Free Web NovelChapter 118: R18 - Dangerous Game
She kissed his chest softly, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on his skin.
But she wasn’t satisfied yet.
She lifted her head and looked into his eyes with a dark, hungry expression. Her voice was low and husky as she whispered:
"I want more... I want you to take my ass too. I’m still a virgin there."
Andrew’s eyes widened. "Elena... are you sure?"
She nodded, her cheeks flushed but determined. "I’ve never let anyone touch me there. But I want you to be the first. I want you to claim every part of me."
She climbed off him slowly, her legs shaky. Cum dripped down her thighs as she reached into the bedside drawer and pulled out a small bottle of lubricant. She coated her fingers generously and then straddled his waist again, facing him.
"Watch me," she whispered.
Elena reached behind herself and slowly pushed one slick finger into her tight asshole. She gasped softly, her body tensing at the new sensation. She worked the finger in and out, gradually adding a second one, stretching herself open while Andrew watched, his cock twitching with renewed arousal.
After a few minutes of preparation, she coated his cock thoroughly with lube, stroking him slowly until he was rock hard again. Then she positioned herself above him, the head of his cock pressing against her virgin asshole.
"Be gentle at first," she breathed.
She slowly lowered herself. The thick head of Andrew’s cock pushed against her tight ring of muscle. Elena’s face contorted in a mix of pain and pleasure as she pressed down. The head finally popped inside her, stretching her asshole wide open.
"Ahh...! It’s so big..." she gasped, her voice trembling.
She paused, breathing heavily, adjusting to the intense fullness. Then she continued sinking down, taking inch after inch of his thick cock into her virgin ass. The tight, incredibly hot grip made Andrew groan loudly, his wrists pulling against the handcuffs.
Elena’s eyes were watery, but she didn’t stop. She kept lowering herself until her ass was fully seated on his cock, every inch buried deep inside her.
"Oh god... I feel so full..." she moaned, her voice breaking. "You’re stretching me so much..."
She stayed still for a long moment, letting her body adjust. Then she began to move — slow, careful rolls of her hips at first. The sensation was intense for both of them. Her ass was incredibly tight, gripping his cock like a vice as she rode him.
Andrew’s breathing was ragged. "Fuck... your ass is so tight..."
Elena gradually increased her pace, bouncing on his cock with more confidence. Her breasts swayed heavily with every movement as she took him deeper and deeper into her asshole. The wet, obscene sounds of lube and flesh filled the room.
She leaned forward, pressing her breasts against his chest as she kissed him hungrily, her hips still moving.
"I’m yours now," she whispered between kisses. "Every hole... every part of me belongs to you."
Andrew thrust up to meet her, driving his cock deeper into her ass. Elena moaned loudly, her body shuddering with pleasure. The pain had mostly faded, replaced by a deep, intense fullness that made her eyes roll back.
They changed positions. Elena got on all fours, and Andrew knelt behind her. He gripped her hips and pushed back into her stretched asshole, fucking her with long, deep strokes. Elena’s moans grew louder and more desperate as he ravished her ass.
"Yes... harder... fuck my ass, Andrew..." she begged, pushing back against him.
He obliged, pounding into her with powerful thrusts. His balls slapped against her pussy with every stroke. Elena’s body rocked forward, her breasts swinging heavily beneath her as she took him deep in her ass again and again.
Andrew reached around and rubbed her clit while fucking her asshole, driving her wild. Elena’s moans turned into screams of pleasure as another orgasm built inside her.
"I’m going to cum again..." she gasped.
Andrew fucked her harder, his cock slamming into her tight ass. With a loud cry, Elena came hard, her pussy squirting slightly as her asshole clenched violently around his cock. The intense contractions pushed Andrew over the edge. He buried himself deep inside her ass and came with a loud groan, flooding her bowels with thick, hot cum.
They collapsed together on the bed, both breathing heavily. Elena’s ass was leaking his cum, her body trembling with aftershocks. She turned to him with a deeply satisfied, possessive smile.
"You’re mine now," she whispered, kissing his lips softly. "And I’m never letting you go."
Andrew lay there, exhausted and conflicted, wondering how much deeper this dangerous game would go.
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Elena lay on top of Andrew, her body still trembling from the intense orgasm. Her pussy was overflowing with his cum, thick white fluid slowly leaking out of her and dripping onto his thighs. She kissed his chest softly, then reached up and unlocked the handcuffs with a small key from the bedside table.
The metal clicked open. Andrew’s wrists were finally free.
The moment his hands were released, something shifted inside him. The weeks of avoiding her, the guilt, the suppressed desire, it all came rushing back. He missed her. He missed the way she looked at him, the way she touched him, the way she made him feel wanted and powerful.
With a low growl, Andrew flipped their positions. He pushed Elena onto her hands and knees, positioning her like a bitch in heat. Her ass was raised high, back arched, her swollen, cum-filled pussy and ass on full display.
Elena gasped in surprise but didn’t resist. Instead, she looked back at him with dark, excited eyes.
Andrew gripped her hips tightly and slammed into her pussy in one brutal thrust. Elena cried out, her body jolting forward as he buried himself to the hilt.
He started fucking her like a dog fucks a bitch, rough, primal, and relentless. His hips slapped loudly against her ass with every powerful thrust. The sound of skin meeting skin echoed through the room as he pounded into her without mercy.
"Ahh—! Andrew... so rough...!" Elena moaned, her voice breaking as he fucked her hard from behind.
He grabbed a fistful of her long chestnut hair and pulled her head back, using it as leverage to drive deeper. His other hand slapped her ass hard, leaving red marks on her pale skin. Elena’s moans grew louder, her body shaking with every brutal thrust.
"You wanted this, didn’t you?" Andrew growled, his voice thick with lust. "You wanted me to fuck you like an animal."
"Yes... yes, I did..." Elena whimpered, pushing her ass back to meet his thrusts. "Fuck me harder... please..."
Andrew obliged. He fucked her with savage intensity, his cock slamming into her cum-filled pussy again and again. The wet, obscene sounds of their fucking filled the room. Elena’s breasts swung heavily beneath her, her body rocking forward with every powerful stroke.
Just then, the bedroom door creaked open.
Lucy stood in the doorway, her eyes wide with shock. She had come to check on them after hearing strange noises.
"Mom...? Andrew...?" she asked, voice small and confused. "What are you doing?"
Elena turned her head slightly, still getting fucked hard from behind. Her face was flushed, her voice breathy but calm.
"Lucy, sweetheart... He wasn’t only Andrew, he was now also your daddy, Mommy is doing the exercise... to increase her health and stamina. Now go away."
Even with Lucy standing in the doorway, watching with wide, innocent eyes, he kept fucking Elena with raw, animalistic intensity. His hips slammed forward, driving his thick cock deep into her cum-filled pussy with powerful, wet slaps. Elena moaned loudly, her body rocking forward with every brutal thrust, her breasts swinging heavily beneath her.
Lucy tilted her head, her cheeks pink as she watched her mother getting fucked like a bitch in heat.
Seeing this Lucy started crying and ran away outside.
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By the end of the night, Elena was exhausted, covered in sweat and cum, her pussy and ass leaking with Andrew’s seed. She lay on him, cuddling against his chest with a satisfied, blissful expression.
Andrew stared at the ceiling, his mind finally quiet for a moment. ƒгeewebnovёl.com
Although he thought he was not going to meet her again. But he again met with her, and again did this.
The night had been long and intense, and Andrew knew that from now on, everything would be different.
The next morning came too quickly.
Andrew left Elena’s house before sunrise, slipping out quietly while both mother and daughter were still asleep. His body was exhausted, muscles aching from the long, intense night. His mind, however, was in complete turmoil.
Guilt.
It hit him like a wave the moment he stepped outside and the cool morning air touched his skin. Every step toward home felt heavier. The memories of the previous night replayed in his head, Elena’s possessive moans, but eager submission, the way he had lost control and taken her again and again.
By the time he reached the apartment, the sun was already up. He opened the door quietly, hoping Scarlett might still be sleeping.
She wasn’t.
Scarlett was sitting on the sofa in one of his oversized shirts, a cup of coffee in her hands. She looked up the moment he entered, her sharp eyes scanning his face and slightly disheveled appearance.
"You’re back," she said softly. There was no accusation in her voice, only quiet observation. "You were out late."
Andrew forced a small smile, but it felt fake even to him. "Yeah... the team meeting ran long. We were working on some new features for Luna."
Scarlett nodded slowly, but her gaze lingered on him a moment longer than usual. She stood up, walked over, and wrapped her arms around his waist, resting her head on his chest.
"I missed you," she murmured, her voice warm and affectionate. "Come take a shower and rest. You look tired."
Andrew hugged her back tightly, burying his face in her hair. The familiar scent of her shampoo, the warmth of her body against his, made the guilt twist like a knife in his stomach.
*She trusts me completely,* he thought. *And I...*
He kissed the top of her head, holding her a little longer than necessary, as if trying to absorb her innocence and push away the memories of the night before.
"I’m sorry I was late," he whispered. "I’ll make it up to you."
Scarlett pulled back slightly and looked up at him with a soft smile. "You already do, every night."
She took his hand and led him toward the bathroom. Andrew followed, his heart heavy. As she helped him undress and turned on the shower, he pulled her under the water with him, kissing her deeply, almost desperately.
He made love to her in the shower, slow, tender, and full of guilt-fueled passion. He held her close, whispering "I love you" against her skin again and again, as if saying it enough times could erase what he had done.
Scarlett responded with the same affection, moaning softly and clinging to him, completely unaware of the storm raging inside him.
After they finished, they dried off and lay in bed together. Scarlett curled up against his chest, tracing lazy patterns on his skin with her finger.
"You’ve been working so hard lately," she said gently. "I’m proud of you. But don’t push yourself too much, okay?"
Andrew swallowed the lump in his throat and hugged her tighter.
"I won’t," he lied softly. "I promise."
But as Scarlett fell asleep peacefully in his arms, Andrew stared at the ceiling, wide awake.
The guilt was heavier than ever.
He had crossed the line with Elena. He knew he should stop everything. He knew he should tell Scarlett the truth.
But the fear of losing her, of destroying the warmth and safety he had found in her arms, kept him silent.
For now, he would continue pretending.
But deep down, he knew this fragile balance couldn’t last forever.
