CHAPTER 188: JULIUS FALL II

"Can we please fuck again?"

Devon didn’t speak.

His eyes—dark, burning, predatory—locked on her like lasers, cutting through the humid, sex-thick air, glinting sharp in the golden sunlight slanting through the half-open blinds.

His cock—still rock-hard, veins pulsing thick and angry, head flushed dark purple and shiny with her cream—twitched hard, a fresh bead of pre-cum pearling slow and fat at the slit, dripping thick onto the piss-soaked hardwood, splashing faint in the puddle.

He stepped forward slow, bare feet silent, crunching soft over mug shards and sticky piss puddles, muscles flexing hard under the light, every ridge catching gold, scars glowing faint like war trophies etched in skin.

The air smelled heavy, jasmine twisted dark with musk, cum, squirt, piss, and sweat.

Amara rose slow from the leather armchair—regal, naked, goddess, a queen carved from sin and sweat and cum, skin glistening wet under the light.

Piss still dripped slow and golden from her inner thighs, warm and sharp, mixing with Devon’s cum streaking thick and creamy down her legs, catching the sunlight in shiny, filthy trails that smelled pungent and raw.

Her hair wild and sticky, tangled with sweat and squirt, strands plastered to her neck, her tits, her cheek. Eyes gleaming dark fire, smile wide and vicious and perfect.

She turned to Devon, dropped to her knees slow on the thick rug, ass up high and round, back arched deep and perfect, tits swaying heavy and full, nipples hard as bullets, dark and swollen, brushing the rug faint.

Pussy exposed—swollen lips parted wide and wet, clit throbbing hard and shining like a pearl, cum still oozing slow and thick, dripping onto the rug with soft plip-plip-plip sounds, pooling shiny.

She looked back over her shoulder, hair spilling wild over one eye, sticking to her lip, voice a purr thick with lust, filthy:

"Take me, baby. From behind. Slam that fat cock in me. Make me scream your name till my throat’s raw. Make me forget I was ever married."

Devon moved—slow, deliberate, lethal—kneeled behind her, one hand gripping her hip hard, fingers digging deep into marked skin, bruising fresh purple over red handprints, skin hot under his palm.

The other wrapped around his cock—thick, hot, pulsing like a heartbeat—stroked once, twice, three times slow, smearing pre-cum down the shaft, making it glisten wet and slick under the light.

He pressed the head to her entrance—slow, teasing, torturous—let her feel every inch, every vein, every throb, the heat, the stretch, the promise.

Amara moaned loud—head falling forward, hair curtaining her face, sticking to her cheek, her lips—pushed back greedy and desperate, pussy clenching air, dripping more.

He slammed in—CRACK—balls deep in one brutal, merciless thrust, cockhead slamming her cervix hard, stretching her wide, burning perfect, filling her completely, bottoming out with a wet squelch. Amara screamed—raw, broken, glorious, voice echoing off the walls, rattling the windows, shaking the dust—back arching harder, tits bouncing wild and heavy, pussy clenching tight around him like a vice, juices gushing instant and hot down his balls, dripping thick onto the rug, soaking dark and spreading.

"YES! FUCK! SO BIG! SO FUCKING DEEP! STRETCH MY SLUT CUNT! RUIN ME! FUCK ME LIKE A WHORE! LIKE HE NEVER COULD! LIKE HE NEVER WILL!"

Devon didn’t speak. Just fucked. Hard. Relentless. Hips snapping fast and punishing—slap-slap-slap-slap—wet and loud and obscene, balls slapping her clit hard and rhythmic, cock dragging over her walls, hitting that spot inside that made her see stars, made her shake, made her break.

One hand fisted tight in her hair—yank—pulled her head back hard, neck arched painful and perfect, scalp burning sweet like fire, strands ripping faint. The other cracked down on her ass—SMACK—loud and sharp, skin rippling, again—SMACK—again—SMACK—red handprints blooming bright and hot, stinging sweet, glowing under the light.

Amara turned her head—eyes blazing, smile vicious and slow, voice dripping venom and honey and filth:

"Look at him, you pathetic fucking dog. On his knees. Covered in my hot piss. Licking the floor like a fucking animal. Tongue out, slurping my mess like it’s dinner. And here I am—getting railed by a real cock."

Another thrust—hard, deep—she screamed loud, pussy squirting faint and hot, splashing his thighs. "That’s what winning feels like. That’s what real dick does. Your tiny prick couldn’t even tickle me. Couldn’t even find my clit."

He whimpered—loud, broken, pathetic—hands trembling hard on the floor, cock hard and leaking in his soaked pants, twitching desperate, pre-cum dripping into the piss puddle.

Tears streamed fresh and fast, mixing with piss on his face, dripping thick into the mess he’d been licking.

"Touch yourself, you worthless fucking dog," Amara snarled, voice shaking hard with every thrust, every slam, every stretch.

"Pull that pathetic little prick out and jerk it. Jerk it while he fucks me raw. Jerk it while I come all over his fat cock. Show me how grateful you are. Grateful your wife gets fucked right. Grateful you get to watch a real man breed me. Grateful your sad little dick gets to leak while I get flooded."

He obeyed—shaking bad, hands fumbling clumsy and wet—unzipped slow, pulled out his cock—small, hard, leaking pre-cum thick and clear—stroked slow and desperate, hand slick with piss and his own mess, whimpering loud and wet, glrk-glrk sounds from his throat.

His eyes locked on them—Devon’s cock disappearing into her over and over, stretching her wide, owning her, hips snapping relentless, muscles flexing hard, sweat dripping down his chest in shiny rivulets, splashing onto her back, mixing with her squirt, her cum.

"Faster, dog," Amara moaned loud, pushing back hard, meeting every thrust, ass rippling, tits bouncing wild. "

Jerk it like you mean it. Like you’re grateful. Grateful I let you see this. Grateful I let a real man cum in your wife. Grateful your sad little dick gets to leak while I get filled with hot, thick seed."

Devon flipped her sudden—fast, brutal—onto her back on the rug, legs hooked high over his shoulders, folded in half, knees smashed to her swaying tits, pussy wide open and dripping, wrecked and begging, lips parted, clit throbbing.

He drove in deep—deeper than before—angle brutal and perfect, cockhead slamming her cervix with every thrust, stretching her wide, burning sweet, ruining.

The rug burned her back faint—fibers rough and scratchy, digging in—but she didn’t care.

She screamed—voice raw and wrecked, tits bouncing wild, nipples brushing her own knees, pussy gushing with every slam, squirting faint arcs.

"YES! RIGHT THERE! FUCK MY CERVIX! BREED ME AGAIN! FILL MY FILTHY WOMB WITH YOUR HOT CUM! KNOCK ME UP! MAKE ME SWELL WITH YOUR BABY! MAKE ME YOUR SLUT FOREVER!"

He stroked faster—hand flying frantic, cock twitching hard, breath hitching wet and desperate, glrk-glrk.

His eyes wide and glassy, tears dripping fast, watching Devon destroy her, watching her love it, watching her break and beg.

Amara laughed—filthy, broken, triumphant—voice shaking hard.

"Look at you, dog. Jerking that sad little dick. You gonna come? Gonna come watching your wife get bred like a cheap whore? Do it. Come. Come like the loser you are. Come while he owns me. Come while I scream for his cum. Come while your wife’s pussy gets flooded and yours stays empty."

He did—sudden, hard, pathetic—ropes of cum shooting weak and thin onto his hand, his stomach, dripping slow and watery into the piss puddle, body shaking violent and broken, whimpering loud and high, glrk-glrk.

Amara laughed—louder, crueler, vicious—head thrown back wild, pussy clenching tight around Devon, milking him hard.

"Pathetic! Look at that! Tiny little squirt! Watery and weak! That’s piss compared to what he’s gonna flood me with! No wonder I needed a real man! No wonder your wife’s pussy is starving for real cock! You call that cum? That’s nothing! That’s why I’m getting bred tonight!"

Devon didn’t stop.

Didn’t slow.

Didn’t care.

Flipped her again—fast, savage—onto her side, one leg hooked high over his hip, knee bent sharp and deep, pussy angled perfect.

Slid in slow—deep—grinding hard and deliberate, hitting her G-spot dead-on, cock dragging slow then fast, wet and loud and perfect, squelching with every thrust.

Amara sobbed—moaning broken and sweet, nails digging deep into the rug, ripping fibers faint, leaving gouges, blood under her nails.

"Slow... fuck... so deep... love this... love you... don’t stop... never stop... fuck me forever... own me forever..."

He sped up—harder, faster, relentless, the angle brutal, cock slamming deep, balls slapping her ass loud—slap-slap-slap-slap.

She came again—hard, messy—squirting hot and thick down his cock, his balls, the rug, puddles spreading wide and shiny, steam rising faint in the air, scent sharp and sweet.

Her whole body shook violent, voice gone, just gasps and sobs and broken pleas, drool pooling thick under her cheek, eyes rolling back, mascara running black.

Devon pulled out slow—cock glistening thick with her cream, her squirt, dripping heavy—pushed her flat on her stomach, straddled her thighs tight and hard, pinning her.

Slid in from above—prone bone—cock driving down, deep, pinning her to the rug like a butterfly under glass, hips grinding hard and slow, crushing.

She screamed into the fibers—muffled, desperate, animal—hands clawing the rug, ripping more, ass rippling with every thrust, red and marked and perfect, handprints glowing hot.

"YES! CRUSH ME! FUCK ME INTO THE FLOOR! MAKE ME FEEL IT FOR DAYS! MAKE ME WALK FUNNY! MARK ME AS YOURS! BRAND MY CUNT!"

He pulled her hips up slight—changed the angle sharp—hit her G-spot dead-on, relentless, cockhead rubbing hard and fast, punishing.

She came instantly—squirting under him in a hot, messy flood, soaking the rug, the floor, puddles spreading wide, piss and squirt and cum mixing shiny and thick, steam curling up.

Her whole body convulsed hard, voice wrecked, drool pooling thick under her cheek, fingers curling into fists, toes curling tight.

Devon flipped her one last time—missionary on the rug, legs pushed back hard to her ears, folded in half, pussy wide open and dripping, begging, owned, lips parted, clit pulsing.

He drove in deep—slow, then fast, then brutal, punishing, final.

The rug creaked under them, fibers snapping faint, wood groaning.

She clawed his back—drawing blood slow and hot, marking him as hers—nails leaving red trails deep, skin hot and stinging under her touch, blood beading faint.

"Cum in me... please... please... want your cum deep... fill me... flood me... drown my womb in your seed..."

She tightened—pussy clenching like a vice, hot and wet and pulsing hard, sucking him in, milking him, walls fluttering wild.

Legs wrapped tight around his waist, heels digging hard into his ass, pulling him deeper, deeper, ankles locked tight, thighs trembling.

"BREED ME! GIVE ME YOUR SEED! MAKE ME A MOMMY AGAIN! KNOCK ME UP! FILL MY FILTHY CUNT WITH YOUR HOT, THICK LOAD! MAKE ME SWELL!"

Her walls spasmed wild—milking him hard, sucking him in, begging loud, cream thick and white coating his cock, dripping down his balls, pooling under her.

She came again—hard, violent—squirting around his cock in a hot arc, soaking his abs, his thighs, the rug, everything in a messy, steaming flood, juices dripping down his legs, splashing faint.

"NOW! CUM IN ME! NOW! FILL MY WOMB! GIVE ME YOUR BABY! FLOOD ME! BREED ME!"

Devon growled—low, animal, primal, final—hips snapping one last time, burying deep, cockhead pressed hard to her cervix, pulsing.

He came—hot, thick, pulsing endless—flooding her, filling her, pumping rope after rope into her womb, thick and warm and perfect, overflowing instant, dripping out around his cock in thick white rivers, down her ass, pooling under her in shiny, creamy puddles, steaming faint.

"Yes... yes... so much... so deep... I feel it... I feel you... give me your baby... make me swell... mark me as yours... own me..."

She held him there—legs locked tight, pussy still fluttering soft, milking every last drop, walls pulsing sweet, warm, perfect.

Her hands cupped his face slow—kissed him soft, then deep, then desperate—tongue sliding wet and slow, teeth biting his lip hard, drawing blood faint, tasting cum and sweat and victory, spit swapping thick and filthy, dripping down their chins, breaths minggling hot.

She pulled back slow—looked at him, smile cold and cruel and perfect.

"Come here, you filthy dog," she purred, voice hoarse but firm, dripping mockery. "Crawl. Lick me clean. Taste his cum. Taste your replacement. Taste what a real load feels like. Suck it out of me. Swallow every drop like the cum-hungry slut you are."

He crawled—slow, shaking bad, knees dragging wet—face to her pussy, tongue out flat and pink, trembling. Licked slow—tasting Devon’s cum thick and warm and salty, mixed with her squirt, her juices, her heat, coating his tongue, filling his mouth.

Swallowed loud—glrk-glrk—moaning broken and pathetic, face smearing shiny again, cum coating his lips, his chin, his nose.

Amara sighed deep—pet his hair soft, mocking, cruel.

"Good boy. Clean your wife. Clean your better. Suck his seed from my womb. Taste how he owns me. Taste how he bred me."

Devon pulled out slow—cock glistening thick with cum and cream, dripping heavy and white. Stood tall—muscles flexing hard, sweat shining on his skin like oil, cock swinging heavy and spent, balls tight. Walked to the stairs slow—bare feet silent, leaving wet prints in cum and squirt.

Amara followed—naked, cum dripping thick down her thighs in slow rivers, piss drying flaky on her skin, pussy still pulsing faint, swollen, owned.

Up the stairs—slow, hips swaying hypnotic, hand brushing his back, his ass, his arm, fingers lingering.

In the bathroom—steam rising fast and thick from the shower, water hot and loud, crashing like rain, fogging the mirror, the air humid and clean, scented faint with soap.

Devon stepped in—water cascading hard over muscle, scars, cock, washing piss and cum and sweat and squirt down the drain in swirling rivers, white and golden and clear.

Amara followed slow—grabbed soap, lathered her hands thick and foamy—washed him slow and worshipful—hands sliding over his chest, tracing every ridge, every scar, every breath, down his abs, wrapping around his cock, stroking soft and slow, cleaning every inch, fingers teasing his balls gentle, sliding between his ass cheeks soft, rinsing slow under the spray, water running hot and clear.

She kissed his shoulder—soft, lingering—his neck, his jaw, his ear—tongue flicking faint, tasting clean skin.

Toweled him dry slow—soft cotton dragging over skin, patting gentle, kissing every spot she dried—chest, arms, cock, thighs, calves, feet, toes. Dressed him slow—shirt sliding up his arms, buttons one by one, fingers lingering on his chest.

Pants up slow—zipper teasing his cock faint, belt tight and perfect, buckle clicking soft.

Kneeled—tied his shoes slow, kissed his thigh soft, looked up—eyes gleaming love and lust and ownership.

Stood slow—cupped his face gentle, pulled him down—kissed him deep, passionate, endless—tongue sliding slow and wet, teeth grazing his lip, hands in his hair, fingers tangling tight, bodies pressed close, tits crushed to his chest, pussy brushing his thigh faint, still dripping.

Moaned into his mouth—soft, needy, final—tongue swirling, spit swapping, breath hot, hearts pounding. Pulled back slow—foreheads touching, eyes locked, smile soft and wicked.

Devon turned—walked out slow, then made his way out of the house.