CHAPTER 48: CHAPTER 48: FOUL MOUTH

"Ummmm...." Catherine moaned, her voice a husky, desperate purr that vibrated through her entire body as Aiden’s tongue invaded her mouth like a conquering serpent, swirling, thrusting, and lapping with feral hunger.

It wasn’t just a kiss—it was a savage claiming, his thick, hot tongue dominating every inch of her wet cavern, tasting her sweetness, her essence, as if he owned her soul.

Saliva mingled in sloppy, dripping strands, their lips smashing together in a bruising, endless lock that left her gasping, her pussy throbbing with an ache so deep it felt like fire.

Never in her life, through all the dull, passionless encounters, had she tasted anything like this—raw, animalistic devouring that made her knees buckle and her juices soak through her panties, dripping down her thighs in hot, sticky trails.

Aiden felt it too, her clawing, insatiable want pouring into the kiss like molten lava, fueling his own raging desire.

He kissed her harder, deeper, his tongue fucking her mouth in rhythmic thrusts that mirrored what he craved to do to her cunt, all his meticulous grooming, all those whispered seductions finally exploding into this triumphant prize.

Her trembling lips, swollen and slick with their shared spit, were his now—quivering with the kind of desperate lust that made his cock strain painfully against his pants, rock-hard and leaking pre-cum.

"....Catherine..." He growled her name like a primal curse, his breath ragged, heaving in hot bursts against her flushed skin as he tore his lips from hers, leaving a glistening string of saliva connecting them.

"...Why... why did you stop?" she whimpered, her voice cracking with raw need, like a addict denied her fix.

She lunged forward, her plump, cherry-red lips seeking his again, but Aiden pulled back just enough to tease, his golden eyes devouring her like she was prey.

He drank in the sight—the infamous viscountess, the goddess of the Leonidus fief, her blue eyes hazy with lust, her golden hair tousled, her ever so massive breasts heaving with each pant, straining against her gown like overripe fruits begging to be plucked and ravaged.

Slowly, torturously, he leaned in to her neck, his hot breath ghosting over her sensitive skin before his lips attacked—sucking, biting, licking with possessive fury.

"My Catherine...." He groaned, the sound guttural, vibrating against her throat as his hands clamped around her waist, yanking her voluptuous body against his rock-hard frame.

Her curves molded to him perfectly, her thick, luscious form pressing into every ridge of his muscles, igniting sparks of electricity.

"How long have I waited to feel you like this..." He snarled, his voice dripping with filthy hunger, his massive hands sliding down to grip her enormous buttocks—soft, plump globes that overflowed his palms, jiggling with every squeeze.

He’d thought Amber’s ass was the pinnacle, but Catherine’s was a goddess’s bounty, taller than him by an inch, her body thicker, curvier, her tits so voluptuous they threatened to burst free, spilling out in heaving waves.

He ground his bulging cock against her, the thick, throbbing length pressing into her belly like a branding iron, hot and insistent, making her feel every vein, every pulse of his desire.

"Ahh! Oh fuck!" She cried out, her moan a throaty wail as waves of stimulation crashed over her—from his teeth nipping her neck, marking her with red bites, to his hands harassing her ass, kneading the soft flesh like dough, spreading her cheeks through the fabric.

She felt it all—the way his hips bucked against her, his massive dick grinding relentlessly, hot and burning through their clothes, promising to stretch her to her limits. ’...It’s big.... so fucking big, thicker than anything I’ve known...’ she thought, her pussy clenching emptily, gushing more slick nectar down her legs.

"....So, I was the woman... you wanted to fuck so bad... in the stories," she gasped, her voice breathy and laced with filthy curiosity, her body arching into him, begging for more.

Aiden released her neck with a wet pop, his golden eyes—burning with unquenchable lust—locking onto her blue ones, equally feral. "Yes...." He confessed, his tone a dark prophecy of possession. "I mean... look at you, you goddamn temptress."

His hands roamed greedily, sliding from her ass up her slim waist, then boldly to her chest, his palms cupping the edges of her massive tits. "..You look... you look so fucking scrumptious. These breasts, these big, juicy melons.." he growled, his voice thick with starvation as he grabbed them fully—or tried to—his large hands barely containing the overflowing flesh, squeezing hard, feeling the weight, the softness that made his cock twitch violently.

She felt her violent grab..."Ohh!... Fuck, Aiden!" She moaned louder, her cheeks flushing crimson, her back arching like a bowstring as bolts of pleasure shot straight to her dripping core.

Such raw aggression, such bold filth pouring from his lips—it shattered the facade of their previous soft whispers, revealing the beast beneath.

Even her husband had never unleashed this on her; she’d felt aged, undesired, but Aiden’s every touch, every savage smooch, every brutal grab reignited her youth, making her pussy weep with need, her nipples hardening to diamond points under his assault.

"...My husband... if he finds out..." She breathed, but the words were half-hearted, her body betraying her with grinding hips.

"Your husband?....., Don’t worry, with all due respect...I’ll make you my personal fucktoy..." He snarled, yanking her waist against him with brutal force, burying his face in her cleavage, inhaling her intoxicating scent—musk mixed with floral perfume—as he ground his hard dick’s bulge into her stomach, letting her feel the monstrous length pulse against her.

"The only thing you need to worry about, Lady Catherine... is how roughly I’ll ravage this slutty...slutty body of yours... very fucking rough..." He thundered, his hand shooting to the back of her neck, gripping tight, forcing her eyes to meet his dominating gaze.

She looked away in shameful ecstasy, her body trembling. "I will make you scream in heaven’s bliss... what it truly means to be my cum-drenched whore..." He whispered filthily, his other hand diving under her gown, sliding up her thick, quivering thighs—smooth, plush skin glistening with sweat and arousal—lifting the fabric inch by agonizing inch, exposing her dripping, swollen pussy to the air.

"...Wait.. what are you—" Catherine protested weakly, her voice a needy whine, but he silenced her with another devouring kiss, his tongue raping her mouth in deep, sloppy thrusts, muffling her cries.

"Ohh!...Aiden...you, I thought...I thought you were respectful, kind, understanding person.....but" She voiced, feeling his touch rising from her thighs.

"But...your foul mouth and your foul hands.... revealed who you truly are.."

His hands ventured higher, higher, past her thighs to her sopping valley—he could feel the heat, the wetness radiating from her core, her juices already flooding her inner thighs in slick rivers, soaking her panties through.

"And you love it..." Aiden whispered. "I know...no one, and I mean no one in your life....even your own husband beloud those words...and see....

..You want this so fucking bad..." He growled against her lips, breaking the kiss just to spit the words. "So shut your pretty mouth and let me finger-fuck this greedy cunt until you beg for my cock.." He commanded, his fingers shoving aside her drenched underwear, plunging into the molten heat.

She didn’t deny it, couldn’t..... because it was all true, all the god damn words, coming out of his fucking mouth. all true to the core.

Cause, it was a goddamn flood down there.