Chapter 694: The Mysterious Woman Wants To Break Me With Pleasure

Her massive breasts were squished tightly against my chest, the soft flesh molding to me with every breath she took. My hard cock was trapped under the warm weight of her soft belly, and her thick thighs rested heavily over mine. She was finally letting her full lust free.

She kept kissing and biting along my neck and across my cheeks, almost like she was preparing me for something bigger. Every soft press of her lips and every sharp little bite made the heat between us climb higher.

I tried to shift and take back some control, but she immediately pinned both of my arms down against the bed on either side of me. She held me there firmly, looking down at me with dark, intense eyes and a small, knowing smile, as if she was completely above me in every way.

"Let me show you what a real woman feels like," she said, her lips so close to mine that I could feel every word.

Then she started moving her hips, grinding her soft, juicy body against my cock that was trapped between us. The thick shaft rubbed along the wet heat of her pussy lips and the soft skin of her belly with every slow roll of her hips.

"Ahhh... fuck," I groaned as the sensation hit me hard. The way she held me down while she moved that thick, sinful body against me made the pleasure even stronger.

She shifted and adjusted, deliberately dragging herself along my length to feed the feeling, then leaned down and bit one of my nipples roughly, sucking and nipping at it while she continued to grind.

This woman wanted nothing more in that moment than to overwhelm me with pleasure, and she was doing it with complete, shameless confidence.

She kept my arms pinned firmly beneath the heavy weight of her body as she kissed me with raw hunger, licking across my lips and the line of my jaw, then dragging her mouth down to my chest. She attacked my nipples without mercy, biting, sucking, and tugging at them over and over until they were swollen, red, and throbbing.

Every sharp little nip sent sparks of mixed pain and pleasure straight through me while she continued to grind her soft, wet heat against my trapped cock.

"I must say... you have so much stamina," she murmured against my skin, clearly impressed by how hard and steady I still was. "I don’t think any young guy could hold himself back this long with the way I’m grinding on him."

I looked straight up into her heavy-lidded eyes and decided to tease her.

"Don’t you have a husband to satisfy your needs?"

A small, knowing smile curved her full lips.

"Don’t act like you don’t already know why these young guys travel all the way to that island hoping for something."

She was right. I already had a clear idea of what drew them there.

"I’m sure he can’t handle a shameless woman like you," I said, watching her face carefully for any reaction.

The woman didn’t get angry at all. She didn’t even flinch. She already knew exactly what she was, a shameless, lust-driven slut, and she wore that truth without a single shred of guilt or shame.

"You’re so cute," she said softly, looking down at me with dark amusement, as if I were nothing more than a plaything, a convenient living toy she could use however she wanted for her own sexual needs.

That final comment was enough. I had grown tired of giving her full control. A slow, sharp smile spread across my face as I stared up at her.

Her enormous breast was hanging heavily right above my mouth, the thick pink nipple stiff and close. I strained upward just enough, caught the sensitive bud between my lips, and bit the hell out of it.

"Ahhhh—! Ahhhhh... oh god!" the woman cried out, her voice breaking and rising from the sudden violent mix of sharp pain and deep, unwanted pleasure.

Her whole body jolted hard against me, her heavy breast trembling in my mouth, and I loved every single second of it, the way her face twisted, the way her thighs tightened around my hips, the way this powerful, mature woman finally reacted so strongly and so honestly for me.

Then I finally released her nipple. It was swollen, red, and glistening from my mouth.

She immediately brought her hand up and gently checked the aftermath, her fingers brushing over the tender, bitten flesh.

"You bit it so roughly..." she said, examining her own nipple with a mix of surprise and lingering heat.

In that brief moment of distraction she left one of my arms free. I took the opportunity without hesitation. With a rough, decisive movement I flipped her over, forcing her onto her back while I climbed on top of her, pinning her down into the mattress.

She tried to twist and regain the upper position, but I held both of her arms pinned wide against the bed, my body heavy over hers. I looked down at her with a dark, satisfied smile. She stared up into my eyes and immediately understood, the control had shifted.

She had lost it.

"Don’t play with me, boy. Let me get on top," the woman said, trying to break free of my grip, her thick body shifting restlessly beneath me.

"Why? Don’t you love boys who can take control?" I asked, my voice low and calm. I leaned down and took her swollen, reddened nipple back into my mouth, this time licking and sucking it gently to soothe the lingering pain I had caused.

She tried to lift her face upward, chasing my mouth, clearly aiming to catch my lower lip between her teeth. I pulled away at the very last second. I already knew that if I let her get my soft lip inside her mouth she would have bitten down hard on it.

The way she was looking at me now told me everything. She had clearly underestimated me, and from the flicker in her eyes I could see she would be more careful the next time she tried to dominate.

But right now I was the one in control, and I was going to show this mature, lustful woman exactly who I was.