Chapter 272: Permission [R18]

Chapter 272: 272: Permission [R18]

Ayra was satisfied as she continued without stopping, keeping the pace with sensual intensity.

"You’re..." Commander Lynn felt the chill around his body as he smiled down at her. "You’re so good at teasing, eh."

He stared down at her. "I guess I should show you how hot I am for this right now..."

His hand settled heavier on the back of her head, holding her there as he rocked forward, fucking her mouth in steady, controlled thrusts.

Spit ran down her chin and dripped onto her chest. The wet, filthy sounds of it filled the air—slick, rhythmic, unbroken.

His ears were flat against his head, eyes half-lidded, low continuous growls rolling out of him every time she swallowed around the head.

"Ah—" Commander Lynn gasped while he held her firmly, pushing her mouth all the way down with silent dominance, both his legs spread. "Don’t stop... ah..."

She switched styles deliberately. First slow and deep, taking every inch and holding him there while her throat worked.

Then following the rhythm of his grip now, she moved fast and shallow, focusing on the sensitive crown, tongue swirling constantly.

He held her hair firmly, pushing her all the way in in urgency while she bobbed endlessly on his cock, sucking him dry.

"Ah yes... yes yes yes..." Commander Lynn shut his eyes while thrusting his way into her mouth while she sucked him deep.

Then she pulled almost all the way off, licked long stripes up the underside, and took him to the root again in one smooth motion.

"Ayra—" Lynn’s hips stuttered. His free hand braced against the wall behind him.

"I’m—fuck, Ayra—don’t stop—"

And she didn’t. This time she went fast and hardcore, sucking him hard and fast until Commander Lynn felt great intensity build up around him.

And then he came hard, pulsing thick ropes across her tongue and down her throat.

She stayed on him, swallowing, milking every spurt with slow, deliberate pulls of her mouth and fist until he was spent and twitching, the last few drops spilling over her lips.

Ayra smiled as she stared at him, her hands playing through his pulsing cock. "You really do taste good... I guess the hyper milk did help."

Commander Lynn smiled, panting as he ran his fingers through her face, wiping her clean as he said, "Maybe I should take it every time we want to go for a round..." He said in a lower tone, "Because now I want you to taste more of it..."

Ayra smiled with a low groan as she said, "Then I guess you should make me taste it from behind... What do you say?"

Commander Lynn smiled, rather excited, as he said, "I thought you’d never ask..."

Then Ayra turned, bending forward at the waist, hands braced on the floor, presenting herself.

Lynn smiled as he dropped to his knees behind her. "I should start now..." he groaned as his fingers found her already soaked folds, parting them carefully.

"Mmmm—" Ayra groaned in pleasure, eyes shut as she spread herself more for him to make his way in.

"Good female..." Commander Lynn seemed pleased as two thick fingers pushed inside, curling, stroking deep while his thumb circled her clit in slow, firm pressure.

"Ah—" Ayra’s breath caught; she pushed back onto his hand, taking him deeper. "Mmmm..."

He worked her steadily—fingers pumping, spreading her open, the wet sounds loud in the quiet. Then he added a third finger, stretching her further, scissoring gently inside her while his other hand gripped her hip to hold her still.

Then he pulled them free as she gasped in immense pleasure. She shuddered in disappointment with it empty now, because she was enjoying every touch.

But almost immediately, Commander Lynn replaced them with his tongue. Broad, hot laps from clit to entrance, then he pushed inside, tongue-fucking her in slow, deliberate strokes while his hands spread her open.

"Ah, Lynn... yes..." Ayra moaned, thighs trembling, rocking back against his mouth. "Don’t stop... yeah... please don’t..."

He licked and sucked and thrust, the flat of his tongue dragging over her clit every few strokes, until she was dripping down her own thighs and shaking.

Commander Lynn smiled at the sight. "You taste so good..." He pulled back, watching her all wet. "So delicious..." He played his fingers through her wet hole now. "So wet already..."

He bit his lower lip while staring at her from behind. "I want to fill it up... I want to fill everything up..." He smiled, caressing his already pulsing cock.

"Then hurry up, I can’t wait for too long," Ayra moaned sensually enough to turn him on in the most impatient way possible.

He smiled. "Here I come then..."

He stood while she stayed bent, feet planted, back arched.

The blunt, still-hard head of his cock nudged between her folds, sliding up and down the length of her slit, coating itself in her wetness, teasing the entrance without pushing in.

"Here I come..." Commander Lynn smiled, teasing her entrance while staring at her. She enjoyed the sight of herself quavering impatiently for him.

"Hurry up, I can’t wait too long," she groaned.

Commander Lynn smiled. "Sure... I too can’t..." He dragged the thick head over her clit in slow circles, then back down, pressing just enough to stretch her open a fraction before pulling away again.

"Mmmm, yeah..." Ayra whimpered and pushed back, trying to take him. He held her hips steady and continued the teasing—long, slick slides along her folds, the heavy weight of him resting against her, the swollen knot brushing her entrance with every pass.

And then he finally pressed into her slowly and sensually. The thick head stretched her open, sinking inch by careful inch until he was buried to the hilt, the swelling knot pressed tight against her.

"Ah..."

Both of them groaned—his low and guttural, hers sharp and breathless.

He stayed there a moment, fully positioned, letting her feel the fullness, the heat, the way her walls fluttered and clenched around the thick shaft.

"I’m about to start now..." he said in a low husky tone.

Ayra smiled as she said, "Just do it."

He smiled. "Okay."