that?

Xavier knew this conversation between Lilith and Jean had been pending, but he had not expected to be pulled into the middle of it. Since Jean wanted him here, however, he would not back down. Sitting firm, he answered in a steady, confident voice.

"Yes, Professor. I have been fucking your wife."

"Not only that. I heard you fucked her like a toy—used her body like a plaything. You fucked her mouth and then came in her pussy like a brutal madman."

Hearing such explicit words leave Professor Jean’s mouth surprised Xavier, but even more surprising was the incredible level of detail about his and Lilith’s intimate moments. He wondered exactly how Lilith had broken the news of their affair to her husband.