Chapter 62: Inside me

Dalia’s mind had dissolved into impure sensation. In mere minutes, Luke had unraveled her completely—his hands, his mouth, his wicked fingers had mapped every secret place on her body until she no longer recognized her own limits.

Her chest rose and fell in frantic, uneven bursts. Sweat shimmered across her flushed skin, catching the low light and making her look like she had been oiled for worship.

Her nipples stood painfully tight, aching with every shallow breath. She had already shattered twice, thighs trembling, inner walls still fluttering around nothing, and he had barely even tasted her properly.

Her body had simply betrayed her, too sensitive and too desperate for more.

He knew her better than she knew herself. Every stroke, every pinch, every slow circle of his thumb had been perfectly meant to hurl her over the edge and then leave her dangling there, whimpering for the next fall.

Luke kicked his pants away. His cock sprang free—thick, veined, flushed dark with hunger—and bobbed heavily between them. The sight stole what little air remained in her lungs.

Dalia’s throat clicked as she swallowed. She remembered this length from before, yet seeing it now, glistening at the tip and curving proudly upward, made fresh doubt curl through her belly. “Will it even fit…?” she whispered, half to herself.

A slow, predatory grin spread across Luke’s face. “Don’t worry, love.” He gripped the base and brought the swollen head down against her soaked folds with a wet slap.

The lewd sound echoed in the room. Dalia whimpered, hips jerking involuntarily. “You’ll stretch perfectly for me. You will learn my shape.”

He seized her waist in both hands and yanked her forward until her ass hovered just off the mattress, legs forced wider around his hips. Her eyes locked on his, wide and glassy with need.

The blunt crown nudged her entrance, parting slick lips that were already swollen and hypersensitive. Dalia tensed, bracing for the careful slide she anticipated from their first time.

Luke had no intention of being careful tonight.

With one brutal, fluid thrust he buried himself to the hilt.

“Ahhh! Luke!”

Dalia’s scream ripped through the air—raw, broken, edged with pleasure so sharp it felt like pain.

Her back bowed off the bed as the thick shaft stretched her mercilessly, every ridge and vein dragging against fluttering walls until the fat head kissed her cervix and the coarse base ground hard against her pulsing clit.

“Fuck,” Luke growled low in his throat, fingers digging into her hips hard enough to bruise. “So tight… you feel like a virgin. Just how small is Lex’s thing?”

Dalia couldn’t answer. Her mouth hung open in a silent gasp, eyes rolled back, pupils blown wide.

For several heartbeats her mind simply blanked—nothing existed except the obscene fullness splitting her open, the heavy pulse of his cock throbbing deep inside her, claiming every inch.

He stayed buried, letting her feel him. Letting her adjust to the burn, the stretch, the delicious pressure against places she hadn’t even known could ache so sweetly.

Then he rolled his hips once—slow, dragging every inch back before slamming home again.

Dalia’s nails raked down his forearms as another broken cry tore from her throat.

“That’s it,” he rasped, voice thick with lust. “Scream for me, mate. Let me hear how much you need this cock ruining you.”

He began to move in earnest—long, punishing strokes that bottomed out with wet smacks, each thrust forcing a fresh gush of slick to coat them both.

Her breasts bounced with the force of it. Her thighs quivered uncontrollably around his waist.

And still he watched her face—drinking in every flutter of her lashes, every bitten lip, every helpless sob—as he fucked her straight toward oblivion.

Then suddenly, he hooked her thighs higher around his waist, planted his knees wider, and began to fuck her with long, punishing drags of his hips—pulling almost completely out until just the swollen head stretched her entrance, then slamming back in with enough force to make the headboard thud against the wall.

“Ahh! Luke! It nngh…” Her words were shattered by burning pleasure she was feeling for the first time. Being explored by such a heated rod was new to her and she was scared to be enjoying it so much.

“Nngh!” She bit her lower lip. Each withdrawal scraped every sensitive ridge inside her, dragging against nerves already raw from earlier orgasms.

Each re-entry punched the air from her lungs and forced a fresh flood of slick to coat his shaft.

Dalia’s hands flew to his shoulders, nails digging crescent moons into his skin as her body rocked beneath him.

Her breasts bounced wildly with every brutal thrust, nipples grazing his chest hair in maddening little sparks. Sweat slicked the valley between them, making their skin slide together with every collision.

He leaned down, caging her with his forearms braced beside her head, and captured her mouth in a messy, devouring kiss.

Tongues clashed, teeth nipped, saliva stringing between their lips when they broke apart to gasp.

All the while his hips never slowed—frantic now, pistoning with short, deep snaps that ground the thick base of his cock against her swollen clit on every inward stroke.

“Fuck, you’re gripping me so tight,” he growled against her mouth. “Like you never want me to leave.”

She couldn’t form words. Only broken moans and whimpers spilled out as another climax built impossibly fast, coiling low and vicious in her belly. Her inner walls fluttered, fluttered, then clamped down hard around his plunging length.

Luke felt it. His rhythm stuttered for half a heartbeat.

Then, he told her, “Where do you want me?”

She didn’t answer verbally, rather, locked her legs around his waist.

Luke couldn’t stop grinning as he began to fuck her wild, no longer holding back. His own excitement rose, his meat rod twitched inside her.

Hugging her tight until there was no space left between them, he finally released his load.

“Fuck…take it all.” His hips slammed into hers, making her cry in submission.

Thick batter sprayed inside her baby hole, each release making her painfully aware what would be the consequences of their actions.

And yet, she couldn’t let go.

She wants to feel this a little more.

Even just for tonight, she wants to enjoy this pleasure to the fullest

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