Chapter 331: Decision Making
The bed was a complete mess—sheets soaked, pillows shoved to the floor, the faint smell of sweat and sex thick in the warm air. Lara was still straddling me, knees planted wide on either side of my hips, her stockings wrinkled and garter straps twisted from all the movement. Her dark hair hung messy around her flushed face, lips swollen and shiny, breasts heaving with every fast breath she took.
"Ahhh fuck! Cumming!" I groaned loud, hips snapping upward one last time. I slammed my dick deep into her pussy—burying it to the base—and let go. Hot spurts shot inside her, pulse after pulse, filling her completely while my whole body jerked under her.
"Ahhhhhh! Yeahhmm!" Lara moaned right into my mouth. She locked her lips to mine in a desperate, sloppy kiss—tongues sliding, teeth bumping—as her own orgasm crashed over her. Her pussy clamped down hard around me, pulsing in tight waves, milking every drop while her lower body shivered and jerked.
"Ahh... baby..." I groaned against her lips, legs stretching out straight, toes curling as the last waves rolled through me.
"Ahmm... uphm..." She kept her hands cupping my face, holding me close while she shuddered on top. Her thighs trembled around my hips, pussy still fluttering in little aftershocks, squeezing me like it didn’t want to let go.
"Ahh Lara..." I breathed when we finally broke the kiss. She pulled back slowly, just enough to look down at me—eyes glassy, cheeks bright red, a satisfied smile tugging at her lips.
She started gliding her ass in tiny, lazy circles—milking my dick with slow rolls of her hips, drawing out every last drop. The wet sounds were filthy and loud in the quiet room—slick, slippery, obscene.
"Ahhmmm... this is how a man should feel on bed..." she whispered, voice hoarse and happy. She leaned back a little, hands bracing on my thighs behind her, arching so her breasts pushed forward.
"Glad to know you loved it..." I said, exhaling hard as she finally lifted herself off me. My dick slipped free—wet, shiny, coated in both our juices—and slapped softly against my stomach.
She sat to the side, legs spread wide in front of my face so I had a perfect view. My cum started oozing out of her pussy—thick white trails sliding slow down her folds and dripping onto the sheets.
"Loved it?" she laughed softly, voice still wrecked. "Bitch, I lost myself in it..."
She reached down with two fingers, scooping up a big glob of the creamy mess leaking out of her. She brought it up to her face—eyes locked on mine the whole time—and sucked her fingers clean, tongue swirling around them slow and deliberate.
"Damn..." I exhaled, raising an eyebrow, dick twitching again just from watching her.
She licked her lips once, then gave me a wicked little grin.
"That’s some load you pumped in me, Ezra," she said, voice teasing and proud. She spread her legs wider, showing me everything—pussy still puffy and red, cum dripping out in slow, thick drops.
The room had settled into a soft, lazy quiet. The dim white lights glowed low along the walls, casting gentle shadows over the tangled sheets and scattered clothes. Lara slid closer to me on the bed, peeling off her garter straps with slow fingers. The thin black lace slipped free, followed by her stockings—she rolled them down her thighs one by one and tossed them toward the foot of the bed. Now she was fully naked, skin still flushed and shiny with sweat, curves soft in the low light.
"Hehe... you must be thinking that I’m weird, right?" she asked, voice quiet and a little unsure. She pressed herself against my side, one arm draping across my chest, leg sliding over my thigh so our bodies tangled together again.
I wrapped my arm around her back, pulling her closer until her big, soft breasts flattened warmly against my chest. Her heartbeat thumped steady against mine.
"Not at all," I said, keeping my tone easy. "Everyone has their fetishes and desires. Who am I to judge?"
She let out a small, relieved breath and snuggled in tighter, face tucking into the side of my neck. Her hair tickled my skin.
"Aweee... such an understanding handsome," she murmured, giggling softly. The sound vibrated against my throat. She hugged me harder, arms looping around my shoulders, fingers tracing lazy lines along my back.
"Hehe..." I gave a short, broken laugh and hugged her back, hands spreading wide across her bare back. We stayed locked like that—bodies pressed close, breathing in sync—for several long minutes. No words. Just the slow rise and fall of our chests, the faint warmth of skin on skin, the comfortable weight of her on top of me.
After a while she pulled back just enough to look at me. Our faces were inches apart. We stared—eyes locked, no blinking—for what felt like a full minute. The silence stretched, thick and warm. Then, without a word, we closed the distance.
Our lips met—slow, gentle at first. Soft brushes, little pecks, tasting each other like we had all the time in the world. Then deeper. Tongues sliding together, lazy and unhurried. Our hands roamed—mine running down her spine to cup her ass, hers gliding over my shoulders, my chest, my sides. We caressed each other from tiredness, fingers tracing tired, soothing paths over skin still sensitive from everything we’d done. The kisses stayed slow, nice—long and lingering, no rush, just feeling each other close.
We broke for air once, twice, then went right back in. Lips crashing softly, breaths mingling, little sighs slipping between us.
Finally she pulled back again—just a little—keeping her face close, nose brushing mine.
"Now what, mister?" she asked, voice soft and sleepy, eyes half-lidded.
I gave her a small, tired smile.
"I don’t know," I said quietly. "It’s your call to make, Lara. I’m here for the night."
The words came out easy, but inside my chest twisted. I lied. I needed her to leave soon. Aeri was in the hospital—alone, hooked to machines, probably still sleeping under sedation. The doctor said she’d wake up early tomorrow morning. I had to be there when her eyes opened. I had to be the first face she saw. Everything tonight—the money, the hours, the pretending—was for her. To pay the bills, to keep her safe. I couldn’t stay here much longer.
Lara looked up at me, lips curving into a thoughtful little smile. She stayed quiet for a few seconds, eyes searching mine like she was trying to read something deeper.
