Chapter 80: Fucking Amira till she pass out I (narcissist Lynx)

Chapter 80: Fucking Amira till she pass out I (narcissist Lynx)

This wasn’t the end of anything.

It was only the fucking beginning.

She wanted more, more of his magnificent cock. He could see it in the way her grey eyes tracked his every movement, in the way her fingers kept finding his skin, tracing the lines of his chest like she was memorizing him.

The first round had only whetted her appetite. A month of denial had left a hunger in her that wouldn’t be satisfied by a single meal.

"Roll over," he said, and it wasn’t a request.

She blinked at him, that vulnerability still soft in her face, but something else flickered behind it. Interest. Curiosity. A willingness to be directed.

She rolled onto her stomach, looking back at him over her shoulder, her hair spilling across the pillow in dark waves.

"Like this?" she asked, and there was a challenge in her voice, a dare.

’God she’s fucking hot, and she knows it.’ He didn’t answer with words. His already hard cock agreeing with his thoughts. He settled behind her, his hands sliding up her thighs, parting them, and she gasped when he guided his cock back inside her.

Slowly this time. He wanted her to feel every nine and half fucking inch of him entering her, wanted to watch the way her spine arched, the way her fingers clawed at the sheets.

"Ohhh~," she breathed, and it was barely a sound at all. "Oh, Lynx—"

He pulled out until only the tip remained, then pushed back in, deeper this time, and she moaned into the mattress.

He set a rhythm, his usual rhythm, long and deep, his hands gripping her hips, pulling her back to meet each thrust.

The angle was different, tighter, and he could feel her walls clenching around him, trying to pull him deeper.

"You like this," he said, definitely not as question.

"Yes" she gasped. "Yesss, Lynx~ don’t fuckin’ stop—"

He didn’t. He drove into her, harder, more faster, the sound of their bodies meeting filling the room.

She was so fucking wet, so slick, and every thrust pushed a moan from her lips, her voice breaking on his name. She could feel it already building.

"Lynx~ L-Lynx~Lynx~" She was chanting it now, a litany, a prayer.

He reached around, his fingers finding her clit, and she convulsed, her whole body shuddering.

"Come for me," he said, his voice low against her ear. "Let me feel it."

She couldn’t hold it anymore. She came with a cry, her body clamping down on him, her walls rippling around his cock, and he kept thrusting through it, drawing it out, until she was sobbing with it, her legs were trembling.

"Again," she whispered, and her voice was raw. "I need more. Please. I’ve been so empty without you."

He pulled out, and she whimpered at the loss, but he was already turning her over, already positioning her on her side. He lifted her leg, hooking it over his hip, and slid into her from a new angle, deeper still, and she cried out, her head falling back.

"Oh gods—Lynx that’s so deep~" her voice trailed off with moans.

He fucked her like that, side by side, his hand on her thigh, her leg over his hip, and she was gasping, clutching at him, her nails digging into his shoulder. The angle let him hit something inside her that made her eyes roll back, made her words dissolve into wordless sounds.

"Ohhhn~ yesss! There," she begged, "right there, don’t move, please..."

He didn’t move. He held still, buried inside her, and she started to grind against him, chasing her own pleasure, her hips moving in desperate circles.

Her breath came in short, sharp gasps, and he watched her face, watched the way her lips parted, the way her eyes squeezed shut, the way her whole body tensed.

"I’m close," she said, her voice strained. "I’m so close again..."

He thrust up into her, hard, and she shattered, her body arching off the bed, a long, keening cry tearing from her throat.

He felt her come around him, felt the waves of it, the way she clenched and released, clenched and released, and he held her through it, his hands steady on her hips.

She collapsed against him, breathless, her skin slick with sweat. "How do you do this to me?" she murmured against his chest. "I can’t think. I can’t... you’ve ruined me."

He kissed her forehead, her temple, the corner of her mouth. "You’re not ruined."

"Ruined," she insisted, but she was smiling, a lazy, sated smile. "I’ll never be satisfied by anyone else or anything. You know that, right? You’ve made sure of it."

He didn’t answer with words, Instead, he rolled her onto her back, positioning himself above her, and looked down at her.

She looked wrecked. Her hair was a mess, her lips swollen, her skin flushed and damp. Her grey eyes were darker, pupils blown wide, and she looked at him like he was the only thing in the world worth seeing.

"You look so beautiful, so mine. And you won’t think of any other cock except mine, I’ve made sure of it." He sealed her lips with his. His dick resting on her pussy lips.

"Again, fuck me again. I could.. mmph go all night," she said between the kiss, and it was a demand now, not a plea.

He gave it to her. He lifted her hips, angled her just right, and drove into her in one long, slow stroke. She gasped, her hands flying to his shoulders, her fingers digging in.

He pulled out, then thrust again, harder, and she moaned, loud and unrestrained.

"Aghnn~ Yes! Lynxx~ harder harder..."

He fucked her harder, his hips slamming against hers, the sound of their bodies meeting sharp and wet in the dim light.

She was loud, so loud, her moans filling the room, bouncing off the walls, and he loved it, loved the way she didn’t hold back, the way he stretched her Blessed slutty pussy, the way she gave herself to him completely.

"You dick feels so good," she gasped, her voice breaking. "So full! I can feel you so fucking deep I..."

He reached down, his thumb finding her clit again, and she cried out, her body bucking beneath him. "Come again," he said, his voice rough. "I want to feel you come on my cock."

She didn’t last any more second as soon as she heard his voice. She came with a scream, her body convulsing, her walls milking him, and he felt himself teetering on the edge, the pressure building, the heat coiling in his spine.

"I’m close," he gritted out.

"Inside me," she begged. "Come inside me, Lynx, please... I need to feel it—"

He thrust into her one final time, deep and hard, and came with a groan, his release spilling into her, hot and thick.

She moaned at the feeling, her body clenching around him, drawing out every last drop, and they collapsed together, tangled and slick and breathless.

For a moment, there was only the sound of their breathing, the thud of their hearts, the creak of the old bed settling beneath them.

She was the first to move.

She rolled on top of him, straddling his hips, and looked down at him with a smile that was equal parts mischief and hunger.

"I’m not done with you yet," she said.

He raised an eyebrow. "You’re going to kill me. I’m 18, don’t wanna die from sex."

She laughed at that, a genuine beautiful laugh, that made his heart beat twice faster, pumping more blood to his cock.

"Maybe." She leaned down, her lips brushing his ear. "But you can handle it, it your punishment."

"Best punishment to die from."

She sat up, reached behind her, and guided his cock back inside her. He was already hard again, her body so warm and wet around him, and she rode him slow, rolling her hips, taking him deep.

"You feel that?" she asked, her voice low. "That’s what you do to me. I can’t get enough. I’ll never get enough. I just want to keep fucking you..."

She moved faster, her hips slamming down, her breasts bouncing, and he gripped her waist, guiding her rhythm. She was gorgeous like this, powerful and hungry, and he watched her, watched the way her head fell back, the way her lips parted, the way her eyes glazed over with pleasure.

"Ahgnnn~ Lynx~" she moaned, and his name was a prayer, a plea, a promise. "L-Lynx, I’m going to come again—"

"Don’t hold back," he said. "Come for me."

She came hard, her body shuddering, her walls clenching, and he felt himself follow her over the edge, his release spilling into her once more.

She collapsed on top of him, her breath hot against his neck, and they lay there, spent and almost satisfied. Almost.

She was silent for a long moment. Then she said softly, "That was... I don’t have words for it."

He stroked her hair, his hands tracing her back, the curve of her hip. "You don’t need words. Because it’s more than words."

She lifted her head, her grey eyes meeting his. There was something there, something raw and unguarded, and she reached up, her fingers tracing the mark on his forehead.

"I meant what I said," she murmured. "I’m going to remember your name. Forever."

He caught her hand, kissed her palm. "And I’ll always remember you, never leaving you again."

She smiled at that. Then looked at him, her eyes tracing his features. The more she looked the wetter she became. "Why are you so unfair? You’re even more handsome than me, or any one I have seen. And trust me I’ve traveled to a lot of places. Do you use cream on your skin or what?"

Lynx laughed. "I thought Blessed doesn’t need creams or products to stay fresh."

"I’m just saying, the normal humans doesn’t need it too but guess what? Those lazy ass rely on creams than mana."

Lynx leaned in to kiss her lips, "besides you should be proud, you get to have a huge taste of me. Most ladies would kill their self for a pinch."

She grabbed his dick "You narcissist... but it’s true though, and your truth just made me wetter..."