Path To Godhood Begins With Marrying Wife And Gaining SSS Rank Skill - Chapter 292:The Dragon Roar 4

Chapter 292: 292:The Dragon Roar 4

Claira’s moans rose in pitch as another orgasm building under Sophia’s expert, knowing touch.

“You see her, Diana?” Ethan grunted, looking down at the woman feasting on his ass.

“You want to scream like that too.*

Diana moaned in response, the verbal degradation fueling her submission. Her hands gripped his asscheeks, spreading him wider for her tongue.

Ethan looked at Claira, her body writhing between Sophia’s hand and the mattress. “And you… my beautiful, innocent wife… it seems you like it now, getting your used played with while I take another. You love it. I can see it in your eyes.”

Claira could only nod, sobbing, as the coil inside her snapped again. Her body arched, a second, shocking orgasm ripping through her, this one dry and brutal, wracking her with convulsions.

“OHHH YESSSS!”

Sophia laughed breathlessly, feeling Claira’s pussy clench around her fingers.

Ethan felt his own release building again, a deep, aching pressure in his balls. He pounded into Sophia’s ass harder, his rhythm fracturing. “I’m gonna cum… gonna fill this tight ass…”

“Do it!” Sophia begged. “Breed my ass, Ethan! Mark us both!”

Only the sounds of flesh slapping, choked moans, and wet, hungry mouths filled the air as Ethan drove them all toward another crashing, shared orgasm.

“I’m gonna… I’m gonna fucking squirt again!” she shrieked, her body beginning to tremble uncontrollably.

“Do it,” he ordered, his thrusts becoming punishing, his rhythm chaotic. “Squirt all over my fucking balls while I own your ass.”

That was all it took.

“AAAAAAAHHH—! NNGH!”

Her orgasm exploded through her with a violent, shattering wave.

Her ass clenched rhythmically around his invading cock, a series of desperate, milking pulses. A hot gush of her release splurted from her pussy, soaking his balls and his lower stomach, adding to the slick, soaked mess between them.

“Sophia!” he roared, his own orgasm tearing through him.

He slammed into her one last time, burying himself to the hilt, and held there. She could feel the hot, thick pulses of his cum jetting deep into her rectum, a splurt… splurt… splurt that seemed to go on forever, filling the stretched channel.

“Look at that,” he murmured, his voice hoarse. He reached a hand around, his fingers gently spreading the cheeks of her ass apart. “Look what I did to you. My perfect, gaping mess.”

Sophia could only moan with a weak, exhausted sound. She was utterly spent, her body humming with the aftershocks, her ass feeling wonderfully, terribly empty and used.

POP!

The wet, sucking sound of Ethan pulling his cock from Sophia’s clenching asshole seemed obscenely loud in the room. Sophia gasped, her body slumping forward, her own slick juices and his cum already beginning to leak down the back of her thighs.

Ethan turned around with his thick, glistening cock standing out angrily, coated in a slick sheen of lube, cum,pussy juices sweat.

He looked directly at Diana, who was still kneeling by the bed, her lips and chin wet from her work on him. Her eyes were wide, hungry.

“Your turn, my dear wife,” he rasped, his voice raw. He grabbed a fistful of her dark hair and pulled her face toward his groin. “Clean it. Get every last taste of your Sophia’s ass off my dick.”

Diana didn’t hesitate. She opened her mouth, her tongue darting out to lick the thick base of his shaft first, collecting the mixed fluids. She moaned with a low, filthy sound, as she took the entire head into her mouth, sucking hard.

Slurp…Gulp.

Her cheeks hollowed as she worked her tongue around the crown, cleaning the salty-bitter mix of cum and Sophia’s musk. She deep-throated him with a practiced ease he hadn’t expected, taking him to the back of her throat with a wet gulrk as her nose pressed into his pubic hair.

“Good fucking girl,” Ethan groaned, his head falling back. He fucked her mouth in short, shallow thrusts, watching her throat bulge with each invasion. “Swallow it all. That’s my cum and Sophia’s filth. It’s all you deserve.”

When he pulled out, his cock was slick with her spit, clean and shining. He gave her hair a tug, forcing her to look up at him. “Now get on the bed. On your back. I want to see your face when I ruin you.”

Diana scrambled onto the mattress, lying back beside the still-panting Claira. Her body was lush and curvy, her heavy breasts rising and falling rapidly. A small, neat triangle of dark hair crowned her pussy, her lips already glistening and puffy with arousal.

Ethan positioned himself between her spread thighs. He didn’t guide himself in. He just looked down at her, at her flushed face, her parted lips. “Ride me, Diana. Show Claira how a real woman takes her man cock.”

“Yes!”

She understood her assignment. Bracing her hands on his chest, she lifted her hips, reaching down to grip his shaft. The thick, veined length felt like heated iron in her hand.

She guided the broad, leaking head to her soaked entrance. She was already so wet it met no resistance. With a sharp cry, she sank down onto him, taking him inside in one slow, controlled, agonizing slide.

“Fuuuuck,” she whimpered, her eyes rolling back as she settled, fully impaled. He was enormous, stretching her wide, filling her to a degree that stole her breath. Her inner walls, loosened and stretched from a previous birth, hugged him tightly, but they gave way, accommodating his girth with a wet, yielding squelch.

“Move,” Ethan commanded, his hands settling on her wide hips.

Diana began to rock, a slow, grinding rise and fall. Her heavy tits bounced with the motion, her nipples hard peaks.

Claira and Sophia watched, transfixed. Sophia, recovering, crawled over to Claira, her fingers finding her sister’s slippery, swollen pussy again. She began to finger her slowly, mimicking the rhythm of Diana’s ride.

“Look at her,” Sophia whispered into Claira’s ear, her voice hot. “Look how deep he’s going to fuck her. Look how her womb is going to take him.”