CHAPTER 173: [R18] THE KING’S EIGHT(9)

Nash eased out slowly, the stretch leaving Alicia gasping softly and needy, her cunt clenching empty like it missed him already, a thick string of their mixed mess stretching then snapping between them with a quiet, wet sound that echoed lewdly in the pink room.

He lifted her into his arms, bridal-style easy, her body limp and trembling against his chest, her twin-tails draping messily over his arm like silk ropes soaked in sweat.

Her freckled skin was flushed dark and glowing under the pink lights, every inch was warm and slick from sweat, the texture rough-soft where dried patches mixed with fresh beads rolling down her curves.

"Careful now," he murmured low, voice warm against her ear as he carried her to the cleaner bench, laying her down gently.

"Relax for a moment,"

Alicia clung to him tightly, arms around his neck, legs wrapping loose around his waist as he settled over her, her freckled tits pressing soft and damp to his chest.

"Didn’t... hear no bell," she whispered, as she pulled him closer, her fingers tangling in his hair sticky from sweat, nails scraping his scalp light like she couldn’t get enough touch.

Her hands lingered curious, exploring his shoulders slowly like she discovered something rare.

Nash chuckled low, kissing her forehead slowly, lips feeling the salty slick of her skin mixed with faint cherry gloss, then her freckled cheeks, tasting the faint grit of dried sweat with fresh drops, his hands roaming curious, sliding down her sides, thumbs tracing the curve of her waist where skin felt silky over firm muscle, the texture changing subtly from smooth to slightly bumpy where goosebumps rose under his palms. Her freckles were scattered like stars he wanted to map with his mouth.

"Love how your skin reacts," he murmured teasing bluntly, lips brushing one cluster on her collarbone, tongue flicking out to taste the warm, salty skin dotted like secrets.

Her cheeks burned at the praise, thighs squeezing his sides faintly like the words hit deeper than his cock had, her eyes flickering wide for a second before she hid it with a huff, nuzzling into his neck, her breath hot and shaky against his skin, the faint scratch of her twin-tails tickling his shoulder as she clung tighter.

"Shut up... I’m still not done," she muttered.

Her hips rolled up slowly on their own, grinding her soaked cunt against his abs, the slick heat leaving wet trails on his skin, a tiny whimper slipping out as she clung tighter, her fingers stroking his back gently.

He slid back in, more gently this time, slowly and deeply, filling her easily now, her walls trembling with heat around him like heated silk gripping velvet, the texture inside her undulating gently but firmly, drawing him in at every inch.

"Mmm, feel that?" he whispered, thrusting lazy rolls, hand cupping one freckled tit, thumb circling her nipple softly, feeling the stiff peak harden more under his touch, the skin around it pebbled faintly from goosebumps, the texture rough-smooth under his palm as he squeezed gentle then firmer.

"Look at you... no more complaining about the size. Guess my cock already reshaped that pretty little womb, huh? Fits like it was made for me now."

Alicia’s eyes open half way. She grabbed his hair hard, yanked him down until their noses brushed, lips barely apart.

"Shut up, idiot," she breathed. "Your fat cock isn’t normal and you’re proud of that? Just quit talking and fuck me already!"

She rolled her hips up to meet his next thrust, taking him to the hilt with a filthy, wet sound, then ground slow circles that made him groan.

"Feel that? My cunt’s milking you..."

Her tongue flicked out, tracing his bottom lip once, then she crushed her mouth to his.

Their tongues slammed together. She sucked his tongue hard, teeth grazing, moaning loud into his mouth like she wanted to swallow him whole.

He answered the same, kissing her deeper, possessive, hand fisting her twin-tails to tilt her head exactly how he wanted, controlling every angle while she fought back just enough to keep it filthy.

Their saliva mixed and spilled from the corners of their mouths, dripping down her chin onto her freckled tits. The wet sounds were obscene, their breaths coming in harsh pants between clashes of teeth and tongue.

The girls around them went dead still.

Hina’s hands flew to her mouth. Aiko’s eyes twitched, thighs pressing together. Kai’s smirk faded into something stunned.

Rei stood frozen at the edge of the circle, arms fallen loose at her sides. She couldn’t look away.

Her blue eyes traced every roll of Alicia’s hips, every thrust Nash gave, every drop of spit that fell between their locked mouths.

She felt heat crawling up her neck, down her chest, pooling low in her belly. Her thighs clenched on instinct.

She felt it then, a slow trickle between her legs.

Rei glanced down, confused, shifting her weight. Her panty was soaked through at the crotch, clinging sticky, a dark patch spreading.

She was dripping... From watching that?

Her breath hitched silent, cheeks burning darker than ever, but she didn’t move, she couldn’t move, everytime she tried, she heard a noise that made her eyes snap back to Nash and Alicia, the kiss still going, deeper, messier, endless.

Nash rolled her hips, his sex sliding slowly along her walls in that perfect rhythm, his free hand exploring further, sliding along her side, his thumb tracing the hollow of her waist where the skin was silky over firm muscle, then lower to squeeze her thigh, the texture firm and smooth with a slight suppleness, warm and slightly rough from the dried sweat as he gently kneaded it.

"Fucking good," he murmured against her lips, thrusting deeper, feeling her walls ripple and cling.

"Y-yeah... like that... don’t stop... touch me more," she whispered against his lips, moaning longer as he thrust deeper, her body melting fully, thighs wrapping tighter like she never wanted him out, her fingers digging subtly into his back.

He did, hands roaming her body thoroughly, tracing freckles down her chest slow, squeezing her tits soft then firmer, feeling the weight and give, thumb flicking nipples as she whimpered into his mouth.

Alicia clung tighter, moans turning soft and rolling, "Mmm... yes... I’m all yours... keep going..." like his words wrapped her warmer than his cock.

Nash didn’t rush.

He stayed deep inside Alicia, hips rolling slowly, letting her feel every inch of him throb against her walls. She was folded beneath him on the bench, knees hooked over his forearms, back arched, freckled tits rising and falling with every breath.

He moved in long, slow strokes that dragged the head all the way to her entrance, then sank back in to the hilt, grinding slow circles when he bottomed out, stirring her fully.

Alicia’s moans rolled out of her like warm honey.

"Mmmh... haaa... yes... like that... deeper... don’t stop..."

No more sharp words, no more tough act, just pure, melted pleasure, her voice cracking on every grind, cheeks flushed dark, eyes half-lidded and glassy.

Their sweat-slick skin slid together with every roll, the friction hot and perfect, her thighs trembling around his waist, the bench creaking soft beneath them.

They kissed again, slow and deep, tongues moving lazily, tasting each other like they had all night.

Alicia clung to him, fingers tangled in his hair, hips rolling up to meet every gentle thrust, her cunt fluttering softly around him, milking him with every grind.

The room was silent except for their breathing and the wet, rhythmic sounds of skin on skin, the soft creak of the bench, Alicia’s endless sweet moans.

Nash finally felt the pressure build slowly.

He didn’t speed up. He just rolled deeper, grinding harder at the end of every stroke, letting the pleasure rise gentle and steady.

Alicia’s moans turned higher, breathier, her whole body trembling.

"Mmm... yes... oh god..."

He buried himself to the hilt one last time, held her there, and let go.

This time, it wasn’ an explosion. Rather, a river.

Warm, thick cum poured into her in long, slow pulses, flooding her womb gently, but endlessly, filling her so full it leaked out around his shaft in creamy streams, running down her ass crack, pooling warm beneath her on the bench.

Alicia’s eyes rolled back softly, mouth open in a blissful moan, body shaking with every pulse, her cunt clenching to milk him dry.

The girls watched in stunned silence.

Then, another noise took their attention.

Miko moaned first, loud and broken, fingers plunging madly between her thighs on the bench where she’d been wrecked, rubbing her clit hard, eyes locked on the cum leaking from her pussy.

Nia dropped beside her, face pressed to the bench, tongue lapping slowly at the puddle of cum like a cat with cream, moaning deep as she fingered herself harder.

Nash’s aphrodisiac cum was taking effect.

Alicia lay beneath him, eyes half-lidded, lips parted, face glowing, a soft, stupid smile on her flushed face, the look of a girl freshly, perfectly fucked.

The Baby-Boom girls and Jaz stared, mouths open, thighs rubbing together, the sight and smell driving them crazy.

Nash rose slowly, cock still raging hard, glistening thick with cum and juices, veins pulsing angry.

How far could this man go? It seemed as if he was truly determined never to go limp, until each of them had been completely and thoroughly fucked.

He looked around the circle, a calm smile on the lips.

"So, who’s next?"