Chapter 343: What a Useless Ex Couldn’t Do

Rechelle stayed fully seated on him, unable to move at first.

The stretch held her in place. Lucas’s thick cock was buried to the base inside her, filling every tight inch of her pussy until the feeling sat somewhere between pain and pure relief. Her thighs trembled around his hips. Her hands braced against his chest. For a few seconds she could only breathe through it, eyes half-closed, body adjusting to how deep he was. Every small shift made her feel him more clearly ~ the thick heat, the way her walls clenched around him without her meaning to.

Then she leaned forward.

Her full breasts swung close to his face, soft and heavy, nipples already tight. Lucas lifted his head and took one into his mouth without hesitation, sucking the hard peak while his hands locked on her ass and kept her seated on his cock. Rechelle’s eyes stayed shut. A broken sound left her throat as he sucked harder and the pressure inside her pulsed with every small shift of his hips.

Lucas began to move.

Slow first. A controlled upward thrust that pushed even deeper into her. Then another. Wet heat gripped him on every stroke. The sound was soft and filthy ~ skin, slickness, the quiet wet drag of his cock moving inside her.

"Ahh..."

Rechelle’s fingers slid into his hair and pulled. She pressed her chest tighter against his mouth and started moving with him, lifting her ass and sinking back down, taking him fully each time.

"Yes... Lucas... yesss..."

The shame burned off fast.

She rode him harder, bouncing on his cock with short, greedy movements, her wet pussy sliding up and down his shaft in a steady rhythm. Every drop of her weight forced him deep. Her ass slapped softly against his hips. Her breasts dragged across his face as she moved, and Lucas chased them with his mouth, sucking one nipple, then the other, tongue hot and insistent. The more she moved, the wetter she became, until each bounce left a slick sound between them.

It had been too long for her.

Work. Stress. A useless ex who never made her body feel like this. Now she was taking every thick inch like she had been starving for it.

Lucas sat up under her, still buried inside her, and wrapped an arm around her waist. The new angle made her cry out. She locked her legs behind his back and kept riding him, grinding down harder, using his shoulders for balance while he sucked her breasts and thrust up into her from below.

"Fuck... you’re so tight," he muttered against her skin.

"Don’t stop," she gasped, bouncing faster now. "Don’t you dare stop~"

Wet sounds filled the room. Her moans broke higher each time she sank down and took him to the hilt. Lucas groaned into her chest, mouth full of her, hands gripping her ass as he helped her fuck herself on his cock.

Rechelle’s head tipped back.

"Ahhh~yes~Lucas~ahh~"

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Rechelle’s pace began to break.

Her thighs burned. Her breathing turned short and uneven. The hard bounce she had been using on his cock slowed into smaller, heavier movements as exhaustion caught up with her. She still took him deep every time she sank down, but the control was slipping from her body. Sweat clung to her skin. Her arms shook where she held onto him.

Lucas felt it immediately.

His hands locked around her waist, firm and sure, and he rose from the bed with her still impaled on his cock. Rechelle gasped in surprise, arms flying around his neck as her weight left the mattress. The sudden change in angle drove him even deeper. Her wet walls clenched hard around him.

"Lucas~wait~"

He didn’t wait.

Standing fully, he held her up with both hands under her ass and started thrusting into her with short, powerful strokes. The sound changed at once ~ wet, heavy, unmistakable.

Plap. Plap. Plap. Plap.

Each thrust punched a broken cry out of her.

"Ahh~ahh~fuck~Lucas~"

She clung to him with both arms, face buried against his shoulder, legs locked tight around his waist as he fucked her in the air. His cock slammed up into her again and again, thick and relentless, stretching her open on every upward drive. The wet slap of their bodies filled the room. Her juices ran down his shaft and over his balls with every hard stroke.

"You’re taking it so well," he muttered against her ear, voice rough. "Listen to how wet you are."

"Ahhh~don’t stop~please don’t stop~"

He thrust harder.

Rechelle’s whole body jerked in his arms. A sudden, sharp pressure built low in her stomach, then broke. She cried out as she started squirting around his cock, hot fluid pulsing out of her in messy spurts each time he drove in.

"Ahhh~Lucassss~"

He didn’t slow down to let her finish cleanly. He kept slamming into her through it, fucking her while she squirted, and every time he pulled almost out and drove back in, another wave forced its way from her. Her voice went high and broken.

"Ahh~ahh~ahh~fuck~yes~yes~"

Her arms tightened around his neck until her nails dug into his skin. Her ass trembled in his hands. Her whole body shook against him as the orgasm ripped through her in messy, wet bursts. Lucas groaned at the feel of her clenching and soaking him, still pounding up into her with hard, steady strokes.

"That’s it," he said, breath harsh. "Keep squirting on my cock."

"I can’t~ahh~Lucas~I’m still~"

He gave her several more deep thrusts, then pulled out suddenly.

The second his cock left her, Rechelle’s legs gave out. He lowered her just enough that her knees hit the floor, and the rest of the orgasm tore free without anything inside her to hold it back. She cried out as the remaining squirt spilled from her in hard, uncontrolled pulses, running down her thighs onto the floor while her body kept shaking.

"Ahhhh~yesss~yesss~"

She stayed there on her knees, breath destroyed, arms still half-reaching for him, pussy still twitching and dripping from how hard he had fucked her.