It Seems Like The Infamous Trash Can is Right Here! - Chapter 149
My body didn’t rise despite his slow, heavy thrusts, the thumping and pounding, so tightly were we entwined together.
Even as we panted for breath, neither of us paused; we pressed lips and tongues together, stealing and swallowing each other’s saliva and breaths.
Only after we’d writhed through one wave of pure, mutual possession did Lionel release my hand.
He held his gaze on my heaving chest as he straightened his torso.
Then, gripping my waist with both hands, he began to pound into me again, fast and fierce.
“Ah… yes… ugh…”
With nothing else to hold, I flailed until I desperately grabbed the sheet. The fierce assault on my scorching body made my vision flicker.
I felt him pulsing inside me, grinding into my core. Each time he withdrew ruthlessly, breaking free from the flesh clinging to him, and then drove back in, the fluid pooling at our join splashed up against my lower belly. The wet slaps and skin-on-skin thuds were thunderous.
My climax came faster than before.
“Ugh…!”
When Lionel pressed the tip of himself hard against the pleasure spot just behind my cervix, and I lifted my head and raised my hips in response, he couldn’t hold back and came.
His c**k throbbed fiercely, spewing his seed, and a wave of secondary orgasms crashed over me.
“Ah… hng… ugh…”
Lionel stared into my eyes, then slowly twisted his hips, coating the walls of me with his c*m.
Only after blinking away the tears that had pooled in my eyes and clearing my blurred vision did I truly see him.
Perhaps because his lower body was lifted and I was leaning back, my face felt flushed.
Or maybe it was because the union of our bodies was so vivid in my sight, the place where his dense muscles, marked by a dozen raised scars, met my pale, supple flesh.
His thick, veiny s***t, slicked with fluid, slid out slowly, then sank back in again, each motion deliberate and unhurried.
The sight of him disappearing beneath the curve of my body held me in thrall.
Had I really swallowed it all? I found my hand drifting to my lower belly without thinking. Under my palm, something pulsed and whined softly.
Pressing down gently, I felt him wriggle, filling me completely. Startled at my own touch, I pulled my hand back, and Lionel frowned.
“Serenia, what are you doing?”
Lionel asked me, his voice strained.
“Well… it’s just… you and I are so different, yet right now we’re joined as one, and somehow it feels… incredible.”
Tilting his head, he then fully withdrew.
Kneeling, he lifted me onto his thigh to deepen the angle, gripped his dripping s***t in his hand, and guided it back to my entrance.
“How is it? Can you see better now?”
When I nodded, he curled his lips into a smile, similar to the one in the bath, but fiercer.
Without hesitation, he slid himself slowly back inside me.
“Ugh…”
Even after the aftershocks of climax had subsided, my hypersensitive flesh trembled as it continued to draw him in.
Something so thick and long filled me to bursting, yet he kept pushing, filling me endlessly.
I wondered if I was stretched to the limit within.
Only once he’d seated himself fully to the root did he stop moving.
