Chapter 132: In The Storage Room With Elena [R-18 Contents!]

“T…Then take me.”

Her whisper made me quite excited.

I devoured her lips, pressing her against me with a force that left her fingers clutching at my shirt, knuckles whitening as though she feared drowning in the tide of her own desire.

“Hmmmh~” The sound she made was like honey poured over flame.

Her waist curved perfectly beneath my palm as I dragged her closer, her body melting into mine until there was no border, only heat and trembling anticipation. We didn’t want this for any reason but the one written in our marrow: lust, yes, but something more primal, more dangerous—love that begged to be spoken in the rawest language our bodies knew.

Two weeks since the last time, when it had only been about stabilizing her. Two weeks of her skin haunting my dreams, of my hand aching to touch her thigh, my lips remembering the taste of her sighs. I told myself it was selfish, that I only wanted her to need me again. But the truth was simpler, harder, deeper. I loved her. And where my words failed, my hunger screamed.

Her soft sounds filled the storage room, moans echoing in the dusty air, sweeter than any symphony. My hand trailed lower, cupping her ass, squeezing the perfect curve before slipping further, brushing her bare thighs beneath her summer dress. Skin on skin—smooth, warm, quivering.

“Haan~” Her brows furrowed, but not in refusal—her whole body tensed in sweet expectation.

I pulled back just long enough to breathe, our lips slick and swollen. Elena gazed at me with eyes hazed, chest rising and falling like she’d run a mile. I laced my fingers with hers and tugged her toward the battered table.

The room was chaos—boxes tumbled, cans rolling on the floor, sunlight cutting through the dusty air like golden blades. She nearly tripped on one, and I caught her with a laugh.

“Careful,” I whispered.

She giggled.

“We made quite a mess,” she teased.

“Unfortunately for the room, it’s about to get messier,” I said, lifting her onto the table with one swift motion. The wood creaked beneath her as her dress rode up her thighs.

“Right?”

Her blush deepened as I leaned in. “I love you, Elena.”

Her soft hands framed my face as she kissed me back. My lips trailed down her jaw, neck, each press a brand, until I was kneeling between her dangling legs. The skirt fluttered up as I pushed it, baring the pale smoothness of her thighs, and there—blue panties, stretched tight against her damp heat.

“Just a little,” I murmured, fingers hooking the edge.

Her nails pressed into my shoulder as I slid the fabric down her legs, dragging it over her knees, her calves, tugging it past her sandals before stuffing the thin scrap into my pocket.

“A memento,” I said with a smile.

“Idiot…” She muttered, cheeks aflame, eyes darting away.

I spread her thighs, the table groaning beneath her weight as she leaned back, bracing on her hands. Her pussy—bare, pink, glistening—opened before me like a secret garden drenched in dew. Already wet, already trembling.

I didn’t hesitate. I buried my face into her heat, tongue splitting her folds, licking broad and slow to taste every ounce of her.

“Ahhhhaa~!” Elena cried out, head snapping back, fingers instantly curling in my hair, yanking me closer as if she needed me deeper, rougher, hungrier.

I licked up the length of her slit, circling the swollen bud, savoring her desperate cries. My hands gripped her thighs, thumbs spreading her wider as I feasted.

Her voice rang out high and trembling: “Nnnnnhh—ahhh! D…Don’t stop—please, don’t stop!”

Her hips rocked against my mouth, grinding herself onto me shamelessly, each movement smearing her wetness across my lips, my chin. The taste of her was dizzying, sweet and sharp, nectar and salt, and I devoured her greedily, dragging moan after moan from her throat.

“Fuuuuhh~! Hhhhaaahhh~! Y-You’re… driving me—haaahhh!”

Her thighs trembled against my face, her heels drumming on the wood.

Her pussy was tremblingly sensitive, twitching at every stroke of my tongue. I dragged the flat of it over her lips, kissing them wetly, savoring the heat. Then I slipped my finger between the folds, pressing into her tightness while my tongue circled her entrance, teasing her mercilessly.

“Haaa—haaahhhsshh!” Elena’s cry spilled out, high-pitched, her thighs clamping against my ribs as though she could trap me there forever.

I didn’t stop. My index finger pressed, sliding deeper into her dripping cunt, curling slightly as my mouth fastened onto her pussy. I licked hard, sucking at her clit before spreading her open with my fingers.

Then I shoved my tongue inside, driving it deep, writhing against the pulsing walls within.

“Hhhhaaahhh! R…Ryan—mmmhhhnnn!” Her voice cracked, her legs locking harder behind me, heels digging into my back.

Her pussy opened and clenched rhythmically against my tongue, alive, twitching, begging, pulling me deeper. I licked greedily, sucking every droplet from her, pressing my thumb against her clit and flicking it.

Her body snapped.

“HhhhHAAAaahhhhnnnnnn!!” She screamed, back arched, fists seizing in my hair, yanking painfully as hot jets sprayed across my face. Her fluids gushed and splattered, soaking my mouth, my cheeks, dripping down my chin.

I closed my eyes and didn’t relent, sucking her harder through her climax, drinking her release like it was salvation. Her whole body writhed and twisted on the table, sobbing moans spilling out of her as she convulsed around my tongue.

When at last her trembling subsided, I pulled away, panting, licking my lips slowly, savoring her taste.

“You taste as incredible as always, Elena,” I rasped, wiping my soaked face on my sleeve though her slickness still clung to my beard and mouth.

Her chest was heaving, her elbows propped against the tabletop, hair mussed, cheeks crimson. She swallowed thickly and whispered ragged. “Y…you’re amazing at this…”

That look, that sound, broke the last thread of my restraint. My cock was straining so hard it hurt.

“Then let’s not wait—before someone comes,” I said, yanking my pants down, my shaft springing free, flushed and veined, heavy with need.

Her eyes widened, nervous but shining, and she slipped her jacket down, exposing her bare shoulders, shivering as though offering herself completely.

I stepped closer, one hand gripping her thigh, spreading her open again as I angled the blunt head of my cock against her soaked slit.

“You ready?” I asked hoarsely, my voice edged with hunger.

She nodded quickly, her palm settling on my shoulder for support.

I pushed forward.

“HHhhhaaaahhh!” Her scream was sharp as my cock spread her cunt wide, forcing her walls to stretch tight around me.

Her nails dug into my shoulder, clinging hard as I sank deeper, her wet heat swallowing me inch by inch.

“W…wait—Ryaaahhnnnn!!” She gasped, her body trembling violently when my cock twitched thicker inside her, swelling with arousal deep in her tight pussy.

I froze just long enough for her body to adjust, my breath ragged.

“Hhhhnnnn~ it’s… it’s getting bigger…” She whimpered, her hips quivering around me.

“Y…You’re just too tight,” I groaned, teeth clenched, pulling back and then thrusting into her again, the wet slap echoing off the walls.

“Haaahnn!”

Her cry rose with each stroke. My cock slid through her slick, clenching walls with obscene wet sounds.

“Elena—fuck—they’ll hear us,” I said, grinding into her slower, though the sound of my dick plunging into her pussy was loud enough to betray us.

“I… I can’t—hmmmhhhnnn!” She moaned, biting her lip hard, eyes fluttering shut as her body betrayed her need.

That was when my ears caught it—footsteps outside, too close.

But I couldn’t stop.

“Hold on to me,” I said, hooking my arms under her thighs, lifting her in one motion without pulling out. My cock stayed buried inside her, her pussy gripping me tight, keeping me locked in her heat.

“Hhhhaaaahhh! W…wait, Ryan—don’t—mmmhhhhnnnnn!” Elena slapped her hand over her mouth to stifle her scream as I moved us across the clutter, cans rattling under my boots.

I shoved the door closed, twisting the lock, and almost instantly my hips jerked, pounding into her again.

“Hhhnnnfffhhhhh!! Haaaahhh~mmmhhhhnnnn!” Her muffled moans spilled against her palm, her legs wrapping around my waist like chains, holding me as deep as I could go.

I pressed my hand over hers, sealing her mouth better, thrusting up into her with wet, brutal strokes.

Her body jolted in my arms with every movement, breasts bouncing, head tipping back, hair flying as pleasure devoured her.

The sound of my cock plunging into her—slick, obscene, wet—echoed in the locked room, joined by her muffled cries.

The sharp knock on the door froze the air for a heartbeat.

“Is everything okay here?” A voice called from the hallway.

My cock was buried deep inside Elena, her walls fluttering and squeezing me so hard it nearly stole the air from my lungs. I clenched my teeth, forcing my voice steady. “Y…yeah, I just made a bit of a mess, I’m putting it back.”

“Hhhmffhh~! Hhhmmnnn~mmmhhhnn~!” Elena moaned helplessly into my palm, her body trembling, her eyes glistening with tears of pleasure as she stared at me, blue orbs wide and wet, begging, shining.

“You need help?”

The footsteps edged closer. My hips still moved, slow thrusts driving into her slick cunt, unable to stop myself even with the danger at the door. “N…No! I’m fine, don’t worry,” I sputtered quickly, biting back the groan building in my throat, silently begging him to leave.

A pause. Then finally: “Alright…”

His steps faded.

Relief and raw lust surged through me at once. I pulled my hand from Elena’s mouth. She gasped for air, chest heaving, but I couldn’t tell if it was from my grip or from the overwhelming tide of pleasure wracking her body.

“R…Ryan… I… feeel… haaaahhhh!” Her cry broke, her head tipping back as her pussy clenched violently around me.

I smiled through the sweat on my face, eyes locked on hers. “I know,” I whispered, kissing her hard before slamming her back against the door. The wood rattled as I pinned her there, my hips snapping faster, pounding into her pussy.

“HHhhhaahhhhnnnnn! Hhhnnnnnmmmhhhnnnn! Y…yesss~! Ryan—ahhhhnnnn~! I…feel it, I…feel something—hhaaahhhh!!” Elena sobbed, her voice broken, eyes rolling back.

Her body writhed, breasts bouncing beneath her dress, hair plastered to her forehead with sweat, the flush of her skin glowing in the dim sun-streaked room. She was mesmerisingly beautiful right now.

“Yeah… me too,” I grunted, my cock driving deeper, grinding against every fold inside her, swollen and throbbing. “Just… just keep it with me, Elena.”

Pah! Pah! Pah!

The sound of my hips smacking against her slick cunt echoed through the room, wet and raw. I tried to steady the rhythm—not too fast, not loud enough to betray us—but her pussy was milking me, her moans breaking free even when she bit her lip hard.

“HHhhhhaaahhh! Hhhmmmmhhhhnnnnnn~! Haaahhhhhnnnnn!”

Every thrust dragged a cry from her, every grind left her trembling harder, her nails scratching at my neck, my back, holding me so tight I thought she’d break me.

The heat coiled inside me, a roaring flood I could barely hold back. I wanted to stay buried in her for hours, to fuck her until we both fainted, but the danger, the recklessness of it, made it hotter, harder, unbearable.

“Elena—ugnn! Inside, or not?” I groaned, slamming deeper, my cock swelling, desperate.

Her answer came through sobbing moans, her arms tight around my neck, her mouth against my ear. “Hhhhaaaaahhh! I…inside—mmmhhhnnnnn! Inside me, Ryan—Haaah!!”

That plea undid me.

Her body convulsed violently, pussy clamping down like a vice as she screamed, “HHhhhaaaaYYYYaaahhhhhnnnnnnnnn!!” Her orgasm tore through her, legs shaking, juices gushing around my cock as she clung to me like I was the only anchor left in the world.

At the same moment, I buried myself as deep as I could, cock pulsing, thick ropes of hot cum shooting inside her womb.

“Kuhh!!” My growl vibrated against her skin as I emptied myself into her, filling her until it spilled back down my shaft, dripping between her thighs to the ground.

We clung to each other, panting, trembling, the world outside gone. Her face pressed into my shoulder, glowing red and damp with sweat, her breath hot and broken against my neck.

I stayed inside her, pulsing, grinding gently as the last spurts of cum pumped into her, refusing to let her go.

The room was quite silent but for our ragged breathing, the drip of sweat, the wet squelch of our joined bodies.

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