Chapter 322: Love? (R-18)

Mark could feel her soft weight, the brush of her wet crotch dripping onto the base of his cock and his balls.

Then Mary leaned over him, her hair falling to one side of her face, and looked down at him from above.

"How about we go for the main course, honey?"

She didn’t even wait for Mark to answer. She quickly closed the distance between them and joined her lips with his once more.

But this time the kiss was different.

The desire was still there, impossible to ignore, yet there was something more. It wasn’t the urgency or the lustful intensity of the previous kiss, but a much deeper warmth.

As if, for a few moments, Mary had set aside all her jokes and provocations, allowing her true feelings to filter through.

It was strange.

And, at the same time, that kiss felt far more intimate than any other Mary had ever shared with him.

Mark responded in kind, raising a hand to the nape of her neck to keep her close. Mary’s chest pressed against his, her hard nipples brushing against his skin.

While they kissed, she felt Mark’s cock throbbing hard against her belly. Every pulse pushed the hot, still-slick cock upward from the previous orgasm.

Mary felt the clear desire in that movement, the way the glans pressed against her skin as if desperately seeking to enter her.

And without breaking the kiss, she lifted her hips a little.

She slipped a hand between their bodies, wrapped her fingers around Mark’s cock and guided it to the entrance of her already soaked pussy.

The heat and wetness were immediate when the head brushed against her lips.

She lowered herself slowly at first, letting the glans push its way in, and then released the full weight of her body, making the enormous cock sink all the way to the hilt in a single thrust.

Mary let out a long moan against Mark’s mouth, the sound vibrating between them. She stayed still for a second, feeling how the thickness filled her completely, stretching her and reaching deep.

"Finally I caught you...," she murmured in a hoarse voice, pulling away from the kiss to look him in the eyes.

And only a few moments later she began to move.

First she raised her hips until she almost pulled the cock out, then dropped down hard, slamming against Mark’s pelvis. The rhythm was steady from the start.

Every downward stroke made the glans strike the deepest point inside her and the shaft drag along her wet walls.

Mark could feel the intense heat clenched around his cock, the way Mary’s pussy contracted a little every time she came down.

He didn’t stay still. He raised his hands to Mary’s hips and held her, thrusting upward with his own hips every time she descended.

The meeting of their bodies produced a wet, rhythmic sound.

Mark noticed sweat beginning to form between them, her chest brushing against his with every movement.

And then Mary started to accelerate little by little.

She sat up, bracing her hands on Mark’s chest, and began bouncing with more force. Her breasts moved with every slam.

Mary looked down, watching the cock disappear inside her again and again.

"Do you like it, honey?"

"Fuck yes... you’re really good at this," Mark answered breathlessly.

"Hehe, I’m glad to hear that," she replied with a satisfied smile, blushing slightly. "Although I have to admit that my experience with this kind of thing was practically zero before I started peeking into your memories."

"What... do you mean?"

"That I learned a lot watching you fuck your little meat toys day after day."

"..."

"You have no idea how many times I touched myself watching them... and imagining it was me you were fucking."

Mark clenched his teeth. The pleasure made it hard to focus on the words.

Every downward stroke of Mary sent a clear jolt through the base of his cock, and the steady rhythm was bringing him close to the edge again.

"Don’t you... give me even a moment of privacy?" he managed to ask, his voice broken.

"Obviously not, honey."

Mary smiled with complicity and then lifted herself almost all the way up before dropping with her full weight in one last deep, hard slam.

Mark’s cock reached the bottom again, but this time he arched his back and came inside her.

The semen shot out in hot jets, filling her while Mary’s pussy clenched around the shaft, milking every drop.

Mark could feel the strong pulse of his own ejaculation and the heat building up inside her.

At the same time, Mary’s body tensed.

Her inner walls contracted hard around Mark’s cock, a series of rhythmic spasms that made her let out a sharp, long moan.

Her hips trembled as the orgasm swept through her, the heat concentrating between her legs and rising through her belly.

She stayed still for a few seconds, breathing hard, feeling Mark’s semen continue to spill inside her while her own pussy throbbed around him.

"What kind of woman would I be... if I didn’t always keep an eye on my man?" she said, her breathing heavy.

"So... I’m yours?"

Mary remained sitting on top of him, still moving her hips in slow circles while she milked him to the last drop.

"But of course, honey... you belong to me whether you like it or not... And you have for much longer than you imagine."

Mark didn’t answer.

The pleasure of cumming inside her had been so intense that Mary’s words reached him like distant noise, without him being able to process them.

Then she let herself fall onto his chest, letting the weight of her body settle against Mark’s, warm and heavy.

She slid a little to the side, curling up next to him.

Mary put an arm over his torso, hugging him, and lifted one leg to rest it over his.

Both of their skin was covered in sweat and the remnants of semen that leaked between their thighs.

"I love you..." she murmured next to his ear, while giving him a kiss on the cheek.

Mark took a couple of seconds to react. He still felt the echo of the orgasm in his legs and his breathing was a little difficult.

And without saying anything he put an arm around her to pull her gently against him.