Chapter 448 The End
A sharp, loud smack echoed as his hand struck the outside of her thigh, leaving a red mark.
Her vaginal muscles contracted even more intensely. This time, unlike before, he ignored her protests and thrust his entire length deep inside her.
He had heard that the vagina could double in length when sexually aroused.
"Open up here."
His voice was hoarse, the tip of his member rubbing against the deepest, most sensitive parts, the ridges and veins creating a sensation so intense it was almost painful.
"No, no," she commanded, grabbing his hair, "Get out."
"Does it hurt?" His fingers slid down, circling her stomach. "Here, I want to go in here. Let's have another baby, so we can be together forever."
She didn't respond, just whimpered and tried to push him away.
His Adam's apple bobbed as he laughed again.
He flipped her over, face down on the bed. She clutched the sheets, sliding forward with each thrust, only to be pulled back by his grip on her waist.
After dozens of hard thrusts, the overwhelming pleasure began to numb her brain. She started to wonder how many organs a human abdomen could hold.
His member pulsed inside her, its hardness feeling more like burning iron than flesh.
The ridges and veins rubbed against her inner walls, becoming increasingly sticky and difficult to separate, tightly joined together.
"Stop moving."
The tip of his member broke through the narrow passage, stretching her open completely. He thrust in deeply, panting heavily.
Her thighs trembled violently, her lower abdomen spasming around the terrifying organ.
Her slightly intoxicated body was powerless to struggle, completely exposed beneath him, sobbing uncontrollably.
Every inch of her skin was overwhelmed with itching and desire. The bed shook, their bodies collided, leaving her thighs red and raw.
She gasped for breath, clutching the tangled sheets, half her body hanging off the edge, relying on his hand at her waist to keep from falling.
Fluids splashed from their union, trickling down her abdomen, forming glistening lines.
A large hand covered her flushed face, fingertips smeared with her fluids.
He rasped, his chest heaving, "Happy wedding night, honey."
The words snapped Diana back to reality. She gasped in anger, raising her hand to hit him, her hand going numb from the effort.
He continued to lick her collarbone, leaving ambiguous kiss marks.
A sudden, intense tingling hit her lower abdomen. Her thighs clamped shut, her waist convulsed, losing strength, her hand falling helplessly.
Drops of liquid splattered.
"Baby."
A scratch marked the corner of his eye; she had almost gouged it out.
He whispered against her shoulder, "You love me so much, and I love you too."
"Get out." Her voice was hoarse, like she had swallowed sand, her vocal cords raw.
"Don't lie to me," he inhaled deeply, smelling her neck, his cheek pressed against her pulse, "You're spraying fluids inside. You love me."
Damn it.
Diana couldn't speak.
Charles lifted her again, his hand gripping her waist, manipulating her limp limbs, squeezing her hand, holding her arm.
He chuckled softly, "It's not over yet. Let's take a break."
With that, he positioned her directly on top of him, changing their position to sitting, her on top.
Her slender waist trembled, her tense legs spread, straddling him. She was completely stunned.
His scorching member thrust in again, making a sticky, squelching sound as it slid inside, the tip grazing sensitive spots, stretching her abdomen, reaching the deepest parts.
His member was already thick and long, and this position only buried it deeper. The tight, slippery walls contracted, the fullness becoming more pronounced.
Her hands pressed against his chest, barely able to stay upright, crying out, "No..."
He moaned, his lips sealing her whimpering mouth.
He sucked on her, taking away her breath, then giving it back, letting her gasp, tracing her lips.
He kissed her cheek, her chin, her neck, gentle kisses contrasting with the fierce thrusts below.
His rigid, burning member repeatedly plunged into her tender vagina, while delicate kisses fell on her skin, her eyelids, her earlobes, turning them a soft red.
Diana swayed back and forth, unable to support herself, her waist gripped tightly, immobilized.
What kind of break was this?
Amidst chaotic breathing, mixed with cries and broken moans.
Her breasts bounced lightly, a red dot on them like a strawberry in cream.
His eyes darkened, his member moving in and out, shallow thrusts followed by deep ones, so fast that only the base glistening with fluids was visible.
Her pink lips were rubbed raw, sticky fluids clinging to his member, brought out and blocked at the entrance, smeared on their hair and skin.
The tingling and slight pain from the slaps coexisted, her cries becoming urgent.
After a spasm, her head tilted back, her waist tightened, and a stream of clear fluid sprayed out, soaking both their abdomens.
At the same time, her inner walls contracted wildly, squeezing the member inside.
Charles frowned slightly, no longer holding back, releasing inside her with heavy breaths.
Thick, copious semen filled her vagina, overflowing with his movements, looking incredibly erotic.
Diana stared at the ceiling, unable to remember any birth control measures, her mind filled with relief that it was finally over.
However, Charles beside her seemed tireless, his semi-soft member quickly hardening again, rubbing against her thigh.
A sweet, strange whisper reached her ears,
"Honey, I want to make love again."
"Get out!"
...
When Diana woke up, the sun was hanging near the horizon outside the window, bathing the room in golden light.
For a moment, she was dazed, unable to tell if it was morning or evening.
The room was still her original room.
If it weren't for the soreness in her waist and back, the weakness in her legs, and the aching fullness below, she might have thought she had just had a vivid erotic dream.
"Hello."
Diana slowly sat up, testing her voice, startled by its hoarseness.
She coughed twice, spotting water nearby, and grabbed it, gulping it down.
The cool liquid soothed her throat, and Diana finally felt a bit better.
Damn Charles, he had kept her up all night, making love until she lost count of how many times she had passed out and been woken up again.
Diana suspected he had taken some kind of sex drug to be so tireless.
But upon waking, her body, though sore, felt clean, indicating she had been taken care of.
As she was lost in thought, a knock came at the door.
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