Chapter 426: Loss of Control with Maribel [3] [R-18 Contents!]

The double shock sent Maribel over the edge.

"AHHH—HNNN!"

She screamed out a shattering orgasm, her body coiling like a tight spring as her pussy violently spasms around my cock. Her inner muscles gripped me in a vise-like clench, pulsing hard, milking me ruthlessly.

The sensation triggered my own release. A growl tore from my throat as I held her pinned against the mattress, shooting thick, heavy spurts of hot seed deep against her spasming cervix. Every pump of my climax sent a violent wave of heat straight through both of us.

"Haa... haaa... Ryan...!" Maribel whimpered weakly beneath me, her thighs trembling wildly around my waist as she rode out the lingering waves of her orgasm.

I collapsed over her, supporting my weight on my forearms so I wouldn’t crush her, our chests heaving together in synch. I stayed buried deep inside her, feeling the rhythmic, lingering pulses of her center hugging my sensitive head.

"Hmm... that... was faster than... this afternoon," she whispered, warm breath brushing my lips.

"I couldn’t hold back much," I admitted, a little breathless. "Ever since I saw you in that dress I’ve only had one urge..."

"What urge...?" She asked, teary eyes from pleasure locked on mine. In the pale battery light her face glistened, cheeks flushed, lips swollen, utterly beautiful.

"The urge to fuck you again," I said honestly.

I felt myself already thickening back to full hardness inside her still-clenching heat. Maribel clearly felt it too; she swallowed and glanced down between us even though the shadows hid the exact place we were joined. Then her eyes lifted to mine again.

"Do you still have that urge...?"

"Yeah."

A short silence. Then I pulled out of her with a wet sound. Before she could catch her breath I gripped her arm and flipped her onto her hands and knees.

"Haaan... that..." Maribel let out a flustered, embarrassed moan the second she understood what I wanted.

I shoved the red dress higher up her back, baring the full, round cheeks of her ass and the messy, cum-slick pussy still dripping between them. Holding the bunched fabric in place with one hand, I lined up.

With her dress bunched past her waist, her bare, caramel-toned ass cheeks glistened under the dim glow of the battery lamp, completely slick with a mixture of my warm seed and her clear arousal.

I didn’t give her a second to breathe. I pulled back until only the tip remained, then slammed my hips forward, spearing full-length into her tight, wet body.

"AHH—HNNN!" Maribel’s cry tore through the silent, empty shop, her chest sinking low into the thin mattress while her hips instinctively pushed back to take more of me.

"You’re so tighter from behind," I said, my voice rough and heavy with sudden, surging heat.

I reached forward with both hands, sliding them up beneath her dress. I cupped her bare breasts, squeezing the warm, soft weight of them, my thumbs flicking over her hardened nipples through the soft fabric of her brassiere.

"Haa—ah! Ryan... haaahn!" She moaned wildly, her fingers clutching the bedsheets until her knuckles turned white. Her hair spilled forward, framing her flushed face as she gasped into the darkness. "It’s... it’s going in so deep... ah! Fuck...!"

I locked into a relentless, pounding rhythm, snapping my hips against her ass with heavy, wet thuds. Every thrust went straight into her core, her inner walls clamping around my hard shaft like a pulsing vise, trying to milk every inch of me. The obscene, wet sounds of our bodies colliding echoed loudly in the small, sealed shop.

I kept a firm grip on her breasts, pulling her back against my chest with every stroke so I could plunge deeper into her.

"Haaa! Haaan! Haan! Ryan... Ryan...!" Maribel’s vocal sounds turned broken and needy, her head rolling side to side as I pounded into her without mercy.

After a few minutes of relentless, deep thrusting from behind, I reached down, wrapped my arm around her torso, and pulled her back, flipping her onto her back in one smooth motion. She let out a breathless, dizzy gasp—"Haa-ah!"—as her body hit the mattress again.

I leaned her upper body up, bracing her against my chest. My fingers found the zipper along the back of her red dress, pulling it down with a sharp, swift raspy sound. I worked the fabric off her shoulders, sliding her arms out until the dress tumbled down to her waist, leaving her smooth skin completely exposed to the pale light.

She was completely naked from the waist up now.

I leaned down and captured one of her tits in my mouth, sucking hard on her flush, swollen nipple while my tongue flicked and laved over the peak.

"HAAAN! Hmmm-hnn!" Maribel’s back arched sharply into my chest, her fingers burying deep into my hair to pull me harder against her breast. "Ryan... ah! That feels—oh god...!"

I switched to her other breast, laving and biting gently at the peak until she was squirming, her inner thighs trembling violently around my hip.

Without breaking the heat, I slid my arms under her thighs and lifted her up into my arms. Maribel gasped, instinctively wrapping her legs around my waist to hold on. Her wet, open pussy pressed right against my pulsing cock as I stood up from the bed.

I carried her across the narrow, creaking floor to the old, empty paying desk of the abandoned shop. I lowered her onto the dusty, flat wooden surface, pushing her back until she was lying flat atop the desk with her legs spread wide open.

I stepped up between her knees and shoved straight back into her dripping center without delay.

"HAAN!" Her hands flew out, gripping the edges of the wooden desk as I sank full-length into her tight, burning heat once more.

Before she could recover, I leaned over her, hooked my arms under her legs, and rolled her back over, turning her around right on top of the desk. She landed on her hands and knees, grabbing the front edge of the counter for support.

I stepped close behind her in a standing doggy position, my hands gripping her full tits from behind as I rammed into her pussy with heavy, brutal thrusts.

"Haa! Haaannn! Ryan—fuck!" She screamed into the dark, empty room, her nails scraping against the old desk as I drove myself into her over and over, the desk creaking violently under our combined weight.

I bent over her back, my cheek pressing against hers, my hand coming around to pull her chin toward me. I captured her mouth in a wet kiss, sliding my tongue deep inside hers while my hips kept up a relentless, pounding pace into her soaking center.

"Hm-mph... haa..." Maribel broke the kiss, her eyes half-closed, glossy, and entirely overwhelmed by the intense pleasure washing through her. "Ryan...!"

"Yeah?" I grunted against her neck, my hips snapping forward with a heavy thud that made her gasp.

"I... ah! I think... I think I like you..." She confessed between broken, shuddering moans, her fingers digging desperately into the wood of the counter.

"I like you too, Maribel," I retorted, my hands squeezing her breasts, thumbing her nipples while I buried my cock to the hilt inside her tight, throbbing pussy.

She let out a high, needy whimpering sound, her inner walls pulsating wildly around me.

"Haa... Ryan... how many... ah! How many girlfriends do you have...?" She asked between breathless, ragged moans, her hips twitching back against my thrusts.

I didn’t stop pounding into her. With every deep, heavy stroke that drove her closer to the edge, I called out the names one by one, my voice thick with exertion and rising climax.

There was no need to keep it secret anymore.

"Rachel..." I grunted, driving deep into her.

"Haaa-hnn!"

"Sydney..." I thrust again, the wet squelch echoing loudly.

"Haah—yes!"

"Elena..." I rammed into her to the base, making the desk groan.

"Oh god...!"

"And Cindy..." I pounded into her core one last, devastating time, holding myself buried deep inside her pulsing, dripping heat.

"AHH—RYAN!"

Maribel screamed out a violent, shattering orgasm, her pussy clamping down on my cock with an intense, spasming grip that sent a shockwave straight up my spine. Her whole body shook on top of the desk as her release spilled hot over my shaft.

The tight, frantic pulsing of her walls broke my control completely. I let out a deep growl, pinning her hips tight against mine as I shot thick, heavy streams of cum deep inside her spasming center, completely filling her up for the third time tonight and fourth time of the day.

"F—Fuck... haaahn! God... hmmm!!" Maribel cried out, voice breaking. Her arms trembled so hard they almost gave way, but I kept her upright, chest pressed to her back, both hands still full of her soft, sweat-slick breasts.

We stayed locked together like that for a long moment, the only sounds in the dark shop our ragged breathing and the soft, wet drip of our combined release hitting the floor. A small white pool was already forming between her feet. More of it leaked from around my still-buried cock, trailing down the insides of her trembling thighs and over the curve of her ass.

"That... was good," I whispered against the damp skin of her shoulder.

Maribel only managed a weak nod.

I finally eased out of her with a wet sound. Cum immediately followed in a slow, thick trickle. She made a soft, embarrassed little noise at the sensation.

"I... I can’t believe I just gave in like that," she murmured, still facing the desk. "I just... I knew you had girlfriends—more than one—and I still—"

"Maribel..."

"No... I just..." She shook her head, voice small. "I knew, and I still wanted it...wanted you..."

"I’m worse in that case," I answered quietly, pressing a slow kiss to the back of her neck.

She rose unsteadily from the desk and turned to face me. In the pale glow of the battery lamp her skin glistened, cheeks flushed, lips swollen, eyes still glassy from pleasure. I reached up, cupped her face with both hands, and kissed her. Soft at first, then deeper when she kissed me back, her palms resting against my chest.

I wrapped my arms around her waist and tried to guide her toward the bed. Her knees nearly gave out after only two steps. I caught her easily, lifted her, and carried her the rest of the way. We sank down onto the narrow mattress together. I pulled her against me, one arm under her head, the other around her bare back, holding her close while our heartbeats slowly settled.

Maribel curled into my side without resistance, cheek resting on my shoulder.

"We’ll need to clean ourselves," she said after a while, voice soft and exhausted.

"Later," I murmured, stroking my fingers slowly through her hair.

"And this place as well..."

"You bet."

She gave a tiny, tired hum of agreement and closed her eyes. Within moments her breathing evened out.

I kept looking at her in the low light, thumb still tracing idle paths through her hair. The complicated knot in my chest refused to loosen.

Here I was.

I had done it again.