Chapter 425: Loss of Control with Maribel [2] [R-18 Contents!]

I kissed her harder, deeper, tasting her, feeling the soft give of her body against mine. My free hand slid down the curve of her waist and settled possessively on her hip, fingers digging in just enough to claim.

I wanted her.

Right here and right now.

No more holding back.

No more fighting the fierce, unbearable heat pounding in my head.

Maribel’s hands flew up, her fingers burying themselves in my hair, pulling me down even closer. A ragged, helpless moan vibrated against my tongue—"Mmmf... Ryan..."—as she met the desperate intensity of my mouth, her body melting forward into mine. The cool air of the abandoned shop faded entirely, replaced by the suffocating, electric heat radiating between us.

Without breaking the kiss, I dragged my hand down from her hip, hooking my fingers beneath the hem of her sleeveless red dress. I pulled the fabric up, gathering it around her waist and exposing her long, smooth, caramel-toned thighs to the dim, pale glow of the battery lamp.

"Ah... hah... wait—!" Maribel pulled her lips back just an inch, her head rolling back as I immediately buried my face into the crook of her neck, sucking hard at the sensitive skin right above her collarbone.

"You came after me," I said against her burning skin, my hands gliding up her bare inner thighs, my thumbs pressing into the soft, trembling muscle. "You knew what would happen if you found me here."

"Haa... I... I didn’t want you to stay alone..." she panted out, her voice cracking with a mix of embarrassment and overwhelming desire. Her fingernails dug into my shoulders as my hands slid higher, brushing against the silk edge of her dark lace underwear. "Ah! Ryan—hnnh...!"

She was already damp, the slick heat between her legs matching the burning fever raging in my own chest. It seemed almost like the Symbiote inside me roared in approval, its dark, electric energy surging just beneath my skin, every touch, every scent, and every breathless sound echoing through the cold, empty shop.

"You are so sexy in that dress, Maribel," I whispered, pressing my lips directly against the sensitive shell of her ear and finally voicing the honest, consuming thoughts I’d held since the moment I first saw her in it tonight.

A sharp, violent shiver ran straight through her body at my words.

I hooked my fingers firmly into the sides of her dark lace underwear and yanked them down her thighs in one fluid motion. Maribel lifted one foot, still cladded in her striking red block heel, allowing the thin fabric to slide down her long leg before dropping to her left ankle.

"Haaah!"

Maribel gasped out a breathless cry as I pressed my knee between her legs, spreading her open and shifting her body around.

I moved her the few short steps to the narrow mattress, dropping us both down onto the creaking bed. She hit the covers on her back, her knee-length red dress bunched completely around her ribs, exposing her bare, caramel-toned thighs as they spread wide and trembled violently in the weak, white glow of the battery lamp.

I knelt immediately on the edge of the bed, grasping her calves and lifting them high before settling myself between her spread legs, right in front of her soaking core.

She was already incredibly wet, her swollen folds glistening under the pale light. Her neat, bare center looked utterly delicious, practically begging to be taken right then and there.

Without a second of hesitation, I held her knees wide apart and buried my face straight into her crotch, lapping hungrily at her trickling essence.

"Haa—haahnn!" Maribel cried out in pure, uninhibited pleasure, her eyes rolling back as she instinctively tried to clamp her knees shut around my face.

But I wasn’t anywhere near done tasting her.

I pried her thighs open wider and buried myself deeper, slurping up her sweet release as my tongue lapped over her slick, throbbed slit in thick, heavy strokes.

"Haa—yess—Ryann!" she moaned wildly, completely abandoning whatever restraint she’d still been clinging to. Her legs uncoiled and locked around my back instead, ankles crossing tightly behind my neck as she yanked my face harder against her soaking pussy. "Don’t stop—ah—fuck, don’t stop...!"

I didn’t ease up.

My tongue worked her in long, hungry strokes, flattening against her dripping folds before flicking rapidly over the swollen bud of her clit. Every time I sealed my lips around it and sucked, Maribel’s whole body jerked like she’d been shocked.

"Haa—ahhn—Ryan...! F-fuck...!" Her voice cracked into a high, broken moan. Her fingers tangled tighter in my hair, nails scraping my scalp as she ground her soaked pussy against my mouth. The wet sounds of my tongue and lips on her filled the small shop, obscene, rhythmic, filthy.

I slid one hand up the soft underside of her thigh and pushed two fingers into her without warning. She was so slick they sank in easily, her walls clenching hard around the sudden intrusion.

"Haaah—!" Maribel’s back arched clean off the mattress. "Yes—yes, just like that—deeper—"

I curled my fingers and found the spot that made her thighs shake violently around my head. My tongue never stopped working her clit while I thrust those fingers in and out, harder, faster, the wet squelch of her arousal growing louder with every stroke. The Symbiote’s dark energy pulsed under my skin, feeding on every desperate sound she made, every fresh gush of slick that coated my chin and dripped down onto the sheets.

"I’m—I’m gonna—Ryan—!" Her warning dissolved into a long, keening cry as her orgasm slammed through her. Her pussy clamped down on my fingers in tight, pulsing waves. Her legs locked so hard around my head I could barely breathe. A fresh rush of sweet, salty release spilled over my tongue and I drank it down greedily, growling against her spasming folds while she trembled and gasped and came apart completely.

I kept licking her through it, slower now, softer, until the violent shaking of her thighs finally eased into weak, twitching aftershocks. Only then did I lift my head.

Maribel lay sprawled beneath me, chest heaving, red dress still bunched under her breasts, face flushed deep and eyes glassy. A thin sheen of sweat glistened on her caramel skin. Her bare pussy was flushed and dripping, still fluttering from the climax.

I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, then rose up over her, bracing myself on one arm. My other hand went to my belt, yanking it open with a sharp metallic rasp. The sound made her eyes focus on me again.

"Ryan..." she whispered, voice still rough.

Then her gaze flicked around the dim shop, suddenly more aware of where we were.

"N... nobody would hear us, would they?" She asked, a flicker of panic cutting through the haze.

I couldn’t help the small, crooked smile.

"Aren’t you asking a little late?" I said. "You’ve been pretty loud already."

Maribel’s face burned an even deeper red. She looked away, biting her lower lip.

"I... it just felt so good... I couldn’t even control myself..."

"I know," I said.

I stood up fully and shoved my jeans down my legs, kicking them aside. Then I crossed the short distance to the glass door. A heavy curtain hung to the side; I dragged it all the way across, shutting out the dark street completely. There hadn’t been much light coming in anyway, but now the shop was sealed. The only illumination left was the pale battery lamp beside the bed, throwing a soft white glow over Maribel’s body and leaving everything else in shadow.

She looked almost unreal like that, half-dressed, thighs parted, underwear still dangling from one ankle, the red dress shoved up under her tits, her glistening pussy on full display. She looked too good.

I knelt back onto the mattress, hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my boxer briefs, and pushed them down. My cock sprang free; thick, heavily veined, the head already flushed and leaking. Maribel’s eyes dropped to it. She swallowed hard, a soft, nervous little sound escaping her throat as she settled more fully onto her back.

"I... I can’t believe we’re doing it again," she whispered, almost in disbelief. "We already did it this noon..."

I was in the same state of disbelief.

That afternoon had started as a way to stabilize her after the Symbiote transfer. We had both lost control. Tonight there was no excuse left. No emergency. No medical necessity. Just raw, mutual need.

"I just want to fuck you, Maribel," I said honestly. I lifted one of her legs, cradling the back of her knee, and pressed the swollen head of my cock against her soaked slit. I dragged it slowly up and down, coating myself in the slick heat still dripping from her, teasing her entrance without pushing in yet.

Maribel shivered hard, wet eyes locked on mine.

"I also wanted you to do it..." She breathed. Just... Ryan... put it in."

I didn’t make her ask twice.

I rolled my hips forward and sank into her in one long, steady thrust, burying every inch inside her tight, fluttering heat until my hips met hers.

"Haaah—Hnnhh...!" Maribel’s cry was sharp and broken, her back arching off the mattress as her walls stretched around me. Her free hand flew up to clutch at my forearm, nails digging in.

I groaned at the perfect, scorching grip of her. She was still so wet from her orgasm that I slid in easily, but the way she clenched and fluttered around my cock made my vision blur for a second.

The heat radiating off her skin was intoxicating, mixing with the sharp scent of sex and salt that filled the tight, shadowed space of the shop. I stayed buried deep inside her for a long, heavy second, letting her tight, hot body adjust to the thick intrusion of my length. Her inner walls pulsed in desperate, rhythmic twitches around me, still recovering from the violent climax I’d licked out of her moments ago.

"F—Fuck, Maribel..." I growled as I leaned down, resting my forehead against hers. "It feels so damn tight."

"Haa... ahh..." Maribel let out a ragged, trembling sigh, her breath hot against my cheek. Her hazel, almond-shaped eyes flickered open, hazy with intense heat. "It’s... so big inside me, Ryan... it feels like you’re completely filling me..."

I didn’t wait any longer.

I dragged my hips back, pulling almost entirely out of her dripping heat until just the flared head remained lodged between her swollen lips, before plunging back in with a hard thrust that hit her deep and solid.

"HAHH!"

Maribel’s head snapped back into the worn mattress, a loud, high-pitched gasp flying from her throat. Her hips bucked up off the bed instinctively, meeting my push halfway as her toes curled against the mattress.

"You like that?" I asked noticing her expression, gripping her hip with one hand while the other slipped under her thigh, lifting her leg higher to open her up completely to me.

"Y—Yes! Ah-hnn! Harder, Ryan—please..." She begged, dropping every shred of her usual pride and modesty.

I set a deep, brutal pace, snapping my hips against hers with heavy thuds. The wet, slapping sound of our skin meeting echoed filthy through the dark shop, punctuated by the rhythmic squelch of her slickness coating my shaft.

"Haan! Haan! Haaan! Ryan—oh god!" Maribel moaned uncontrollably with every deep drive, her breasts bouncing beneath the gathered red fabric of her dress. Her hands scrambled across my bare back, her nails digging sharp crescents into my shoulders as she tried to pull me closer, to force me as deep as I could possibly go.

I shifted my weight, leaning over her to capture her mouth in a bruising kiss. She parted her lips immediately, welcoming my tongue with a needy, wet groan—"Mmmf... ahnn..."—tasting faintly of her own sweet release. I sucked on her tongue while pumping my hips in short, brutal thrusts that targeted the swollen bundle of nerves high inside her front wall.

Every time my head rubbed against that exact spot, Maribel’s whole frame shuddered violently against mine.

"Nnngh! Mmm-hah!" She broke the kiss, her head tossing from side to side on the pillow as her moans turned into breathless whimpers. "Right there—ah! Right there, Ryan! Don’t stop... oh fuck, don’t stop!"

"I’m not stopping," I growled into her neck, burying my face into her smooth skin, inhaling her scent as I sped up the rhythm. My thrusts turned into a continuous, pounding blur, sinking full-length into her over and over, driving her mind completely blank.

Her inner walls began to clamp down around me with terrifying intensity, fluttering and squeezing like a warm velvet fist, desperate to milk every drop out of me.

"You’re squeezing me so tight, Maribel," I groaned, my teeth skimming over her collarbone as I felt my own climax building fast at the base of my spine. "You’re gonna make me finish right now."

"Do it—Haaan...yess!" She cried out, her voice breaking into a high, hysterical sob of pleasure.

Her words broke whatever restraint I had left. I reached down, my thumb finding her swollen clit and pressing hard against it while I rammed into her one last, brutal time, burying myself to the absolute hilt.

The double shock sent Maribel over the edge.

"AHHH—HNNN!"