Chapter 308 As Desired
Charles pushed himself inside, his entire length sliding in wetly.
Her body stretched and filled, the fullness making her abdomen ache, and she let out a muffled moan, which Charles silenced with his lips.
Her tightness gripped him, flesh against flesh. With each breath, he throbbed inside her, like a heartbeat.
Charles thrust deeper, pushing into her until he was fully buried, the head of his cock pressing against her cervix, grinding against the thin membrane.
She whimpered uncontrollably, her abdomen tightening, her vaginal muscles clenching around him, unable to stop squeezing.
It had been a long time since they had been this intimate, and the intensity was overwhelming.
Charles had to pause, breathing heavily, before whispering, "You're so tight, are you trying to squeeze me to death?"
Diana frowned, weakly pinching his waist.
After a moment, Charles began to move.
He pulled out of her tightness, the head of his cock making a slight suction sound as it left her, mixed with the wet sounds of their union, incredibly erotic.
He looked down at their wet, sticky connection, his throat tightening. This time, he pushed in with more force.
"Take it easy, I can't!" Diana cried out as his considerable size thrust in deeply, her head spinning, the ceiling lights blurring.
She was tall and slender, with thin arms and a narrow waist, her thighs the only part with some flesh, firmly pressed against his hips, trembling with his intense movements, completely out of her control.
Charles continued silently, though with slightly less force.
Diana's head hung low, her long hair covering her waist and abdomen, the ends brushing against his abs, tickling him.
She was exhausted, barely able to hold herself up. Charles, though his face was obscured, let out deep breaths, clearly feeling the intensity as well.
Finding it hard to move, Charles paused, then guided her down, pressing her against him.
He pushed deeper, Diana's breathing quickened, her voice trembling, "I can't!"
Soon, they changed positions, Diana's sweaty back against the sheets, finally able to rest.
But before she could recover, he was inside her again.
She couldn't take it, turning her body, her legs instinctively closing, trying to push him out, but he forcefully pulled her back, spreading her legs wide on the bed.
His strong fingers dug into her soft flesh, holding her in place, then he thrust into her open, soft core.
He plunged in, spreading her inner walls, the head of his cock pressing against her cervix, the deep thrusts making her sensitive flesh tremble, the sensation spreading through her body, gripping her soul.
"Slow down!" she gasped,
"Can't," he refused, his voice husky with a smile, "You're so tight, how can I?"
He released her legs, pressing her waist down, his upper body taut with muscle, continuing to thrust into her.
The wet sounds of their union filled the room, urgent and chaotic.
Diana tried to keep quiet, but soon couldn't, her moans filling every corner of the room, sweet and enticing.
"Charles!" she cried out, overwhelmed, "You said I could leave."
Even in this moment, she remembered her goal, not wanting to let him continue, her purpose unfulfilled.
The pleasure came in waves, Charles ignoring her words, giving her no chance to catch her breath, his powerful movements holding her in place.
Diana's toes curled, and soon she climaxed, her mind blank.
Charles pulled out, his still-hard cock pressing against her abdomen, guiding her hand to touch it, slick with her juices, "Feel that? All your wetness."
Diana, having climaxed multiple times, was limp, thinking it was over.
She curled up, her body flushed, looking like she had been pulled from water, pitiful yet adorable.
She propped herself up, asking, "Are you happy now? Can I leave?"
Charles pushed her back down, spreading her legs, thrusting into her wet heat again, "Did you forget? I haven't finished. And once isn't enough, is it?"
He held her wrist, his voice low and hoarse, "Hold your legs."
She refused, her eyes red, starting to struggle, breathing heavily, "Are you going to let me leave or not? Ignoring my words just to get off? I'm done!"
She kicked at him, her resolve like steel.
Charles, his face dark, his hardness aching, pulled her back, coaxing, "Let me finish, and I'll agree. I keep my word."
Diana, her legs weak, had only been trying to scare him. Seeing he was no longer ignoring her, she glared as he pressed her back down.
Seeing her compliance, Charles urged, "Hold your legs, it'll be quicker."
Of course, that was a lie.
Diana, half-believing, lifted her hands, almost holding her legs open, her movements soft, exposing herself to him.
Charles freed his hands, leaning down to kiss her, his true intention.
The heated kiss consumed her, and he thrust harder, pushing her waist into the soft mattress.
Diana couldn't handle the intensity, her breathing ragged, only able to cry out, her mind exploding with fireworks, her body tensing, her vaginal muscles clenching around his cock.
Desire sank deeper.
Diana, dazed, didn't know when he finished or when he changed the condom.
She had climaxed so many times, her body sensitive and numb, trembling at the slightest touch.
"You said it would end when you finished!" she protested, too weak to push him away, her voice broken.
"I never said just once." He kissed her tender neck, murmuring.
The wet sounds of their union filled the air again, spreading through the quiet bedroom with the night.
Diana woke up to the afternoon sun, her stomach growling, waking her.
She moved her legs slightly, wincing.
Her thighs were sore, trembling uncontrollably.
But at least she was clean, the room smelling fresh.
Diana rolled over, suddenly remembering last night. She sat up quickly, ignoring her soreness, scanning the room.
Charles was gone, the door closed, food on a nearby table.
Diana clenched her fists, cursing, "Damn it! That bastard, did he go back on his word?"
She got out of bed, moving carefully, adjusting to her body's condition, then hurried to the door.
The door opened.
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