Novel Full Chapter 890: Weeks of Waiting (r-18)
Chapter 890: Weeks of Waiting (r-18)
Every lazy grind pulled the thick ridge of his crown along her frontal pussy wall in a heavy, dragging sweep—stretching her slick inner folds outward on the backstroke, then pressing them inward again as he rolled forward.
The hunger burned in them both now—weeks of stolen glances, whispered promises, and frustrated nights exploding into this frantic need.
He picked up speed, the circles turning faster, more insistent, plunging deeper with each rotation, the penetration power surging as he drove in with controlled force, her pussy yielding inch by desperate inch but never quite enough to swallow him whole.
His shaft flexed deliberately mid-motion—thickening for a heartbeat inside her tight channel—making her walls flutter and stretch around the sudden swell before he eased off, only to repeat it on the next slow circle.
The veined length dragged against every sensitive ridge and ripple inside her; she could feel the subtle bumps and ridges of him sliding through her wetness, the way her pussy lips clung to his base on every withdrawal, glistening and puffy, trying to keep him from leaving even an inch.
Sarah’s breath hitched into soft, broken whimpers each time he flexed, but they quickly escalated into cries—sharp, needy, echoing the pent-up hunger she’d harbored for weeks.
"More... Peter, deeper... please, I’ve waited so long..."
Her voice cracked, raw with desperation, her body arching to meet his every roll, hips thrusting up greedily to chase the penetration, forcing him a fraction deeper despite the burning stretch.
Her clit throbbed against the firm press of his pubic bone on every forward roll—wet, swollen, sliding along the coarse hair at his root.
Fresh slick poured out around his girth with each accelerating circle—warm, slippery trails that coated his heavy balls and dripped down the cleft of her ass, soaking the sheets into a dark, sticky patch beneath her.
The wetness was obscene, graphic—her pussy squelching audibly with every powerful grind, clear arousal squirting in short, hot bursts whenever he flexed and drove in harder, splattering against his thighs and her inner legs, but it only fueled her cries for more.
He shifted his weight slightly—lifting her hips higher with the hand at the small of her back—so the next deep roll angled him even more directly against that spongy front spot.
The pressure was exquisite: slow-building at first but ramping up with speed, relentless, making her inner walls spasm and clench around his thickness like a living fist.
She moved with him now—hips bucking wildly to meet each thrust of the circle, her pussy taking him deeper with every powerful penetration, the flared head slamming against her innermost barriers with a wet, thudding impact that sent shockwaves of aching bliss through her core.
She could feel the exact moment the flared head nudged deeper—pressing against the sensitive ring of her cervix—sending a dark, delicious ache radiating through her lower belly that blurred the line between stretch and bliss.
The graphic sight of it all—her pussy stretched taut around his invading girth, inner lips bulging outward with each backstroke, slick strings connecting them as he pulled partially free only to plunge back in with increasing speed and power—made her moan louder, hungrier.
"Yes... fuck, harder... I’ve needed this for weeks... give me more!"
Peter lowered his mouth to her breast again—lips closing around one stiff nipple, sucking in slow, deep pulls that matched the rhythm of his hips, even as the pace quickened.
His tongue circled the peak lazily—wet, warm spirals—while his free hand roamed lower, fingers tracing the slick crease where her outer lips stretched taut around his shaft.
He parted those puffy folds with two fingers—spreading her wider—exposing the glistening pink ring of her entrance gripping his thick base.
Every slow withdrawal let her see it: her inner lips clinging desperately to his veined length, dragging outward in glossy, slippery petals before folding back in as he rolled forward again, the penetration deeper, faster, more forceful now, her pussy squelching and squirting with each impact.
"Look down, baby," he murmured against her nipple, voice rough with hunger, his own weeks of restraint shattering in the way he drove into her.
"Look at how your pretty little pussy takes me."
She obeyed—eyes dropping, glassy and wide. The sight stole her breath: his cock—thick, flushed dark, veins standing out like cords—slowly disappearing into her stretched opening on each deep roll, her slick coating every inch in a shining sheen, squirting out in forceful sprays as he flexed and plunged with raw power.
Her outer lips were swollen and dark pink, framing the obscene stretch; clear arousal leaked steadily from where they gripped him, dripping down his shaft in slow, viscous strings that connected them even when he pulled back the tiniest fraction, only for her to thrust up and meet him, begging for the depth.
"Fuck... Peter... it’s so... big..." she whispered, voice trembling with awe and fresh need, but her cries grew louder, more insistent—"Deeper! More! I’ve waited too long... fuck me harder!"
—her hips rolling up to meet the next circle—greedy, helpless—making the thick base grind harder against her clit.
The friction sent bright sparks shooting up her spine; her pussy walls fluttered wildly around him, milking the veined length as if trying to pull him deeper still, squirting again in hot, messy bursts that soaked them both.
He groaned—low, feral—mouth moving to her other breast, teeth grazing the nipple just enough to make her gasp. His fingers stayed between them—thumb returning to her clit in slow, firm circles that matched the deep rolls of his hips, but speeding up now to match the building frenzy.
The combined sensation—mouth on her breast, thumb on her clit, cock flexing and grinding inside her—pushed her higher with torturous patience, but the hunger won out, the speed ramping until the circles were powerful, pounding rotations that drove him deep into her pussy with unyielding force.
"You’re dripping all over me," he rasped, lifting his head to watch her face. "So wet, so open... look how your cunt grips me every time I flex." He thickened inside her again—slow, deliberate—making her cry out as her walls stretched wider around the sudden swell.
More slick gushed out—hot, slippery—coating his balls and running in warm rivulets down her ass, squirting harder with each powerful grind.
Her moans turned continuous—soft, pleading, turning into breathless sobs as the slow-building wave crested again, but this time with explosive speed from the pent-up weeks.
This time it was deeper, slower, more devastating: her pussy clamping down in long, powerful pulses around his thickness—milking every veined inch—fresh floods of release soaking his shaft, his balls, the sheets, squirting in forceful arcs that splattered against his abdomen as she cried out for more.
"Don’t stop... more... I need you deeper!"
Her clit throbbed under his thumb; her walls rippled and fluttered, hugging him so tightly he had to grit his teeth to keep the rhythm steady, but she thrust up to meet him, moaning, "Harder... please... after all this time..."
He rode her through it—slow circles never stopping—murmuring praise against her skin. "That’s my girl... coming so hard around my cock... feel how deep you let me go..."
"So perfect. So fucking mine."
When the tremors finally eased she was limp, gasping, thighs quaking around his waist—but her hips still rolled in tiny, greedy circles, chasing the lingering aftershocks, already aching for the next deep, flexing grind, her voice a broken whisper, "More... Peter, I’ve waited weeks... give me everything."
He kissed her tear-streaked cheeks—then her mouth—slow, filthy, letting her taste the salt of her own surrender.
"We’ve got all night," he whispered. "Tell me when you want me to keep going... or when you want to watch me stretch you even more."
She whimpered—soft, needy—already clenching around him again, slick and ready, crying out softly, "Now... more... deeper..."