Chapter 722: Time Lost Meaning

Sol gave her exactly that. He increased the pace another notch, driving into her with strong continuous strokes that kept the head of his cock kissing her womb on every single impact.

The wet sounds grew filthier and more continuous.

Juices coated his cock completely from base to tip and spilled out around the root every time he bottomed out.

The soft lips of her pussy stretched tight around him, shiny and flushed a deeper color.

He watched the place where they joined for long moments, eyes locked on the way her body accepted every thick inch, the way the soft folds clung to him when he withdrew, the way they stretched open again on the next thrust to take him to the root.

He leaned forward slightly, changing the angle once more.

The new position pressed his cock even more firmly against the front wall and the deep inner barrier of her womb. A louder almost pained cry tore from her throat.

Her pussy seized around him in hard rhythmic spasms that started deep and traveled outward. Fresh wetness flooded around his cock in a warm rush.

He fucked her straight through the sudden intensification without slowing, using the stronger contractions to heighten his own pleasure as the tight milking pulses pulled at every inch of him.

Time stretched and lost meaning.

He lost track of how long he had been moving inside her. The world narrowed to the scorching heat of her cunt, the soft fluttering grip of her walls, the repeated deep press against her womb, and the broken desperate sounds she kept making.

His own breathing had grown heavier.

The ache in his crotch had turned into a thick building pressure that demanded release, yet he held it back with deliberate control, determined to enjoy the fucking for as long as his body would allow.

He shifted her legs slightly higher on his shoulders, adjusting the tilt of her hips another degree, and drove in even deeper than before.

The head of his cock met that soft inner place with more force and stayed pressed there for a heartbeat. Zeyra’s entire body jerked hard. Her hands left his arms and scrambled for the moss again, fingers twisting into the greenery.

A long raw moan poured out of her as her pussy clamped down in another series of strong milking pulses that massaged his entire length. Sol groaned at the sensation.

The tight rhythmic squeezes traveled from the head of his cock all the way to the base, pulling at him, urging him to spill deep inside her.

But he resisted the urge.

Instead he kept thrusting, deep and steady, letting the powerful contractions of her orgasm work around his cock while he continued to fuck her through it.

The wet heat grew even more intense and flooded. Juices poured out of her in thicker waves that soaked both of them. Her inner walls fluttered and seized without pause, massaging every inch of him as he drove in and out of the clenching heat.

When the strongest waves began to ease he slowed slightly, settling back into a powerful rhythm that kept him buried deep on every stroke.

Zeyra lay limp and trembling beneath him, chest heaving in uneven pulls, eyes unfocused and glassy, yet her legs stayed locked over his shoulders and her pussy continued to grip him with soft residual pulses that still fluttered along his shaft.

Sol looked down at her wrecked expression and felt a dark heavy surge of satisfaction.

He was still fully hard, still buried inside the tight wet heat of her cunt, and he had no intention of stopping soon. The long awaited fucking had only just begun in earnest.

He adjusted his grip on her thighs, pulled back until the head of his cock stretched her entrance wide once more, and thrust forward again with the same powerful motion that had started it all.

The scorching silk of her pussy welcomed him once more, soft walls parting and then clamping down around every thick inch.

Sol didn’t just keep thrusting mindlessly.

He began to *use* her.

Not in the mechanical sense of in-and-out, but like a man who had finally been allowed to sink into something he had been starving for and now refused to leave.

His hips worked in slow, grinding circles that dragged the thick ridge of his cock along every hidden contour inside her.

The thick length of his cock displaced her from the inside out, forcing soft tissue to stretch and yield and then cling as if her body had decided it preferred being full of him to being empty.

Each rotation pressed him into places that made Zeyra’s breath fracture into short, startled gasps.

Her body had gone pliant and oversensitive.

The earlier orgasms had left her open in a way that felt almost indecent. Every shift of his cock inside her sent fresh sparks racing up her spine.

She could feel the exact shape of him... the flared head, the thick vein that ran along the sides, the way he seemed to swell even fuller whenever her cunt fluttered around him in helpless response. The sensation was so complete it bordered on overwhelming. There was no part inside her pussy that was left unoccupied.

Sol’s hands slid from her thighs to her hips, fingers sinking into soft flesh as he held her exactly where he wanted her.

He began to move with real intent again, but the rhythm had changed. Instead of long strokes he used short, dense ones that never fully left her.

The head of his cock stayed buried deep, knocking repeatedly against that soft, yielding barrier at the end of her.

Each impact sent a low, heavy throb through both of them. Zeyra’s mouth fell open on a continuous sound that was half moan, half broken breathing.

Her fingers opened and closed uselessly against the moss.

The wetness between them had become something else entirely.

It was no longer just slick. It was a thick, warm flood that made every micro-movement filthy and audible.