Chapter 73: Lira’s (R18) (Buy Privilege Please)

They lay tangled only a short while, both still breathing hard. Sweat cooled on their skin in uneven patches, leaving them sticky and gleaming under the low light.

Kyle’s cock had softened inside Lira, and a thick trickle of cum leaked out between them onto the already stained sheets. The bedroom smelled heavily of sex—salt, musk, and the sharp, clean tang of her earlier release. Every shift of their bodies made the wet spot beneath them squelch faintly.

Lira was the one who broke the stillness. She pushed herself up, dark hair sticking to her damp neck and cheeks, honey-brown eyes still sharp with leftover hunger. Without a word she climbed over him, straddled his hips, and reached down. She wrapped her fingers around his messy, half-hard cock and stroked it with firm, deliberate pressure, smearing their combined fluids along the shaft until it thickened and rose again under her hand. The slide of her palm was slick and filthy. she watched his face the whole time while the lips parted.

"I’m not finished with you," she said, voice low and rough.

She lined him up and sank down in one smooth motion, taking every inch until her ass met his thighs. The stretch made her shudder. He was still thick from the last round, and the residual heat of his cum made the glide almost too easy.

*Schliiick—*

A shared groan filled the space. Lira braced her hands on his chest and started riding him hard immediately—lifting high and dropping down with real force. A series of wet, breathless sounds filled the room with every movement.

"Fuck- are you gonna suck me dry today!" Kyle moaned.

Her soft tits bounced freely, nipples tight and dark. Kyle’s hands gripped her waist, fingers digging in as he thrust up to meet every downward slam. Each impact forced a fresh bead of white from where they were joined, dripping onto his stomach.

*PLAP-PLAP-PLAP-PLAP*

"Fuck—yes—" Lira panted, head tipping back. She ground down harder, chasing the friction, her pussy already fluttering around him from how sensitive she still was.

The overstimulation made her thighs tremble. Kyle sat up, wrapped an arm around her, and pulled one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking hard while she continued to bounce on his cock. The dual sensation made her cry out and clench tighter. He bit down just enough to sting; she answered by grinding her clit against his pelvis in short, desperate circles.

"Y- you are lovely-" Kyle commented as she rode him.

When her rhythm started to break he took over. He flipped them without pulling out, put her on her back, shoved both legs high against his chest, and drove into her with deep, punishing strokes. The new angle let him bottom out completely. Lira’s eyes flew wide.

*PLAP-PLAP-PLAP-PLAP*

The bedframe knocked against the wall in a steady high movements. Lira’s hands scrambled for purchase on his arms, then the sheets. Every thrust forced more of their mixed fluids out of her in wet, messy sounds that filled the room. Kyle leaned down close, foreheads almost touching, and fucked her harder, watching her face as her mouth fell open with continuous broken moans. Sweat dripped from his jaw onto her collarbone.

"You’re taking it so fucking well," he growled.

"Look at you- completely open for me. So fucking wet it’s dripping down my balls."

"Arg- Ye- yes!"

Lira could only moan in answer, eyes glassy. Her next orgasm hit hard and sudden. Her back arched clean off the mattress, a high, shaking cry tearing from her throat as her pussy clamped down in violent pulses and fresh wetness gushed around his cock. The force of it made her toes curl.

"Yo- so good-"

Kyle groaned at the tightness but kept thrusting through it, dragging the climax out until she was whimpering and twitching under him, oversensitive and still trying to rock her hips up to meet him.

He pulled out while she was still shaking, manhandled her onto her hands and knees, and slammed back in from behind in one rough thrust. The sudden depth punched a broken sound from her lungs.

*PLAP—*

"Ahh—fuck!"

Doggy let him go even deeper. He gripped her hips hard enough to leave fresh marks and set a relentless pace, hips smacking against her ass with loud, wet force. The steady slap of each movement echoed through the room.

Lira’s arms nearly gave out. She dropped to her elbows, ass still raised, taking every hard stroke while broken moans spilled into the pillow. Her hair clung to her face in dark, sweat-soaked strands.

"I- i’m going- "

Kyle reached around her pussy, drawing her closer as the intensity between them mounted. His touch sent another shiver through her, leaving her struggling to keep her composure.

"Cum-"

The added stimulation made her sob with pleasure. Her third orgasm crashed through her almost immediately body locking up, pussy spasming hard around him, another rush of fluids soaking his cock and dripping down her thighs onto the sheets in long, glossy strands.

He didn’t stop.

He pulled out, rolled her onto her side, lifted her top leg high against his shoulder, and pushed back in at a new angle that made her cry out again. The position let him grind deep while still rubbing her oversensitive clit with the pad of his thumb. Lira’s hand shot back to grip his thigh, nails digging in as he fucked her through the aftershocks and straight toward another peak. Every roll of his hips dragged against a spot that made her vision blur.

"Kyle—I can’t—ahh—"

"Yes you can," he muttered against her ear, voice strained.

"One more. Give it to me. I want to feel you come on my cock again."

She did.

Her fourth climax hit weaker but longer, a trembling, continuous flutter around his cock that finally dragged him over the edge with her.

Kyle buried himself to the hilt and came with a deep, guttural groan, cock throbbing hard as he pumped another thick, heavy load deep inside her. Pulse after pulse, very hot and insistent.

"I-m done-"

Lira felt every spurt and moaned weakly through it, body shaking, completely spent. Her inner walls milked him greedily even as the rest of her went limp.

They stayed locked together until the last of it left him. When he finally pulled out, a thick, creamy stream of cum followed immediately, running down over her ass and thighs in messy white trails that soaked into the sheets.

Kyle collapsed beside her, chest heaving. Lira lay there boneless, legs still open, pussy red and leaking, dark hair a complete wreck across the pillow. Tiny aftershocks still fluttered through her every few seconds.

For a long time neither of them moved. The only sounds were their ragged breathing and the faint creak of the bed settling. The sheets were ruined. The air was thick and warm. Both of them were marked, sweaty, and thoroughly used fingerprints blooming on her hips, bite marks on her breast, his stomach shiny with discharge.

Lira eventually turned her head toward him, eyes half-lidded and exhausted. A small, wrecked smile touched her lips.

"...Okay," she whispered, voice almost gone. "Now I’m done for real"

Kyle let out a breathless, exhausted huff and reached over, resting a heavy hand on her waist. His thumb stroked once, slow and proprietary, over the sticky skin.

"Yeah," he answered, equally finished. "Done."