Chapter 281 I'll Fuck You to Death On the Bed
The entire length of his manhood was buried deep inside her, her body still pulsating with pleasure, drawing him in, causing Charles to moan with delight.
It was hot and tight, like a thousand tiny mouths sucking him in, making him unable to resist nibbling on Diana's shoulder.
After a moment's pause, he began to move.
His thick, moist member slid back and forth at a steady pace, being careful not to hurt her, grinding against her with each thrust.
The heat surrounding them felt like it could consume them, Diana's eyelashes damp with sweat, her vision blurred.
A mix of pain and pleasure shot through her, her skin flushing red, her hands weakly pushing against Charles' waist, her voice trembling, "Stop, no more."
As their fluids mixed and splashed onto the sheets, a ring of white evidence marked their connection point, their legs intertwined in a wet, shiny mess under the light.
Charles' eyes sparkled with desire, sweat beads trickling down his forehead, his throat moving sensually, neck muscles tensing with pleasure.
Diana writhed more intensely beneath him. His long, thick member kept her on the brink, the movements gentle, never quite pushing her over the edge, desire building up but unable to be released.
It was almost unbearable.
Feeling her surrender, Charles narrowed his eyes, kissing her deeply with each warm thrust, his member rubbing against her inner walls, swirling within her, fluids splashing on the bed, leaving a wet mark.
The hot liquid dripped onto the tip, an indescribable thrill washing over Charles, his tongue teasing her soft mouth, the sweet liquid she released like a juicy berry, which he eagerly swallowed.
His rough, long member thrusting and grinding inside her, the intensity gradually building.
Diana sank deeper with each thrust, melting into the soft bed, losing herself in the passion.
Her earlobes and neck were gently nibbled, the warm scent mixing with their growing desire.
He took a deep, almost obsessive breath, his throat dry and scratchy, biting down on her neck, licking and nibbling back and forth as if drawing blood.
The intense pleasure mingled with a tingling pain continued to wash over her, her body spasming as a rush of climax released a flood of fluid.
But he persisted, intimately marking her delicate neck with affectionate red imprints, turning them into deep purple bite marks, then moving his lips to her chest.
Holding back the urge to release, he bit and teased her nipples, his voice low and husky, "Call me honey."
Diana was still in the throes of ecstasy, feeling overwhelmed.
Biting her swollen lips, her eyes glazed with a hint of clarity. Her face pale, she gasped, "Stop, pull out!"
Despite her resistance, her body was held down by his manhood on the bed, the pleasure engulfing her from below, irresistible.
She covered her eyes in a self-destructive gesture, her body trembling and spasming, releasing a flood of emotions.
Suddenly, a light chuckle broke the tension, and Charles gently removed her hands from her face. He kissed her blurry eyes, wiping away her tears.
Her hands were held by Charles on either side, completely under his control.
Two heated bodies intertwined, suspended in the sticky, sweltering air.
"Can't wait to find another man the moment you step out, and you lied to me. I swear I'll fuck you to death on the bed," he murmured with a mix of desire and frustration.
Due to his provocative words, her grip around him tightened dramatically, sending a surge of pleasure through Charles, igniting sparks up his spine.
His expression turned intense and dark, his teeth nibbling Diana's quivering lips, licking and nibbling her salty, wet skin.
His hips rose, meeting her full buttocks with a slap, entering her tightly clenched core with deep thrusts.
The forceful movements made her lower abdomen tense, and she struggled to push him away, resisting his advances.
Hot liquid flowed as he thrust, her body responding involuntarily.
As the intensity grew, she lost her strength, only able to bite her fingers, trembling and curling her toes in spasms of pleasure, lost in a haze on the bed.
The milky release surged into her uterus in waves, the extreme pleasure momentarily throwing her off balance.
After a slight pause, he lifted Diana and seated her on top of him, initiating the next round.
Post-ejaculation, his semi-erect member remained inside her, moving as he shifted positions. The tip grazed against her walls, eliciting arches and gasps of pleasure.
Diana's collarbone bore love bites and teeth marks, stark against her smooth skin.
She nearly melted, leaning weakly against his chest, using her nails to leave harmless marks on his skin, fueling their arousal.
Charles appeared eager, lifting her chin for a kiss.
This time, it was meant to be softer, with a touch of reassurance.
Teeth nibbled on lips, his tongue slipping into her mouth like a snake, exploring without hindrance.
The rough texture grazed the roof of her mouth, causing a slight tickle.
Diana's lips were warm, soft, and moist, the sticky sounds of licking mingling with soft gasps, filling the air.
As they kissed, his member inside her pressed upwards, growing harder and rubbing against sensitive spots, making it difficult for her to catch her breath, only managing to gasp for air.
Her lips remained sealed, unable to satisfy her need for oxygen.
Slowly, her brain began to lack oxygen, her head spinning, tears mixing with her panting breaths, a plea for air trapped between her lips and teeth.
"Don't kiss, don't push," she begged.
Charles released her lips, inquiring, "Don't want what?"
Before she could respond, he sealed her lips once more, not allowing her a chance to answer.
Diana struggled to turn her head, freeing her lips from his hold.
She leaned heavily against Charles' shoulder, breathing deeply.
A suggestive voice whispered in her ear, "So no kisses, huh? I'll find something else to do then."
With that, he gripped Diana's waist, moving back and forth above her, his lips now exploring other parts of her body, feeling the warmth against his nose and face.
After a while, he took her right breast into his mouth, sucking and nibbling on it.
Her short hair cascaded onto Diana's collarbone, a slight tickle sending shivers through her body, the pulsating sensation of his member inside her fitting perfectly, as if they were made for each other.
She bit his shoulder, exclaiming, "Don't lick."
Ignoring her plea, Charles continued to tease the sensitive, moist area. One hand cupped her round breast, kneading it with vigor.
Waves of pleasure washed over her, like a tide engulfing her, the tender flesh of her core responding with a tightening, pleasing the member nestled within.
The pleasure in her chest and lower body was undeniable, and she found herself wishing they had just stuck to kissing.
With a dazed gaze, Diana's mind wandered.
Suddenly, she reached out, cupping Charles' face, rescuing her breast from his mouth.
Seeing his desire to continue, she lifted her head, closed her eyes, and offered her lips like a sacrifice.
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