CHAPTER 54: [R18] CLASH OF CROWNS(4)

He pulled out and flipped her onto her back, spreading her legs wide.

He positioned himself at her entrance, watching as his cum dripped out of her, pooling on the floor.

Her eyes were half-closed, her chest heaving as she stared up at him. He pushed back in, her walls tightening around him again.

He began to move, his strokes deep and slow, savoring the feel of her clenching around his cock.

Nia’s body was a temple of desire, her muscles quivering with every movement he made.

She could feel herself slipping away, the edge of consciousness beckoning, but she didn’t want to go. Not yet.

With a herculean effort, she wrapped her legs around his waist, pushing her hips up to meet him. Her moans grew fainter with each passing second, until she could only whimper and gasp.

Nash watched her, his eyes dark with passion. He knew she was close, knew she was reaching her limit.

But he was a man on a mission, and he wasn’t going to stop until she broke.

There wasn’t even the sigh of a quest this time, but he grew so used to fulfill the recommendations of the system that he just went with the mission of driving her crazy.

He leaned down, folding her in half until her knees nearly touched her shoulders, locking her ankles beside her head.

His hips drove straight down into her, each thrust bottoming out and forcing her walls to stretch around him, the angle squeezing and milking his cock.

Cum from his earlier releases welled up and poured out around his shaft with every downward slam, splashing onto her belly and the floor.

His tongue pushed into her mouth as he fucked her like that, swallowing her muffled cries, her body trembling under him and pinned in place, reduced to a pliant plaything beneath the relentless plunges.

He pulled out, and she felt empty for the briefest of moments before he flipped her onto her stomach, her cheek pressing into the floor.

He pushed back in, his cock sliding through the wetness that was a mix of their juices.

The new angle had her pussy stretching to accommodate him, and she felt every inch of him as he claimed her from behind.

His hips slapped against her ass, each smack making the soft, supple flesh ripple and jiggle like a helpless victim under his thrusts.

The round curve of her cheeks quivered with every impact, the sting blending with a deep, rolling heat that shot up her spine, sending sharp jolts of pleasure through her.

Her breaths grew shallower, her moans reduced to whimpers. She felt the world spinning around her, her vision swimming with stars.

But just as she was about to slip away, Nash reached down and grabbed her hair, yanking her head back.

"Look at me," he ordered, his voice harsh.

Her eyes fluttered open, meeting his gaze. The fire in his eyes was almost too much to handle, but she held on, her body responding to his command.

With a final, powerful thrust, he came again, the eruption hitting her like a blast, thick streams of seed painting and flooding the walls of her pussy until it spilled back out in heavy drops, pattering onto the floor beneath them.

The force of it made her convulse hard, her eyes rolling up as she bit her lip, thighs trembling and ass quivering under him.

For a moment she lay there twitching, breathing in sharp, ragged gasps, until he pulled her again, turning her leg suddenly.

She gasped, voice slurred and drunk with exhaustion.

"Wh-what? Again? Gimme a... second... wait..."

But he didn’t stop, his movements turning erratic as he continued to fuck her through her orgasm, his cock swelling with every spurt of cum.

Nia’s body was a writhing mass of pleasure, her mind lost to the sensations. She could feel her consciousness slipping away, but she didn’t care.

The intensity didn’t let up. Nash was past thought now, his body running on pure instinct, the room around them just another thing to tear through.

He hauled Nia up, folding her into positions he’d read about, seen in diagrams, ones meant to push limits.

Each time he shifted her, it ended with another sharp, deep ejaculation inside her, thick warmth flooding her until it spilled in streams down her thighs and onto the ruined floor.

She tried many times to fight back, hips snapping back against him, legs locking around him to meet his thrusts, her nails clawing for hope.

But each relentless pounding drained her fight, her moans turning breathy, less sharp, until they melted into broken whimpers.

Her eyes glazed, her head lolled back, body jerking with each slam, and he tossed her as if she weighed nothing, on the floor, over the table, against the wall, using every surface as a brace to drive deeper.

The table legs splintered when he bent her over it, food and glass scattering under their feet. The air was heavy with sweat and steam, their skin slick, their bodies slipping against each other.

Each new position was rougher than the last: legs over his shoulders, bent in half, lifted in the air; her back arched, ass bouncing and jiggling helplessly with every thrust.

Cum gushed out around him, dripping onto the floor in messy puddles.

She barely spoke now, lips parted in a silent gasp, eyes white and unfocused as if she was somewhere far away.

He didn’t slow down.

Every time he felt himself release, he stayed hard, pulling her into the next position without pause, hips driving with the same merciless rhythm.

The room blurred, wrecked around them, pictures crooked on the walls, chairs overturned, the lamp shattered on the floor.

Nash wasn’t counting time. It could have been minutes or hours, but it didn’t matter.

All that existed was the next thrust, the next sound of skin meeting skin, the next spurt spilling out of her as her body trembled and shook, until she was nothing more than a pliant, twitching form in his grip.