Chapter 514: Outside the Gates (r-18)

Phei’s hand tightened on her jaw ever so slightly, then his thumb pressing just hard enough to keep her mouth open for him as the kiss turned savage again—tongues fucking deep, wet, sloppy, saliva

stringing

between their lips like a bridge and evidence of their kiss every time they parted for a ragged breath.

Phei didn’t ask for permission and simply hooked one arm under her ass, the other around her waist, and yanked her across the centre console in one smooth, possessive motion towards himself with enough strength.

She gasped in a sharp and delighted voice while straddling his lap in the driver’s seat, while her knees braced on either side of his hips, dress riding up to bunch around her waist giving more access it’s owner had already surrendered.

The silk clung obscenely to her inner thighs like paint, spreading wider with every tiny shift of her hips.

Her wet

panties

were plastered transparent to her swollen mound—outer lips puffy, parted, glistening; the fat, engorged clit throbbed visibly through the sheer fabric, standing proud and flushed dark pink, begging for contact.

Even a Goddess like her fell prey for his abilities and touch even with no Goddess Fall Touch involved.

He didn’t waste time.

His fingers hooked the crotch of her panties—

riiiip

—the delicate lace tore away with a soft, expensive snap, leaving her

bare, dripping cunt

exposed to the cool air and the blue dashboard glow.

Slick immediately wept from her fluttering entrance in thick, glossy strands—long, sticky threads stretching and breaking as they dripped straight onto the massive bulge of his cock still trapped in denim.

The goddess’s

outerlips

were swollen and shiny, her inner folds flushed deep rose and visibly quivering, the tiny hole clenching rhythmically on nothing, hungry for something to grip.

"Fuck—I love your pussy, Goddess," he rasped against her mouth.

It was already crying for him.

He plunged three fingers into her without warning—deep, curling hard against the ridged front wall, thumb flattening over her swollen clit in slow, relentless circles.

Her walls clamped down instantly onto his fingers—hot, velvety vise—fluttering and sucking at his knuckles like a starving mouth. The wet squelch of het wet filled the car—loud, obscene, rhythmic—as Phie pumped them in and out, slow, at first, then faster.

He curled his fingers upwards still deep inside her pussy feeling the warm walls cramp on his fingers... he curled deeper each time to grind mercilessly against her

g-spot.

Every withdrawal dragged her creamy

inner lips

outward with his fingers, clinging desperately to his fingers; every thrust shoved them back in with a glossy, sucking sound.

She moaned into his mouth in a high, shattered cry of pleasure, her hips bucking forward to ride his hand, ass jiggling softly against his thighs with every desperate roll.

Her medium teardrop tits bounced free as he tore the halter neck of her blouse open with one sharp yank—fabric ripping down the front, silk parting to spill her full, soft breasts into his waiting mouth.

Her dark, bullet-hard nipples of her boobs were already painfully erect—standing out like ripe

berries,

while he perfect areolas puckered tight and crinkled from arousal.

He closed his mouth around them and devoured them like a man starved: lips sealing over one peaked bud at a time and sucking hard enough to hollow his cheeks, tongue flicking the tight point in rapid, wet lashes before flattening to lap broad, sloppy circles around the wide areola before letting go.

He pulled one nipple deep into his mouth—teeth grazing the sensitive base just enough to sting—then soothed it with slow, open-mouthed sucks that left faint red marks blooming across the soft, creamy curves.

He

switched

to the other—same worshipful hunger—tongue swirling wet figure-eights around the stiff peak, then drawing it between his lips to suckle in long, rhythmic pulls that made her back arch violently.

The Ashford Madam, untouchable queen of Legacy—sobbed his name, voice cracking into continuous wrecked wails.

"Haaaahh~

Phei—fuck—yes—suck them harder—my tits are so sensitive—every pull on my nipples shoots straight to my clit—god—your fingers—curl them deeper—make me squirt again—please—"

She’d been leaking for way too long to care about her voice and grace right now.

He gave her what she begged for like her anger begged for.

His fingers pumped faster—three thick digits stretching her open, curling

ruthlessly

against her g-spot while his thumb ground merciless circles over her clit.

Her walls spasmed violently—clenching, fluttering, milking his knuckles in brutal waves.

Slick poured out in hot, glossy rivulets, coating his wrist, dripping down his forearm in thick strands.

Her clit swelled even more under his thumb as he applied the Goddess Fall Touch on it—throbbing visibly, pearl-hard and slick—every circle making the little hood pull back further to expose the raw, oversensitive tip.

First squirt hit hard with a forceful jet arcing from her cunt, splashing across his clothed cock and soaking the front of his trousers in messy arcs.

She screamed in raw, euphoric moans thighs quaking uncontrollably, inner muscles jumping and shivering against his hips, ass rippling and jiggling against his lap, back bowing so hard her torn blouse slipped further down her shoulders.

Her nipples tightened to painful points in his mouth—dark, glistening with spit—as another wave crashed through her.

He didn’t stop.

He curled his finger harder—thumb pressing firmer—drawing out a second, even messier squirt seconds later.

Hot jets sprayed his lap, puddling on the leather seat beneath them, dripping in glossy ropes down the sides.

Her cunt gaped slightly around his withdrawing fingers each time he pulled back—inner walls visible and fluttering pink, cream froth clinging to his knuckles like whipped topping. Her clit pulsed visibly—red, swollen, twitching with aftershocks—every tiny graze of his thumb sending fresh shivers racing up her shaking thighs and tremors in her body.

Through it all she ground desperately on his clothed cock and his fingers—feeling every thick vein throb through denim, the fat head leaking pre-cum in dark, sticky patches that mixed with her squirt.

She rocked faster—slit dragging along the rigid length, swollen outer lips parting wide around the bulge, clit scraping rough fabric with every filthy roll. The friction made her clit throb harder—each drag sending electric jolts through her core, making her thighs tremble and her ass cheeks ripple against him.

"Please—Phei—

unzip it

—let me feel it—rub that fat head along my slit—tease my entrance—just the tip—please—I need it sliding through my cream—mixing with my squirt—fuck—yes—more—"

He growled low—possessive—denying her. "Not yet, Goddess."

His free hand slid up her spine—fingers knotting in her ink-black hair—yanking her head back to expose her throat.

He latched onto the pulse point—sucking hard, teeth grazing—while his fingers never slowed.

Somewhere inside the vast estate, her husband sat at the long dining table—fork paused mid-air over a plate of cooling filet, oblivious, chewing slowly while the night outside swallowed the sound of his wife’s screams on a boy.

He would finish dinner alone, perhaps pour another glass of Bordeaux, never suspecting that at the very gates of his own legacy, the woman he called wife was being remade—body trembling, cunt weeping, tits marked, every inch of her claimed by the boy who now owned her pleasure.

Then he activated it again.

Just the lightest brush of his thumb—reverent, devastating—along the underside of her throbbing clit, tracing the swollen pearl in one slow, worshipful stroke.

She froze.

A high, keening wail tore from her throat—body spasming violently.

Her cunt clamped down on his fingers like a vice, walls fluttering in brutal, rhythmic waves.

Another massive squirt erupted—forceful, messy jets arcing high, soaking his shirt, splashing the steering wheel, streaking down the dashboard in hot, glossy rivulets.

Her thighs shook uncontrollably—inner muscles jumping and quivering against his sides—ass jiggling wildly against his lap, tits bouncing with every convulsion as she rode the peak. Her nipples—still wet and red from his mouth—tightened to impossible hardness, areolas crinkling tighter as fresh shivers raced over her breasts.

"Phei—fuck—yes—mine—yours—god—coming—coming

so hard—"

He worked her through it—fingers slowing to deep, grinding curls, thumb circling gently to milk every aftershock, drawing out smaller, trembling squirts that dripped steadily from her gaping entrance.

Her clit twitched under his touch—oversensitive, flushed dark—each soft pass making her hips jerk and her thighs shiver again.

When the spasms finally eased, she collapsed against him—trembling, wrecked, breath fogging the windows in thick clouds. Her cunt still fluttered around his fingers—slow, greedy pulses—leaking in slow, creamy strands that puddled beneath her.

Her breasts heaved with every ragged breath, nipples still standing stiff and glistening, dark marks from his teeth and lips blooming across the soft curves.

He

withdrew

slowly—three glistening digits sliding free with a wet pop, coated in thick cream and slick. He brought them to her lips—smearing the mess across her swollen mouth—then kissed her again, tasting her own release on her tongue.

"Good girl," he rasped, voice thick with reverence and hunger. "My perfect, dripping Goddess."

He opened the driver’s door.

Cool night air rushed in—carrying the sharp, musky scent of her arousal.

He lifted her effortlessly in the small space—arms under her thighs and ass—her legs wrapping around his waist, ruined dress bunched around her hips.