Chapter 1351: "You’re Going to Break Me—" (r-18)

In the middle of the quicker driving he caught one of her legs and set it over his shoulder and rose out of the full sit into a half kneel on the bed, one knee under him and the other leg planted, and he did not stand and they did not come apart, not even for a second.

"Mmh—husband—!"

The new slant sent his next thrust deeper into the space she still had, and she pushed her hips to meet it so they struck together, and her mouth fell open on the depth like she’d forgotten how to close it.

Her raised thigh pressed his chest, her slim waist twisted in his hands, and her pussy took one more fraction of his cock before her wall stopped her again, his leftover shaft still shining outside her hole.

"Oh—oh, that’s deeper, that’s so much deeper, husband, you’re going to break me—"

His hands left her waist and took her ass, and mid-thrust he held both her cheeks while he drew back so her ass bridge parted even further under his fingers and her cunt came clear between them, stretched around his cock, her ring dragged up his wet veins until her hole gaped on his crown and his leftover length hung out of her over his tight balls.

He stopped being kind.

He drove back in before her hole could close. The fat head punched through that pale ring and her inner lips folded in around it, and the rest of what she could take followed in one unforgiving bury, wet and heavy, her wall stopping him while the unused inches slapped her ass.

He did not wait for Sienna to breath—

Phei drew back to the crown again and fed her the same stroke, then again, then faster, until the withdraw and the bury stopped being two acts and became one brutal rhythm she could not get ahead of.

"Nnh—!"

Her stomach jumped on the first hard return. On the second her teardrop tits swung forward and slapped her own chest. On the third her hands slipped on the wood and she caught his wrist instead, nails biting, because the speed had taken the floor out from under her.

Phei held her ass open the whole time so he could watch it.

The ring went pale around his girth on every leave, flushed dark on every swallow, inner lips clinging and turning glossy and getting pulled outward along the shaft before they folded back in around the head.

A string of her broke on his balls before another followed the next withdraw and snapped against her thigh.

Pah—Pah—Pah.

The meeting of his body and her ass cracked through the room, wet and too loud, and under it the thicker sound of her pussy taking him, a filthy suck on the way out and a wetter punch on the way in.

He did not shorten the stroke to go faster. He kept the long leave, the gaping crown, the leftover length hanging out of her, and then the full bury of what she could hold, only he stacked those strokes until her voice broke mid-word.

"Phei— fhh— too— ah—"

Her toes curled off the edge.

Sienna’s one thigh tried to close and he kept her spread with his grip, thumbs digging into the soft of her ass while he hammered that same path.

Fire suddenly bloomed through the cock she was milking.

Frost chased it a breath later and her walls locked, then fluttered, then locked again, and the lock only made the next thrust harder to take.

Her nipple dragged wet across the wood when she dropped her chest. Her hair stuck to her mouth. She bit a sound off because the hall was still there, then forgot the hall when he drove in and the head kissed her front wall hard enough to jump her stomach.

"Hnn— don’t— inside— don’t you slow—"

He did not slow.

He used the hold with both hands on her ass, cheeks parted, the join on display, his cock leaving her shining and punching back in before the shine could dry. Short, vicious finishes stacked on the long leave, then a grind at her limit that crushed her clit to nothing useful, then the speed again, unforgiving, the leftover length slapping her with every meeting.

Her voice tore through the loud ca=racks of their skins slapping and the loud lewd sounds of her pussy being fucked so fast and mercilessly too.

"Fuck— Phei— harder— I can— ah—"

"I’ve got you."

He said it into her back while he was buried, then proved it by pulling out to the crown so she felt the empty, her hole winking around nothing but the fat head, and driving in again so hard the table jumped.

She came on that stroke.

Her pussy clamped around the half she could take, fluttering in hard pulses, wetness spilling around his shaft and down over his balls while he kept thrusting through it, not stopping for the climax, not softening the power, feeding her the same unforgiving bury while she shook and swore and pulled him in with what was left of her strength.

"Nngh— come— don’t stop— inside—"

He held her ass open and watched her take every one of them.

A string of her divine juice hung from her open pussy to his slit.

He thrust and her ass jolted in his grip and met his hips in a wet slap, and her pussy took him to her wall again while she pushed to meet him and his unused inches pressed her soaked lips, because the shoulder and the kneel had still not given her room for all of him.

Half his cock punched into her tight pink hole and the rest of his shaft slapped her folds, wet with her river.

"Don’t—don’t be gentle. Please, Phei. I don’t want gentle—"

He kept his hands on her ass and gave her exactly what she asked for and watched her through the second thrust: the firm give of her cheeks when his fingers dug in, how they rolled when she pushed her hips into him, how her pussy clung to his shaft on the way out and opened to take him on the way in while her juice strung between them and the slap of her ass against him landed inside the stroke.

Her raised thigh pressed his chest. Her other leg stayed braced on the bed. She moved with him through a third, deep and hard, the half kneel held the angle, and he looked at her ass and at the cock she could not finish.

Her honey ran down his unused length in a warm river and dripped off his balls while her pussy shook around the half she had taken.

"Husband—husband—I’m so close again— I’m so close, don’t you dare stop— I missed—"

Her hands left the mattress and caught his neck.

She pulled herself in until her tits met his chest and her nipples dragged over his skin, and her waist drove quicker against the kneel than it ever had against the sit. He kept one hand on her ass so the view stayed his: her cheeks flexed and parted and met him, her cunt stuffed tight around his crown and his veins and then released them, and the length she could not take battered her folds on every meeting.

"Husband, please, please, please—"

Her tits crushed to his chest and her violet eyes went wet against his mouth while her pussy milked his mid-shaft and his leftover cock kept slapping her clit.

She held his neck and moved quicker herself, and he thrust up to meet her quicker waist, and the wet slap of her ass lost all the space between strokes while her breath hit his mouth, broken and ragged, and nothing she gave him sounded like a sentence anymore.

"Phei—ahh—Phei—"

Her waist drove and his cock drove up into her wall, and he held her ass and watched every withdrawal open her around his shining crown and watched every thrust feed his veined shaft back in until her body refused the rest and his balls struck the wet he had made of her, and she clung to his neck and met him again and again while the half kneel and the bowed line of her and the slap inside the stroke all kept going like neither of them had ever heard of stopping.

"Phei. Husband. Don’t you ever stop."

Her pussy took what it could of his huge cock and left the rest of him outside her, shining with honey, and his leftover length throbbed against the goddess it still could not fully enter.

"Mmh—mine—you’re my husband—"

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A/N: Hey guys, just a quick note about the R-18 Chapters.

I’ve been getting quite a few comments about the longer R-18 Chapters lately, and the opinions are pretty divided. Some of you really enjoy them and want even more, while others would rather have less of them so the main story can keep moving without spending too many Chapters on those scenes.

So I figured I’d try something that works for both sides.

There will still be R-18 content in the main novel when it fits the story, so I’m not removing it. However, for those of you who enjoy the longer, more frequent, and extra R-18 Chapters, I’ll be posting additional ones on my Patreon.

That way, those who mainly want the story can continue normally here with four-five smut Chapter, while those of you who want more of the R-18 side of the novel will have somewhere to find it. I’ll leave the Patreon link below for anyone interested. ❤️

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