CHAPTER 64: PHARMACY NIGHT WITH RACHEL [2] [R-18 CONTENTS!]

"Haaaan!"

Rachel’s thighs clenched around my hand, her whole body jerking as her voice broke into a strangled cry. Her cunt pulsed against my fingers through the fabric, hips trembling uncontrollably as the wave of her climax washed over her.

Her breath came ragged, each inhale catching in her throat, each exhale a shaky gasp. She sagged back against the desk, arms barely holding her up as she shivered, her body slack and pliant in the aftershocks of release.

I drew back a little, watching her, taking in every detail like a man starving. Her breasts rose and fell rapidly with each breath, the nipples flushed a deep red, glistening from where my tongue and lips had worked them raw. Faint marks dotted the pale skin of her chest and neck—proof of how badly I’d wanted her, how hard I’d kissed.

Then my gaze dropped lower. Her panties were utterly ruined, the blue fabric soaked through and transparent, clinging to her mound so tightly the lines of her swollen folds showed through. Strands of wetness streaked the cloth, catching the light, and a hint of red pubic hair peeked at the edges. The sight carved itself into me, burned into memory.

My cock throbbed mercilessly in my briefs, straining, demanding more. With a sharp breath, I stripped off my shirt, my skin heating instantly in the close air of the backroom. Rachel tilted her head, still recovering, watching me through half-lidded eyes, her face flushed as though fevered.

I stepped forward, hooked my fingers into the waistband of her panties, and began tugging them down.

"Hmmn—!" She whimpered as the damp cloth dragged across her oversensitive sex, making her hips twitch helplessly.

The moment her pussy came into view, I froze, swallowing hard.

She was beautiful. Pink folds parted slightly, swollen from her earlier orgasm, gleaming with her cream. The rawness of her recent virginity loss was still there, the faint redness, but it only made her look more tender, more vulnerable, more impossibly enticing. Droplets slid slowly down her inner thighs as I pulled the panties completely off, lifting one of her legs to slip the garment free before tossing it aside.

Rachel tried to steady her breathing, her chest heaving, nipples still hard. But her eyes, hazy and uncertain, followed me as I gripped her hips and lifted her gently, setting her onto the desk with her legs dangling over the edge.

"Ryan..." She whispered, voice trembling, her arms bracing on the table, her body so exposed it made her shiver.

I stroked her thigh, then let my fingers drift up to the slick heat between her legs.

"Haahnnn!" She yelped, slamming her thighs together around my wrist as soon as I brushed her pussy, her hips jerking instinctively away from the sudden jolt of sensation.

I pulled my hand free slowly, meeting her wide, embarrassed eyes, and then—without breaking eye contact—brought my wet fingers to my lips.

The taste hit me, sharp and sweet at once, salty on the edges but creamy. My cock twitched, painfully hard.

Rachel’s blush deepened. "W...why did you... do that...?" She stammered, hiding her face behind her hair, her hands clutching the desk edge.

"Because," I said with a low grin, stepping closer, "you taste incredible."

Before she could protest further, I leaned down, pressing her thighs open, guiding her legs onto my shoulders. She squeaked, startled, her face redder than ever at the lewdness of the position—her cunt spread open right before my eyes, her fluids glistening under the light of the bright torchlights.

"R...Ryan, this is too embarrassing," she gasped, trying to squirm, but her legs trembled, and she didn’t pull away.

I inhaled deeply, letting the raw scent of her arousal fill me. The feminine musk, thick and intoxicating, made my cock twitch violently inside my briefs.

"Just relax," I murmured, lowering my mouth until my lips brushed the soaked folds of her pussy.

The moment my tongue slid over her slit, Rachel cried out, her head falling back, her hands slapping against the desk.

"Haaaaahhh! Hhhhnnnmmm!"

Her body jolted violently, thighs pressing against my head in a futile attempt to close, but I held her firm, tongue dragging slowly upward, savoring every taste of her creamy heat.

"Haahhnn! Ry...Ryaaannn! W–wait...haaan! D...don’t lick theereeehhhnn!" Rachel’s cries broke apart, her thighs trembling around my head as I feasted on her cunt. Her back arched off the desk before collapsing flat again, the wood creaking faintly beneath her weight.

Every time she pulsed and spilled, I chased it with my tongue, sucking hard at her folds, lapping hungrily as though trying to drink her dry. Her taste coated my lips, thick and intoxicating, and the sound of her wetness being slurped filled the tiny backroom shamelessly.

"Uhhhhnnnn—haa, oohhh goddd, R...Ryan!" Her voice cracked, high-pitched and wrecked, her own hand sliding up to clutch her breast, fingers squeezing her nipple desperately as if she needed the anchor.

I smiled against her cunt, and then sealed my lips over her pink folds, sucking hard, drawing another broken wail from her.

"Hhhhnnnnghh—!"

Her thighs quivered, her ankles crossing behind my back for a second before slackening again. She came again in shudders, hips rolling weakly against my mouth, the gush of her orgasm spilling over my tongue.

When I finally pulled back, her pussy was glistening, flushed and swollen from my tongue’s assault. I dragged my tongue across my lips, savoring her essence one last time, before standing up.

Rachel lay slumped on the desk, her mouth parted, panting shallowly, every breath a desperate gasp. Her breasts rose and fell in rapid rhythm, nipples red and sensitive, saliva glistening where she had bitten her lower lip too hard.

I couldn’t hold back anymore.

I shoved down my pants and briefs, freeing my cock, which sprang out heavy and throbbing, aching with the need to sink into her heat.

"Rachel," I said softly, leaning over her, brushing her hair away from her face. She looked at me through half-lidded eyes, still dazed, her skin flushed everywhere.

I kissed her. My tongue slid across her lips, coaxing them open, and she answered weakly but willingly, her soft moan vibrating against my mouth.

When I pulled back, her lips glistened again. "I’m going in, okay?"

Her chest rose sharply, and with her cheeks burning, she gave me the faintest nod.

I pressed my cock forward, guiding the thick tip against her soaked entrance, smearing it with her slick cream.

"Haaahhh... it’s... hot..." She whispered, eyes darting down.

"You’re the one who’s hot," I murmured back, my cock straining in my grip.

Her eyes widened slightly when she got a full look—my thick shaft poised against her smaller, tender slit. She gulped audibly, her thighs twitching nervously.

I lifted one of her legs back onto my shoulder, steadying her. She was too spent to move much, so I would carry her, guide her. My hand pressed gently against her stomach, feeling the rapid flutter of her heartbeat beneath her skin as I locked my gaze with hers.

And then, slowly, I pushed forward.

"Haahhhhhh!" Rachel’s mouth fell open in a silent scream, her head tilting back as her pussy stretched around me. Her walls were soaked but impossibly tight, clutching at me the deeper I sank inside.

My own groan rumbled in my throat. "Nnnnghh—fuck..." Her cunt squeezed me so firmly it was almost unbearable, every inch claiming me as I slid deeper.

I wanted to explode right then, to lose myself in her heat, but I forced the urge down. This couldn’t be over that quickly. I wanted to finish this with her, not just in her.

My hips rocked back, my cock dragging along her slick walls, then pressed forward again in a slow, steady rhythm.

"Ahhhhnn... nghhh—R-Ryan... ohhhnnn, this... hhhhnnn, this feels...!" Rachel’s voice faltered into whimpers, her hands clutching at the desk edge, knuckles pale. Her legs trembled against my shoulders, her hips shifting instinctively to meet mine.

Each thrust sank deeper, her pussy hugging me tight, pulling me in like it never wanted to let me go. The sound of our bodies meeting echoed wet and sharp in the small room, her juices coating me until each movement was smoother, hotter, slicker.

Her flushed face turned away, teeth biting down on her lip to muffle her cries, but I leaned down, kissed her cheek, her ear, whispering against her skin, "Don’t hide it, Rachel... nobody can hear you except me here."

Her restraint broke.

"Haahhhhnn! Mmmmnnnghh—R...Ryan!"

Her cries filled the air as I moved faster, her body opening up to me with each thrust, the tight squeeze loosening just enough to let me drive deeper, burying myself inside her heat.

Pah! Pah! Pah!

Her pussy clamped tight around me with every stroke, slick heat swallowing my cock whole, dragging me deeper with each thrust. The sound of our fucking filled the backroom, wet smacks and ragged breathing echoing off the shelves, shameless and raw.

I set a rhythm—slow at first, letting her walls adjust to me, savoring every ripple of her heat. My hips pressed flush against hers, grinding, drawing a whimpering moan from her throat.

"Hmn—hahhh... R...Ryan... it’s... it’s so much..." She gasped, her head tilting back, sweat beading on her temple.

I groaned, my grip tightening on her thigh as I pulled back, then slammed forward again, harder this time, burying myself until my pelvis kissed hers. Her cunt squeezed in a vice-like spasm, and her cry filled the air.

Time stretched.

Five minutes in, she was writhing under me, hips rolling desperately in time with my thrusts. Her moans came louder, broken, no longer restrained, her arms wrapping around my shoulders as though clinging for balance while I drove into her.

"Hhhhnnn—aaahhh! F...fuck... Ryan... it’s... haah!" she whimpered against my ear. Her breasts rubbed against my chest, slick with sweat, her nipples grazing my skin.

I couldn’t get enough of her. I angled my thrusts upward, grinding against her sweet spot inside, and she nearly screamed, her whole body jolting.

"Haahhhhnn! Oooohhh goddd—there, ohhh, fuck, there!"

Her nails raked down my back as her cunt spasmed again, another orgasm tearing through her. I didn’t slow, fucking her through it, milking every twitch of her walls as they fluttered around me. Her legs kicked weakly, thighs trembling against my shoulders, her body melting beneath the relentless pace.

Ten minutes in, her body was a mess of sweat, flushed skin, and shivers. She was spent but still clinging, every nerve alight as I kept pounding into her, pushing her further.

Her cries lost all coherence, reduced to broken syllables and sobbing moans: "Hhhhnnn—ahhhhnn—nngghhh!"

I felt her building again, tighter, higher, every squeeze of her cunt telling me she was climbing to a peak she couldn’t stop. I reached down, pressing my thumb to her swollen clit, circling it hard in time with my thrusts.

"Haaaaahnnn!" Her back arched violently, her head snapping back, mouth open in a silent scream before the sound burst free. Her pussy clamped down with crushing force, milking me, convulsing around my cock as she shattered.

Her climax ripped through her entire body—her thighs quaked uncontrollably against my shoulders, her arms clutched me in a desperate embrace, her cunt gushing wet heat over my cock as she came harder than before.

I buried myself to the hilt, groaning through clenched teeth as her walls wrung me mercilessly, her orgasm rippling on and on, dragging me to the edge with her.

Rachel collapsed back against the desk, trembling, her chest heaving with shallow gasps, sweat shining across her breasts. Her green eyes were glazed, mouth still open as aftershocks rolled through her.

Her peak climax left her utterly undone, spent as I held myself deep inside her releasing everything inside her, both of us shuddering from the intensity of it.