Chapter 342: Ahhhh~Fuck~

Rechelle suddenly pulled back just enough to look at him, eyes dark, lips swollen from kissing.

Her hand slowed on his cock but didn’t stop. His fingers stayed buried inside her, still moving.

For a second she only stared ~ at his bare chest, at the hard line of his cock under the boxers, at the way his eyes stayed on her like he was giving her full permission to keep going. Then she moved.

She slid lower on the bed, palms dragging down his stomach, feeling the muscle tighten under her touch. When she reached his waistband she hooked her fingers under the fabric and pulled. The boxers caught for a moment over the thick head of his cock, then came free. His dick sprang up heavy and flushed, already wet at the tip, the shaft thick enough that her fingers did not fully close around it when she wrapped her hand around the base.

Lucas sat forward toward the edge of the bed as she settled between his knees.

Rechelle leaned in and took the head into her mouth first. Just the tip. Warm. Soft suction. Her tongue circled slowly, wetting him, tasting the clean salt of precum already beading there. She took him deeper by degrees, letting spit coat the shaft until it shone under the low light. When she pulled back, a thin string of saliva stretched from her bottom lip to the head of his cock before it broke.

She looked up at him while she did it.

Lucas’s jaw was tight. One hand rested near her head, not pushing, only present.

"Keep going," he said quietly.

She did.

After wetting him thoroughly, she brought her breasts forward. Full. Soft. Heavy enough that when she pressed them together around his cock, the thick shaft disappeared into the warm valley between them. The pressure was immediate. Plush. Tight. Every upward stroke dragged him through pure softness slicked by her spit.

Lucas exhaled hard through his nose.

"Fuck... just like that."

Rechelle pressed her breasts tighter around his cock and started moving.

Slow. Deliberate. Full strokes from base to tip, soft heavy flesh squeezing him on every pass. The wet sound was filthy in the quiet room~ slick skin, spit, the soft smack of her tits working his shaft. Each time she leaned closer, her hard nipples dragged across his stomach. She never looked away from his face. She watched every shift in his expression, every tight breath, every small twitch of his cock between her breasts whenever she squeezed harder and forced him deeper into the warm valley of her cleavage.

Then she lowered her head.

While her tits still hugged the lower half of his shaft, she opened her mouth over the swollen tip and took it in. Warm. Wet. Immediate. Her tongue pressed flat under the head as she sucked, cheeks hollowing slightly, while her breasts kept stroking the rest of him in the same slow rhythm. The combination was filthy and precise~ soft titflesh pumping the shaft from below, her mouth locked around the sensitive crown above.

She took only the tip at first, sucking gently, tasting him. Then a little more. Then more again, still moving her breasts around him, spit running down from her lips into her cleavage and making every stroke wetter.

Lucas’s fingers slid into her hair, gripping without forcing.

"Rechelle... shit."

She moaned around him, the vibration running straight down his cock, and kept going. Spit dripped from the corner of her mouth into her cleavage, making everything wetter. The head of his cock popped in and out of her lips with soft, wet sounds while her breasts continued to stroke the rest of him. She could feel him getting harder, thicker, the vein along the underside pulsing against her tongue whenever she took him deeper.

After a while she pulled off with a soft gasp, lips shiny, chin wet.

"You taste good," she whispered, almost like she was surprised by her own honesty.

Lucas looked down at her with dark eyes.

"You’re dangerous like this."

Rechelle smiled, small and flushed, then leaned back in and sucked the tip again while her hands pressed her breasts tighter around the shaft. She stroked him that way until his breathing turned rough and his hips started making small, involuntary thrusts up into the soft heat she was giving him.

Only then did she stop.

She rose slowly, wiping the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand, and climbed back over him. Her nightgown was already open. Her shorts and thin panties came down next, dragged over her hips and off one leg, then the other. When she straddled him again there was nothing left between them.

Lucas’s hands went straight to her ass, gripping both cheeks hard enough to spread her slightly as she hovered above him.

Rechelle reached down between their bodies and wrapped her fingers around his cock, still wet from her mouth. She stroked him once, twice, then guided the thick head between her legs. The moment it touched her, both of them felt how soaked she was. Hot. Slippery. Ready.

She rubbed him against her entrance first, slow, letting the head drag through her wet folds, coating him in her arousal. Every pass made her breath hitch. Every pass made his fingers dig deeper into her ass.

"Rechelle," Lucas said, voice low. "If you put it in, I’m not going to be able to stay gentle for long."

She looked at him, cheeks flushed, lips still swollen from sucking him.

"I don’t want gentle."

She sank down.

The head pushed into her first ~ thick enough that her mouth opened on a sharp breath as her pussy stretched around it. She paused there, thighs trembling, feeling herself open for him inch by inch. Then she took more. Slow. Forced by her own need. The shaft slid deeper, filling her, dragging against tight wet walls until she was seated halfway and already shaking.

"Ahhh~"

The sound broke out of her raw and high as she dropped the rest of the way down, taking him to the base in one final sink of her hips. His cock buried itself completely inside her. Thick. Deep. Stretching her open until her thighs locked and her hands braced hard against his chest.

She stayed there for a second, full to the limit, breath stuttering, the stretch so intense it bordered on overwhelming.

Lucas groaned under her, both hands locked on her ass, holding her down on him while her pussy clenched and fluttered around every inch.

Rechelle’s head tipped back.

"Ahhhh~fuck~"