Chapter 89: Ch89: Stop?

At first Fiona’s hands stayed braced on his thighs, fingers digging in as she tried to match his rhythm. But couldn’t. It’s too overwhelming. Spit flooded out the corners of her mouth, soaking the sheets beneath them.

When he angled deeper, her shoulders jerked and a wet, broken gag tore out of her.

"Mmn! Mmhn! Mmnh!"

Halfway through, her knees slipped wider on the mattress and her back arched helplessly. One hand left his thigh to fist the sheets; the other stayed pressed against his leg, not quite pushing him away.

Every time he bottomed out she made a different sound — sometimes a choked whimper, sometimes a long, muffled moan that vibrated around him.

By the later minutes her throat had gone slack from the constant use. Her eyes were glassy, unfocused, and a thin trail of spit hung from her lower lip to the base of his cock each time he pulled back.

Her free hand trembled as it slid up to cup his cum packed balls, squeezing once, almost pleading.

’Oh no...! He’s going too fast. He’s about to shoot his load. I’m scared. His balls is so full... Help me God!!’ she screamed in her mind as panic and heat tangled together.

A thin ray of late-afternoon sunlight slipped through the curtains and landed exactly on her forehead, warm and golden.

’God?,’ she thought, almost relieved.

Then her cheeks ballooned hard.

*Throb! SPLURT!!!? SPLURT!!!? SPLURT!!!?*

Fiona’s eyes fluttered hard at the sheer volume flooding her. Thick, warm cum kept pulsing across her tongue.

She tried desperately to swallow every drop, throat convulsing non-stop, but warm rivulets still escaped the corners of her stretched lips and slid down her chin.

Nyle’s hands stayed locked on the back of her head, holding her exactly where he wanted her. The first heavy pulse filled her mouth completely; the second drove straight down her throat, dumping deep into her stomach with an overwhelming volume she could feel.

*Music~*

Her phone rang again, but Fiona didn’t even flinch. Can’t. Her mouth was full — mind fogged with the taste and heat of him.

Nyle picked it up instead.

"Hey, Landlady," he said, voice calm and almost casual.

"Nyle? Where is she?" Carmilla’s tone was tight.

He flipped the camera without hesitation, showing Fiona exactly as she was — lips swollen and shiny, chin streaked with cum, eyes glassy and blissed-out, still kneeling between his legs like she belonged there.

"Oh my God—"

Another woman’s voice cut in from behind Carmilla, the one wearing black glasses.

*Hung up*

Fiona finally pulled off with a wet, broken gasp. Strings of saliva and cum still connected her lower lip to the head of his cock.

She wiped the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand and turned a nervous, shaky smile toward him.

"H-hey, Nyle... I know it’s kinda random, but can we just stop? I really have some important work to do..." She lifted her arms in a half-hearted gesture of surrender.

Bad move.

The second she turned her back, the dark, soaked patch at the center of her panties came into clear view — fabric clinging wet to her pussy, outlining every soft, swollen fold.

Nyle’s eyes darkened. He licked his lips, grabbed her hips with both hands, and yanked her backward.

"N-n-no — wait, I mean it!" she tried again, voice cracking.

He didn’t listen.

In one hungry motion he buried his face between her thighs, sealed his mouth over her cunt through the thin, soaked fabric, then simply dragged the panties aside.

The first long, deliberate lick made her jolt.

’No... I should stop this. I actually have to make lunch. I need to—’

His tongue pushed deeper.

"Mmn...! Nyle, seriously... we can’t keep—"

*Suck~!*

He sucked her clit between his lips and flicked it. Her knees buckled. A broken sound escaped her before she could stop it.

"Ahhn~!"

’Fuck... why does it feel this good? I was supposed to leave. I was supposed to—’

Nyle kept going — licking her open, thrusting his tongue inside her, fucking her with it the same relentless way he had used her throat.

Every stroke stole a little more of her resolve. Her hands, which had been trying to push, slowly lost strength and ended up gripping his hair instead.

By the time he finally pulled back, a thick string of her wetness connected his mouth to her pussy.

Fiona was panting, eyes unfocused, thighs trembling. Meanwhile, he lined the thick head of his cock against her entrance.

"Hnngh... here it comes..." he murmured.

She should have said no again.

She should have pushed him away.

Instead, her hips twitched backward on their own, and the words that left her mouth were the opposite of what she had planned.

"...Give it to me, baby," Fiona purred.

But instead of pushing into her pussy, he shifted without warning.

In one smooth motion he drove the entire thick length straight into her ass.

"Ngh!! Oh...!"

Her tight ring yielded with a sudden thrust. Inch after inch his little brother sank deeper, stretching her insides until his cock vanished completely and nuts rested against her dripping folds.

*PLAP*

*SLAP! SLAP!*

*PLAP!*

*SLAP! SLAP!*

The wet, obscene sounds of his cock plunging into her ass filled the room.

"Anh~ Aannhn~ Yes... harder... yes," she moaned, voice breaking.

Fiona’s fingers clenched the sheets as she turned her face and bit down hard on the corner of the pillow, muffling the sharp, needy cries that kept spilling out of her.

*SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!*

"Ahh...! Annhn~ Aanhn~"

Her ass reddened quickly under the relentless impacts. Each sharp slap left a stinging heat that made her walls clamp tighter around his thick cock.

The sudden squeeze only driving him deeper.

Nyle didn’t slow.

*Plap! Plap!! Plap!!! Plap!!!!*

Fiona’s toes curled. Her thighs trembled. The stretch was relentless — thick, hot, and so deep she could feel him in her stomach.

When he angled slightly upward, the pressure hit a spot that made her vision blur. A broken, high-pitched moan tore from her throat despite the pillow.

"F-fuck... it’s too deep...!! ahh!"

He answered by leaning over her back, chest pressing against her as he kept thrusting. One hand slid around to her front, two fingers finding her swollen clit and rubbing in circles.

"Annhh!!"

The dual sensation ripped another cry out of her.

The pillow slipped from her teeth. Spit-slick and panting, she pushed back against him instinctively, meeting every thrust even as her arms shook from holding herself up.

*Ring~ Ring~*

Nyle’s phone buzzed on the nightstand. He glanced over without slowing his hips, eyes narrowing when he saw the name flashing on the screen.

’Huh? Why is he calling?’ he thought, recognizing Fiona’s husband name.