Free Web NovelChapter 154: Chapter 154: Your Mess**
Aria woke to the sensation of being filled.
Schlop. Schlop. Schlop.
Kael was moving inside her—his hands gripping her hips as he fucked her from behind. She was on her side, one leg hooked over his waist, his cock buried so deep she could feel it in her stomach.
"Wha—how long was I—"
"Ten minutes." His voice was rough in her ear. "And we’re just getting started."
PAM. PAM. PAM. PAM.
He sped up.
"AHHN—wait—I’m still sore—AHHHN—"
"Your soreness isn’t my problem." But his pace softened slightly, becoming rhythmic rather than brutal. "Your pleasure is."
PAM. PAM. PAM. PAM. PAM.
Aria’s moans filled the room again—ahhn, ahhn, fuck, fuck, FUCK—as her overstimulated body woke back up. Her pussy, swollen and overused, clenched around him anyway, muscle memory and desperate need overriding the pain.
"Harder—"
PAM. PAM. PAM. PAM. PAM. PAM.
He gave her harder.
"AHHHHN—YES—LIKE THAT—AHHHHHN—"
PAM. PAM. PAM. PAM. PAM. PAM. PAM.
The headboard slammed against the wall with every thrust—BANG. BANG. BANG. BANG.—creating a rhythm that the entire hotel floor could probably hear.
Aria didn’t care.
"Flip over."
Kael withdrew—schllp—and Aria whimpered at the sudden emptiness. Then she rolled onto her back, legs spreading, cum still leaking from her reddened pussy, eyes hazy with need.
Kael climbed over her, cock glistening with their combined fluids, and slid back inside.
Schluuump.
"AHHHN—"
He kissed her as he started moving again—deep, possessive kisses that swallowed her moans. His hands found her breasts, squeezing, pinching, pulling.
PAM. PAM. PAM. PAM.
Her legs wrapped around his waist. Her nails raked down his back—scratch, scratch, scratch—drawing fresh blood that he didn’t seem to notice.
"AHHN—Kael—Kael—KAEL—"
PAM. PAM. PAM. PAM. PAM. PAM. PAM.
"Say my name again."
"KAEL—AHHHN—KAEL—PLEASE—AHHHHN—"
PAM. PAM. PAM. PAM. PAM. PAM. PAM. PAM.
He came inside her again.
SPURT. SPURT. SPURT. SPURT. freeωebnovēl.c૦m
Aria came with him—walls clamping, body seizing, back arching off the bed—AHHHHHHN—screaming his name so loud the neighbors definitely heard.
Kael collapsed on top of her, both of them breathing hard.
For thirty seconds, neither moved.
Then Kael rolled off, pulling her with him.
Aria blinked.
He positioned her on top of him, his still-hard cock standing tall against his stomach. Cum dripped from her overfilled pussy onto his abdomen as she straddled him.
"Ride me."
Aria bit her lip. Her thighs were trembling. Her pussy was ruined—swollen, sensitive, dripping cum. The thought of taking him again made her wince and ache with need in equal measure.
She lowered herself onto his cock.
Schluuump.
"AHHHN—"
PAM. PAM. PAM.
She found a rhythm—slow, grinding, deep. Her hands pressed against his chest for balance as she rode him, breasts bouncing with every movement, cum leaking from their joining with each rise and fall.
PAM. PAM. PAM. PAM. PAM.
"Faster."
PAM. PAM. PAM. PAM. PAM. PAM.
Aria obeyed. Her pace turned frenetic—PAM. PAM. PAM. PAM. PAM. PAM. PAM.—her breasts bouncing wildly, her moans rising to screams.
"AHHHN—AHHHN—CUMMING—AHHHHHHN—"
PAM. PAM. PAM. PAM. PAM. PAM. PAM. PAM. PAM.
Kael grabbed her hips and slammed her down, holding her in place as he came inside her again.
SPURT. SPURT. SPURT. SPURT. SPURT.
Aria’s orgasm triggered again—AHHHHHN—her entire body shaking, pussy clenching so hard it forced his cum back out around his cock, spraying onto his stomach and thighs.
She collapsed forward onto his chest, twitching.
"Can’t—" Her voice was barely a whisper. "Can’t feel my legs—"
Kael’s hand found her hair, stroking gently.
"Please let me rest."
"Five minutes—"
"Ten please."
He gave her seven.
And when she woke again—drawn by his fingers tracing lazy patterns on her inner thigh—he pulled her on top of him once more.
PAM. PAM. PAM. PAM. PAM.
Aria rode him facing away, her perfect ass bouncing against his hips, his hands gripping her waist, his cock buried so deep she could see the outline in her stomach. Cum from previous rounds squeezed out around his shaft with every impact.
PAM. PAM. PAM. PAM. PAM. PAM.
"Touch yourself."
Aria’s hand slipped between her legs, fingers finding her overstimulated clit. She rubbed circles while she rode him—schlick, schlick, schlick—adding pleasure to pleasure until she was a moaning, trembling mess.
"AHHN—AHHN—CUMMING—AHHHHHN—"
PAM. PAM. PAM. PAM. PAM. PAM. PAM. PAM. PAM.
Kael came again.
SPURT. SPURT. SPURT. SPURT. PAM.
Aria’s orgasm hit like a train wreck. She collapsed backward onto his chest, convulsing, cum spraying from her overfilled pussy in rhythmic pulses that soaked his stomach, his chest, the bed beneath them.
Schlick. Schlick. Schlick. Drip. Drip.
Silence.
They fucked against the wall.
Kael held Aria up—one hand under her thigh, the other braced against the wallpaper—as he pounded into her from behind. Her legs wrapped around his waist. Her hands clawed at the wall, leaving marks in the expensive covering.
PAM. PAM. PAM. PAM. PAM. PAM. PAM. PAM.
"YES—YES—FUCK ME—FUCK ME HARDER—AHHHN—"
PAM. PAM. PAM. PAM. PAM. PAM. PAM. PAM. PAM.
The wallpaper tore.
RIIIIIP.
"Shit—" Kael didn’t stop. "I’ll pay for it—"
"I don’t care—AHHHN—DON’T STOP—AHHHHHN—"
PAM. PAM. PAM. PAM. PAM. PAM. PAM. PAM. PAM. PAM.
He came inside her against the wall.
SPURT. SPURT. SPURT. SPURT. SPURT. SPURT.
Aria’s legs gave out. She would have collapsed if Kael wasn’t holding her up. Cum ran down her thighs, pooled on the floor, dripped from where they were still joined.
He carried her back to bed and fucked her there again.
They fucked on the floor.
PAM. PAM. PAM.
Aria on her hands and knees, face pressed into the carpet, ass in the air, Kael behind her, hands gripping her hips as he slammed into her ruined pussy.
"AHHHN—AHHHN—TOO MUCH—AHHHHHN—"
PAM. PAM. PAM. PAM. PAM. PAM. PAM. PAM. PAM. PAM. PAM.
They fucked in the bathroom.
Aria bent over the sink, hands braced on the counter, watching in the mirror as Kael took her from behind. Water from the tap couldn’t wash away the cum leaking down her thighs—it just made it wetter.
PAM. PAM. PAM. PAM. PAM. PAM. PAM. PAM. PAM. PAM. PAM. PAM.
"Look at yourself." Kael’s voice was rough, strained. "Look at what you’ve become."
Aria looked.
Cum-matted hair. Ruined makeup. Swollen lips. Bite marks on her shoulders. Claw marks on her back. Tits pressed against cold marble, nipples hard, leaking milk from overstimulation. Pussy gaping open, pink and red and overflowing with white.
"A mess—" she gasped. "Your mess—"
He thrust harder.
PAM. PAM. PAM. PAM. PAM. PAM. PAM. PAM. PAM. PAM. PAM. PAM.
"AHHHHHN—"
SPURT. SPURT. SPURT. SPURT. SPURT. SPURT. SPURT.
Dawn crept through the windows.
Kael and Aria lay tangled together on the destroyed bed—sheets stained beyond recognition, mattress soaked through to the frame, cum drying in white patches across every surface. The room smelled like a brothel. The air itself seemed thick with the residue of what they’d done.
Kael’s cock was raw. Red. Sore. Every nerve ending screaming.
Aria was worse.
Her pussy was swollen shut, lips puffy and red, still leaking cum in thin trickles. Her thighs were coated in dried white. Her breasts were covered in bite marks and hickeys. Her back was a roadmap of claw marks. Her voice was gone—hoarse from screaming, reduced to whispers and whimpers.
She couldn’t walk. She couldn’t close her legs fully. She couldn’t do anything except lie there and breathe.
Kael pulled her against his side, one arm around her shoulders.
"Sleep."
"Mmmph."
Aria was asleep before her head fully settled on his chest.
