Chapter 878: Knock At The Door

Lorena’s moans filled the hotel room like a filthy symphony—raw, desperate, rising higher with every brutal thrust. Her legs were wrapped tight around my waist, heels digging into my lower back, pulling me deeper as if she could fuse us together.

I gripped her waist hard—fingers sinking into the soft flesh above her hips—using the leverage to slam into her relentlessly, each stroke driving my cock balls-deep into her soaked, swollen pussy.

Her clit was swollen and throbbing, peeking out from its hood, glistening with her arousal. Every time my pubic bone ground against it, she jolted—her whole body spasming, pussy clenching like a velvet fist around my cock. Thick, clear strands of her cream coated my cock, dripping down my balls and soaking the sheets beneath us in a growing wet spot.

"Jack—oh fuck—harder—don’t stop—aaaaahhh!" she cried, voice breaking into high, slutty whimpers. Her nails raked down my back, leaving red trails that burned deliciously.

"Your cock is so thick... stretching me... hitting so deep—aaaaahhh I can feel it in my guts—fuck me—wreck my pussy—make me your cum-dump again—aaaaahhh!"

I leaned down, pressing my entire body against hers—chest crushing her heavy tits, nipples scraping against my skin with every punishing thrust. Our sweat-slick skin stuck together, sliding hot and slippery.

I captured her mouth in a bruising kiss—tongue invading, claiming, swallowing her moans as I fucked her harder, faster, the wet slap-slap-slap of our bodies echoing obscenely.

I broke the kiss and dragged my tongue up the side of her neck—tasting salt, perfume, and raw arousal—then lower, burying my face against her armpit. The skin there was warm, slightly damp with sweat, carrying that intimate, musky scent that always drove her wild when I licked it.

The moment my tongue flicked over the sensitive hollow, Lorena’s pussy clamped down violently—walls fluttering, rippling, trying to milk me dry.

"Oh godddd—Jack—nooo—not there—aaaaahhh!" she wailed, voice cracking into a high, broken scream. "You know what that does to me—licking my armpit—dirty—gross—aaaaahhh fuck—my pussy’s tightening—gonna cum—gonna cum so hard—don’t stop—lick it—suck it—aaaaahhhh!"

I growled against her skin, tongue lapping broad, wet stripes over her armpit—tasting her sweat, her heat—while my hips never slowed, pounding her mercilessly, cock battering her cervix with every thrust.

Her body locked up—back arching off the mattress, thighs quaking around me, pussy spasming wildly.

"I’m cumming—aaaaaaaahhhhh! Fuck—fuck—your cock—your tongue—my armpit—oh godddd—cumming—cumming so hard—aaaaahhhhhh!"

She shattered.

Her pussy convulsed in violent, rhythmic pulses—squirting hard around my cock in hot, forceful jets that sprayed across my abs, my thighs, the bed. Her screams turned into wordless, animal wails—high-pitched, broken, echoing off the walls as her whole body shook with the intensity of it.

At the same moment, the tight grip of her spasming cunt and the way her womb fluttered around my tip snapped my control.

I groaned low and primal, hips locking forward as I buried myself as deep as possible—tip breaching her cervix again, lodged in the hot, clutching warmth of her womb.

"Aaaaaaahhh take it—take every fucking drop—Lorena—fuuuuckkk!"

I erupted.

SPLURT. SPLURT. SPLURT. SPLURT.

Thick, hot ropes blasted straight into her womb—powerful jets that flooded her deepest chamber, painting her insides white. Each pulse felt endless, my balls tightening and releasing as I pumped load after load deep where it belonged.

Lorena felt every single spurt—her eyes rolling back, mouth open in a continuous, shattered moan.

"Aaaaaaaaaaahhhh... yes—yes—cum in me—fill my womb—oh god it’s so hot—so much—splashing inside—breeding me—aaaaahhhh aaaaaahhhh aaaaaahhhh—keep cumming—don’t stop—flood me—make me leak you all day—aaaaahhhh!"

Her pussy milked me greedily—walls rippling, womb fluttering, sucking every drop deeper while more of her squirt gushed out around my base, mixing with the overflow of my cum that started seeping out despite how tightly she gripped me.

I kept thrusting through it—slow, deep rolls now—milking the last pulses from my cock while she trembled beneath me, aftershocks making her pussy twitch and flutter around my still-hard cock.

When the final spurt finally ebbed, I stayed buried inside her—tip still lodged in her womb, feeling the warm, heavy slosh of my cum every time she breathed.

Lorena’s arms wrapped around my neck, pulling me down until our foreheads touched. Her voice was wrecked—hoarse, breathless, still dripping with that coquettish little whine.

"Mmmmmm... so full... your cum is sitting so deep... I can feel it sloshing in my womb... god... I’m gonna be dripping you for hours... everyone’s gonna smell it on me... aaaaahhh... You ruined me again..."

I kissed her slowly and filthily—tongue sliding against hers, tasting her moans.

"You begged for it," I murmured against her lips. "Begged to be bred. Begged to be marked. And now you’re leaking my cum like the perfect little slut you are."

She shivered, pussy clenching weakly around me one last time.

"Evil... husband..." she whispered, but her smile was lazy, satisfied, utterly fucked-out.

I pulled out slowly—my cock emerging with a wet schlick, followed by a thick gush of cum pouring from her stretched, puffy pussy—white and creamy, mixing with her squirt and dripping down her ass crack onto the sheets.

Lorena whimpered at the emptiness, thighs trembling.

"Stay inside... please... just a little longer..."

I chuckled, sliding two fingers into her leaking cunt—scooping up a thick glob of our mixed mess—and brought them to her lips.

"Taste us," I ordered softly.

She opened obediently, sucking my fingers clean—eyes locked on mine, tongue swirling around the digits like she was savoring every filthy drop.

"Mmmmmm... your cum... my squirt... so good... so nasty..." she murmured, voice hoarse and dreamy.

I kissed her again—deep, claiming—then rolled us so she was draped across my chest, legs tangled, her dripping pussy pressed against my thigh.

"Rest for a minute," I told her. "Jayden and your mother might show up soon. But when they do... you’re gonna walk out there with my cum still leaking down your thighs... and you’re gonna smile like the well-fucked lawyer you are."

Lorena shivered, burying her face against my neck.

"You’re going to ruin my reputation..."

Lorena’s yelp turned into a breathless giggle as my palm connected with her ass one last time—light but sharp enough to make the pink handprint bloom brighter on her already reddened skin. She squirmed against me, thighs rubbing together, still leaking my fresh cum down her inner legs in slow, sticky trails.

Then—sharp knock knock knock—at the door.

Lorena froze. Her eyes went wide, cheeks flaming crimson in an instant. The playful haze of post-orgasm bliss vanished, replaced by pure mortified panic.

"Oh god... oh no..." she whispered, voice tiny and trembling.

I propped myself up on one elbow, smirking lazily. "Go open the door, baby. See who it is."

She stared at me like I’d lost my mind. "Jack—I can’t—I’m... look at me!"

Cum was already dripping out of her well-fucked pussy—thick white globs sliding down her thighs, threatening to hit the floor any second. Her legs shook, knees weak from the pounding she’d just taken.

I raised an eyebrow. "You heard me. Go."