The Harem of Juicy MILFs

Chapter 32: Pure pleasure

The couch had barely had time to stabilize when Electhra’s hand had already closed on Gerhman’s nape. She pulled him toward her, her mouth seeking his with greed. The kiss was brutal, her teeth biting his lower lip until the taste of blood, her tongue forcing entry to find a remnant of her own pleasure.

Gerhman groaned, a hoarse vibration that rolled from the depths of his chest against her lips. He pushed her back with a thrust, almost slamming her against the backrest, his eyes narrowed in amusement.

Electhra straightened up on her knees, her hands sliding over his torso, her fingers tracing the dark lines of the spiderweb tattoos that stretched from his neck to his sternum. Her head tilted, her mouth opening against his left nipple, her tongue curling around the hardened tip.

Gerhman exhaled, a hissing breath between his teeth. His hand sank into her hair, pulling it to force her face upward. She looked at him, her eyes shining with defiance, with desire.

He flipped her once more like a mere piece of fabric, pressing her belly against the back of the couch, her hips settled against the padding. He was already hard, his cock pressing between her buttocks, a burning weight against her still-wet slit. He penetrated her with a thrust, driving deep in a stroke that took her breath away.

"Ah!"

She cried out, her nails raking the velvet, her breasts crushing against the fabric as he thrust into her, his hands gripping her hips to hold her still.

Gerhman began to take her, powerful and measured thrusts, a rhythm that made the couch vibrate. His cock slid inside her, almost pulling out completely before plunging in again, the wet and rhythmic sound of their mating filling the dark room.

Electhra moaned with each thrust, a hoarse and broken sound that shattered when he drove in particularly deep, when the head of his shaft hit that precise spot that made her jolt. Her fingers clutched his hair, pulling it to press his face against her nape.

"Master..." she panted, her voice broken by the jolts. "Harder... please..."

Gerhman complied. He intensified, his hips slapping against her ass with a force that made her cry out at each impact. His hand left her hips, sliding under her belly to find her clit, his thumb pressing in rapid circles while he pounded her.

The sensations shot through her like an electric shock. Her belly contracted, her gluteal muscles tightened, and her toes curled against the velvet of the couch. The heat rose from her lower abdomen, radiating into her thighs, her chest, her nape. Her skin grew damp, drops of sweat beading on her temples.

"Ah... ahh... G-Gerhman..."

Her voice broke, a hoarse breath mixed with a high-pitched moan. Her jaw trembled, her teeth sank into her lower lip.

"Nngh... d-don’t... don’t stop..."

Her eyes rolled back, her vision blurred, bright spots dancing at the edge of her field of vision. Her heart pounded so hard against her ribs that she felt the beats in her eardrums. Her hands gripped the cushion beneath her, her nails digging into the fabric.

Electhra moaned, a muffled sound against the velvet, her cheek rubbing the fabric damp with sweat and semen. "Ah... ah... G-Gerhman..." Her breath cut off with each thrust, her fingers frantically gripping the armrest. "H-harder... too hard..."

Her moans broke into a high-pitched wail, almost a sob, as her belly twisted under the pressure. Her body arched despite herself, her buttocks tensing against him, and she felt a new wave rising, rougher, more visceral. The pleasure plowing through her insides, she cried out, a hoarse and drawn-out "nnngh!", her nails tearing the velvet. "Ah-ah-ah! I’m going to... I’m going to..." Her voice broke into a guttural scream, her muscles contracting around him in a series of violent spasms.

Gerhman felt her walls massage him, clench, swallow him. He growled, an animal sound, his teeth clenching, and buried his cock deep inside her, his balls slapping her clit with each pulse. "Yeah," he articulated, his voice strained, "that’s it. Squeeze me." He thrust one last time, his body stiffening, a thick hot jet flooding into her, then another, his breath escaping in a rasp. "Fuck..."

He remained still for a moment, his nape streaming, his forehead falling against her shoulder. Then he withdrew, a wet, almost obscene sound, as a trickle of semen slowly ran down her thigh to stain the already soiled velvet.

Electhra remained slumped, her legs spread, her buttocks still raised, her breath short. A weak moan escaped her lips, an "ah... ah..." broken, as she felt the heat spreading between her legs. She rolled onto her side to lie on her back, her hand sliding distractedly between her thighs to collect the flow, her fingers becoming viscous. She brought them to her lips, licking them slowly, her eyes fixed on him.

Gerhman lay down beside her, his body marked with sweat and redness, the spiderwebs on his torso gleaming under the light. He ran his hand through her damp hair, his fingers brushing her nape. He pulled her against him, settling her in the hollow of his shoulder, his soft cock pressed against her hip.

She stayed there, silent, her eyes half-closed, as the sweat cooled on her skin. Her heart was still beating against her ribs, a hurried rhythm that matched Gerhman’s breath. She ran her fingers over his torso, brushing the spiderwebs that adorned his skin, an almost tender caress. "Gerhman..." she murmured, her voice still veiled. "You broke me."

He chuckled, a deep and dry sound, his hand sliding over her buttocks to knead them distractedly. "You’re still here, aren’t you?" He pressed his fingers between her thighs, feeling the residual heat and moisture. "And still ready."

She let out a tired little laugh, her cheek rubbing against his torso. "Maybe." She slid her hand over his belly, her fingers tracing a slow line to his navel. "But first... I want to sleep. On you."

He did not reply, simply tightening his arm around her, his fingers sinking into the flesh of her hip. Their breaths calmed, their bodies still stuck together, damp, marked by each other, as the light faded on the stained purple velvet.