Chapter 53 - 053: Foxxie rut[R18] 2

Rylan looked down at Anaria’s face and saw the raw hunger burning in her eyes. He didn’t make her wait.

He shifted closer, the thick head of his cock brushing against her soaked entrance. He rubbed it there slowly once, twice knocking gently against her folds. The light pressure dragged a soft, shaky moan from Anaria’s throat. Her hips lifted, chasing more.

Rylan pushed forward gently

The broad head stretched her open as he sank into her pussy in one long, controlled stroke. Anaria’s mouth fell open on a louder moan. Her legs stayed spread wide for him while he stood at the edge of the bed, buried deep inside her. He started moving slow, steady strokes that dragged against every sensitive place inside her.

Anaria’s hands fisted the furs. The heat under her skin flared hotter with every deep slide of his cock. She moaned with each thrust, the sound rising as he filled her again and again.

"Faster," she breathed, voice rough. "Rylan faster."

He obeyed at once.

Rylan’s hips snapped forward harder. The slow rhythm broke into something stronger, faster. The wet sound of his cock driving into her filled the room. Anaria’s moans grew louder, sharper. Her breasts swayed with every thrust. She could feel herself getting wetter, cream slicking his length as he fucked her deeper.

He went faster still.

The bed shifted under the force of his strokes. Anaria’s moans turned almost continuous, broken only by sharp gasps when he bottomed out inside her. The heat was climbing too high, too fast. Her thighs trembled. She needed more control. She needed to take.

Anaria suddenly pushed at his chest.

Rylan pulled out at once. Before he could speak, she sat up, planted both hands on his shoulders, and shoved him backward onto the furs. He landed on his back. Anaria climbed over him carefully, one hand supporting the curve of her stomach as she straddled his hips. She reached down, wrapped her fingers around his slick cock, and guided him back to her entrance.

She sank down onto him in one firm drop.

A loud, broken moan tore from her throat as he filled her again. Rylan’s answering groan was just as rough. Anaria planted her hands on his bare chest and started riding him hard fast, deep rolls of her hips that forced him to the hilt every time. She was careful of her stomach, keeping her movements controlled even as the heat drove her faster.

Both of them moaned without restraint.

The wet slap of skin on skin grew louder. Anaria’s head tipped back as she rode him, loud moans spilling from her mouth with every downward thrust. Rylan’s hands gripped her hips, helping her keep the pace, his own low sounds rising to meet hers.

She leaned forward, bracing herself, and kissed him deeply. The new angle let him thrust up harder from below. Anaria moaned into his mouth as he fucked deeper and faster into her pussy. She loved every second of it—the stretch, the heat, the way her body clenched around him. Her moans grew louder against his lips as pleasure coiled tight and sharp inside her.

Rylan’s rhythm faltered. She felt him throb hard inside her, right on the edge.

He suddenly gripped her waist and lifted her off him. Anaria made a protesting sound, but he was already moving. He turned her carefully onto her back, mindful of her stomach, and settled between her spread legs again. The moment the head of his cock found her entrance he drove back inside in one deep thrust.

Anaria’s loud moan filled the room.

Rylan fucked her hard—deep, powerful strokes that forced fresh moans from her with every snap of his hips. She clung to his shoulders, legs wrapped around him as best she could, moaning openly as he took her. The heat under her skin finally had nowhere left to go except into the building climax.

He didn’t slow down.

Rylan kept driving into her, one hand braced beside her head, the other holding her hip steady. Anaria’s moans turned higher, more broken. Her body tightened around him. The wet sound of their joining grew louder still as cream slicked his cock with every thrust.

Rylan’s control finally shattered.

He buried himself deep with a rough, low groan and came hard, pulsing inside her. Anaria felt the hot flood of him and moaned through it, her own body fluttering around his cock as the last waves of heat finally broke.

Rylan’s arms gave out. He carefully lowered himself beside her, still breathing hard, and pulled her gently against his chest. Both of them lay there catching their breath, skin damp, hearts racing.

Anaria turned her head and kissed him on the mouth slow and grateful. Then she pressed a softer kiss to his forehead.

Rylan’s arm settled around her, careful of her stomach. They stayed like that, bodies still tangled, the restless fire finally quieted, both of them simply breathing in the aftermath.

Ananria loved every second of it, the stretch, the heat, the way her body clenched around him, she lay still beside Rylan, catching her breath. The heat had finally settled, the restless fire quieted. But she knew she couldn’t stay.

She turned her head and looked at him. Rylan’s eyes were already open, watching her with a soft, tired smile.

"Are you going anywhere," he murmured. "Can’t you spend the night here."

Anaria shook her head slowly. "I can’t."

Rylan’s smile faded slightly. "Why not?"

She reached out and touched his face. "You need to rest. And I..." She hesitated. "I need to go."

Rylan studied her for a long moment. Something flickered in his eyes, but he didn’t argue. He simply nodded "Alright"

Anaria leaned in and kissed him. It was soft at first, almost hesitant. Then Rylan’s hand came up to cup her jaw, and he kissed her back deeper, drawing out the moment. She felt his thumb stroke her cheek, slow and gentle.