Chapter 361: Atlantic Theatre [14] [R-18 Contents!]
"Don’t stop," she said. "Just finish it already."
She’d made her peace with this and she wanted it done as expected.
I obeyed and thrust again, deeper this time, finding a rhythm.
"Haann..." She gasped as my cock dragged against her inner walls, the friction profound even through the considerable slickness she’d produced.
I could still feel her body gripping, adjusting, the tight channel of her pussy learning the shape and size of me with each careful stroke. I pulled back halfway before driving forward again, watching her face track every movement.
"Hmmm!!" Maribel let out a muffled moan, her feet lifting slightly off the carpet, heels pressing against the back of my thighs.
I gasped under my breath at how incredible she felt around me, that impossible tightness, the heat, the way her walls seemed to pulse around every inch of my length. I gripped her knees wider, holding them open, and began establishing a proper pace.
"Hmm! Ngh... hann... ahnn... haan..."
Small, shuddering moans escaped her with each stroke, her voice suppressed but increasingly unable to stay that way. Her head moved restlessly from side to side against the carpet.
It was gentle by any reasonable standard. But my thickness still reached places inside her that had never been reached before, touching walls that didn’t know they could be touched. Her body responded to that discovery the only way bodies know how, producing more arousal, getting slicker and warmer and more accommodating with each passing minute, making everything easier, pulling me deeper than I’d intended.
"Haan... no... haaan..."
"Does it feel good, Maribel?" I asked, my voice rougher than I would have liked.
Her hymen had been minimal as she’d been physically active her entire life, and most of what had been there had probably yielded to my earlier preparation. But this was still her first time receiving a cock, and her pussy had clearly never accommodated anything approaching my size. There was almost certainly some discomfort still threading through everything else, some residual unfamiliarity that pain and pleasure were competing over.
But I could feel the competition shifting. Her body was winning its argument with her mind.
"...I... don’t... haan... know... hmm..." Maribel replied, moans punctuating the spaces between words, her head still moving, eyes still closed.
She didn’t know because she really didn’t.
I reached down between us, my thumb finding her clit where it peeked out above her glistening folds.
I pressed against it.
"HAAAHnnnn—wh-what—haaahn!"
Her reaction was strong. Her pussy clamped down on my cock in powerful rhythmic contractions as she came hard, her entire body arching, the sound she made far louder than anything she’d produced before. Her hands flew to her own mouth a half-second too late.
Her face was completely flushed, her eyes snapping open, glazed and unfocused with pleasure, seeing something that wasn’t quite the ceiling above her.
I used that timing and raised my pace immediately.
"HAaahh! W—Wait... ahhnn! Haaah—ohh... god... haaann!"
She gasped and moaned in rapid succession as I fucked her now with real intent, her pussy mid-orgasm around me, still clenching rhythmically, still pulsing, but so slippery now that each thrust went deeper with less resistance. I could feel my cock thickening further inside her, hitting maximum hardness as I drove deeper than I’d managed before.
My arms wrapped around her knees, securing them, holding her open and angled perfectly as I watched my cock disappear inside her small entrance with each thrust, watched her delicate flesh stretch around my girth and close again as I withdrew.
"HAaaahnn... haaah... hmmnff!!"
Maribel’s attempts at quiet were completely gone. Whatever control she’d been maintaining had dissolved entirely somewhere in the last thirty seconds. Her hips had started moving with small upward rolls that met my downward thrusts, her body moving on pure instinct now, chasing the stimulation rather than enduring it.
That nearly finished me right there.
I let go of her knees and slammed my palms into the carpet on either side of her, changing my leverage, driving deeper from the new angle while I fought internally against my own urgency. My jaw was clenched. My breathing was completely ragged.
"Haahn!"
I could feel her building again, feel it in the way her walls had started fluttering, feel it in how her sounds had changed pitch, feel it in how her movements beneath me had become less coordinated and more desperate.
Her legs crossed behind my back and locked there, pulling me in, demanding depth she probably didn’t consciously realize she was asking for.
I looked at her face.
Her skin was glistening with sweat in the diffused light, cheeks burning deep beneath her tan, lips parted and wet. Her eyes were half-open, glassy, and they found my face despite everything, despite the arm that was no longer covering them, despite the fact that she’d been keeping her gaze anywhere but me for this entire encounter.
She looked at me directly.
I couldn’t help it.
I leaned forward and let my lips brush against hers before moving to her jaw, her chin.
"Hannghh!" Maribel’s head tilted back involuntarily, throat exposed, that long caramel column catching the torchlight beautifully.
I pressed my lips against her neck and licked, tasting salt and warmth and something uniquely her and felt her hands fly up to my hair, fingers tangling, gripping, pressing my face against her throat rather than pushing it away.
"Ma... Maribel, I—"
My voice came out strained and broken. The warning was barely coherent but she heard it.
I gritted my teeth and pulled back enough to grip her hips firmly, repositioning slightly. Then I thrust forward with everything I had, driving as deep as physically possible until I felt the resistance of my tip pressing against the very end of her, against her cervix, against the entrance of her womb.
"HAAA—HAAHNNN—OH GOD!!!!"
Maribel’s eyes snapped completely open, wider than I’d seen them, and her head arched back as her entire body went rigid. Her hands tightened in my hair with extraordinary force, pressing my face against her chest, against her sweat-drenched tank top, her heartbeat hammering beneath it, as her orgasm detonated through her.
I kept my face buried there against her chest and let go.
My own release crashed through me with weeks of accumulated pressure behind it. My cock pulsed powerfully, once, twice, again and again, emptying deep inside her, ropes of cum shooting directly into the deepest part of her pussy, reaching places that had been untouched minutes ago.
"Haa—aah..." Maribel breathed out in a long, shuddering exhale as she felt the heat of it filling her, felt the liquid warmth of my cum pouring into her womb in wave after pulsing wave.
Her legs stayed locked behind my back through both our orgasms, holding me in place, keeping me buried as deep as I’d gone. Only when the last aftershocks moved through her did her feet lower slowly back to the carpet, the lock releasing, her body finally going completely still.
The quiet of the empty cinema settled back around us.
Just our breathing. Just the faint ambient sounds of the building existing around us indifferently.
I remained where I was for a long moment, face against her chest, cock still buried inside her, both of us processing the magnitude of what had just happened.
Then, carefully, I pushed up on my arms and looked at her face.
Maribel lay still with her eyes closed, chest rising and falling in long shuddering breaths. Her hands had released my hair and returned to the carpet beside her. The flush on her cheeks was total, beautiful in a way I still felt vaguely ashamed to be noticing.
"Maribel," I called quietly, a bit concerned.
"...I’m okay," she said. Answering the question before I could ask it.
"Okay," I replied quietly.
I knew in such moments, it wouldn’t do good to I’ve empty encouraging words. It would best to let her speak whenever she deemed so.
I withdrew slowly, carefully, both of us exhaling at the sensation. The evidence of what we’d done followed with a slow seep of combined fluid that she would feel and I would see and neither of us would comment on.
I reached for my pants.
Maribel remained lying still, looking at the ceiling, her skirt still around her waist, her legs loosely open, her breathing gradually returning to normal.
Putting my pants back on, I gasped slightly, hands still shaking as I pulled them up over my hips.
God...
This was... truly exhilarating.
My heart was hammering like I’d just sprinted ten miles. My legs felt weak. I wasn’t even sure I could walk straight. Was this how sex always felt? Or was it because of the Symbiote?
I didn’t have any sexual experience before bonding with it, so I couldn’t compare. But I knew one thing for certain: the more I had sex, the stronger and more addictive the thrill became. Every time felt more intense than the last. My senses sharper. My hunger deeper.
Or maybe the more control I gained over the Symbiote, the stronger my own instincts and emotions grew. Because how the hell was I this out of breath? Like I’d just run a marathon. Was this what would’ve happened if I hadn’t held back from fucking Maribel like a wild animal earlier? That thought was honestly a little terrifying...
I turned slightly toward her.
Maribel was still lying there breathing hard, legs spread obscenely wide, completely spent. The sight hit me like a punch to the gut. Her swollen, well-used pussy was on full display, puffy and glistening. A thick, creamy trail of my cum slowly leaked from her pink folds, mixed with her own juices, dripping down over her tight little asshole before sliding onto the dark carpet beneath her.
Fuck...
I gulped hard, my spent cock twitching inside my pants, already trying to harden again at the sight of my seed leaking out of her. The urge to climb back on top of her and push every drop back inside with my cock was almost overwhelming.
No. Fuck no!
I quickly turned away and put as much distance between us as I could, walking up toward the highest seats right beside the double doors of the cinema hall. My breathing was still ragged. My mind was spinning.
Even from this far away, I could still smell her. Still hear the soft, exhausted little whimpers she made as her body continued to twitch and recover. Her thighs were trembling, shiny with sweat and cum, and every time she shifted, more of my load would slowly ooze out of her fucked hole.
I clenched my jaw and forced myself to look away, gripping the back of one of the theater seats hard enough that the metal creaked.
Get it together, Ryan.
But even as I tried to calm down, my cock throbbed painfully against my zipper, already leaking precum again just from the memory of her teary eyes and those wet sounds her pussy made while taking me.
Dullahan... it was making me insatiable.
