Free Web NovelChapter 211: Flooded In Ecstasy (R-18)
Sophie’s soft, breathy moans filled Stan’s ear. "Mmm... Stan... ahh..." Each moan was delicate and feminine, trembling with pleasure as her body bounced lightly in his arms.
Her walls fluttered and clenched around his shaft with every thrust, coating him in fresh waves of her arousal.
The sensation was intoxicating, wet, silky heat gripping him tightly, her juices dripping down his balls with every step.
Upon reaching the bedroom door, Stan shifted her weight, holding her securely with one powerful arm under her ass while his cock stayed buried inside her.
With his free hand, he opened the door. Sophie hugged him even tighter, her arms wrapped around his neck, her large, sweat-slicked breasts squishing firmly against his sweaty chest.
Her hard nipples dragged across his skin, sending sparks through both of them.
He stepped inside, kicking the door shut behind them with a soft click, and carried her straight toward the king-sized bed while still thrusting into her. Sophie whimpered softly against his neck, her voice weak and loving.
"Stan... oh god, Stan..." she moaned, the sound vibrating against his skin.
He laid her down gently on the soft mattress but never pulled out. Instead, he followed her down, capturing her lips in a deep, passionate kiss.
Their tongues intertwined slowly and lovingly as he began fucking her properly on the bed.
Sophie hugged him tight, her nails digging lightly into his back. Stan used one powerful arm to lift her ass slightly off the bed, angling her hips so every thrust hit her deepest, most sensitive spot.
PAH! PAH! PAH! PAH!
The rhythmic sound of their bodies colliding filled the room. Stan drove into her with long, forceful strokes, his thick cock stretching her perfectly. Sophie’s moans grew louder, turning into desperate cries.
"Stan! Stan... yes... right there!" she gasped, hugging him tighter.
Her big, soft breasts pressed and jiggled against his chest, her erect nipples rubbing deliciously with every powerful thrust. Sweat glistened on her skin, making their bodies slide smoothly together.
The pleasure coursing through them was overwhelming. Stan felt her tight pussy squeezing him rhythmically, hot and slippery, pulling him deeper with every stroke.
Sophie felt every vein on his cock dragging against her walls, the head pounding against her cervix, sending waves of electric bliss through her core. fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com
"I love you... I love you so much," Stan groaned between thrusts, his voice rough with emotion and lust. "You feel like heaven, Sophie. So tight... so wet... made for me."
"I’m yours... all yours..." she whimpered weakly, her voice breaking as another orgasm built rapidly. "Fuck me, Stan... don’t stop... I love feeling you so deep inside me." freewebnøvel.com
He kept pounding her relentlessly, the intensity rising with every passing second. Sophie’s moans turned into broken sobs of pleasure. "Stan... Stan... I’m going to, ahh!"
Her third orgasm crashed over her like a tidal wave. Her body shook violently beneath him as she came hard.
Her face melted into a perfect ahegao expression, eyes rolled back, tongue hanging out slightly, mouth open in a silent scream of ecstasy, cheeks flushed crimson, and tears of overwhelming pleasure glistening at the corners of her eyes.
Her pussy spasmed wildly around his cock, gushing and milking him with powerful contractions.
The sight and sensation pushed Stan over the edge. With a deep, guttural groan, he buried himself to the hilt and came hard, flooding her with thick, hot ropes of cum.
The pleasure was intense, pulse after pulse shooting deep inside her as her walls continued fluttering around him, drawing out every drop.
Sophie’s orgasm extended, her body trembling and twitching beneath him as she felt him filling her completely.
Another smaller wave of pleasure rippled through her, prolonging her bliss.
Stan held himself up on his arms, careful not to crush her with his full weight. He leaned down and kissed her deeply, slow, tender, and full of love.
Their tongues moved lazily together as they both came down from their highs, breathing each other in.
Finally, he pulled out gently and collapsed beside her. He turned her softly onto her side and spooned her from behind, wrapping his strong arms around her waist.
His body pressed flush against her back, one leg draped over hers. He kissed the back of her neck tenderly, lips lingering on her sweat-dampened skin.
"My sweet, lovely Sophie..." he whispered softly, voice thick with affection.
Sophie smiled weakly, her eyelids heavy with exhaustion and satisfaction. "I love you too," she murmured, her voice soft and sleepy.
Stan hugged her tighter, one hand sliding up to cup her full breast possessively, his palm resting gently over the soft mound, thumb brushing lazily across her nipple.
Their bodies fit perfectly together, his chest against her back, his softening cock nestled between her thighs, their legs intertwined. The scent of sex, sweat, and her perfume lingered warmly around them.
"You were incredible tonight," he whispered, pressing another kiss to her shoulder. "So strong, so loving... even after worrying about me all evening. I don’t deserve you."
Sophie let out a soft, contented sigh, pressing back into him. "You do deserve me... and I deserve you. My hero... my love. I’m so happy you came home to me."
They lay like that for a long time, bodies entwined, hearts slowing together, the room quiet except for their gentle breathing. Stan’s hand stayed lovingly on her breast, occasionally giving it a soft, affectionate squeeze.
Sophie’s fingers traced lazy patterns on his forearm, savoring the warmth and safety of his embrace.
"I feel so full... so loved," she whispered drowsily. "Stay inside my heart like this forever, Stan."
"I’m not going anywhere," he replied, nuzzling her neck. "You’re my home now. Sleep, baby. I’ve got you."
Their breathing gradually synchronized. The exhaustion from the long, emotional night finally settled over them like a warm blanket.
Sophie’s body relaxed completely in his arms, her breathing becoming slow and deep. Stan followed soon after, his face buried in her hair, one hand still cupping her big breast protectively.
They drifted off to sleep together, deeply connected, safe, and utterly content in each other’s arms.
