Chapter 284 - 283: Fill my womb

Chapter 284: Chapter 283: Fill my womb

"Ahnn... how can you still be so energetic after twelve rounds without stopping?"

Arielle looked down and saw him. He was fully erect, raw and glistening, with a bead of precum clinging to the tip. Even after hours of exertion, Owen didn’t seem tired; if anything, he looked like he was just getting started.

"Hehe, you already know the answer to that. Why even ask?" Owen chuckled, wrapping his arms around her from behind. He leaned in, inspecting the words he had written on her skin. The labels were so lewd that he felt an immediate urge to add more to the collection.

"Ahn... are you sure about this?" Arielle whispered, her voice shaking. "He might hear us. The sounds... they’re too loud. It’s risky."

Despite her words, she couldn’t help the shiver that ran down her spine. She could feel Owen rubbing his hardness against her backside, a sensation that only made her more aroused. Twelve rounds had been an incredible journey, but as she felt him against her, she realized it wasn’t enough. She wanted more. She wanted to continue for as long as her body could possibly handle.

To her, this wasn’t just any man; he was divine. Why would she let such a perfect opportunity pass by when his desire was being presented directly to her?

*’Ahn... I know I won’t be able to wake up early tomorrow,’* she thought, a blissful smile crossing her face. *’This is going to be a very long night.’*

Giving in to the urge, Arielle lowered her body. She leaned her arms forward onto the soft mattress, arching her back and spreading her legs wide to invite him in. The oversized XXXL latex condoms they had been using earlier now dangled uselessly around her thighs, discarded remnants of their previous rounds. As she bent over, she revealed her pink, swollen pussy—a place that had already tasted many rounds of pleasure and was still craving more.

"Ahn... fuck me. Let’s do it raw tonight," she pleaded. She began moving her hips in a slow, circular motion, her eyes locked on his member.

"What a slutty mother," Owen teased, his voice husky. "Are you sure you don’t want to mess things up? He might actually hear your moans at this rate."

Owen didn’t hesitate. He readied himself, rubbing his dick between her plump ass cheeks, teasing the entrance of her heat. Then, with a sudden surge of power: thrust, thrust, thrust.

"Ahn! Yes! Raw... eheh... I love it," Arielle gasped, her head tossing back. "Please... don’t hesitate to fuck me!"

"You really love raw fucking, don’t you?" Owen asked, punctuating the question with a loud spank across her backside. The impact sent a visible wave through her flesh, making her moan even louder.

"Yesh... ahn... I love it! I want to be creampied by my son’s seeds... eheh. Please fuck this cheating mother of yours, Wen!"

In a fit of passion, Arielle used one hand to spread her cheeks even further, showing him exactly how hungry she was. She wanted him deep inside, filling every corner of her.

"Damn, you’re on another level," Owen breathed. "Hold on, let me write something first."

He reached over to the nightstand, grabbed a permanent marker, and began scribbling on her skin.

"Ahn... ahnn... don’t write too much," Arielle whimpered, though she didn’t stop grinding against him. "You know that’s permanent marker... it’s hard to remove."

Deep down, she loved the idea of being marked, but the permanence of the ink was a practical problem. She thought to herself that she would need to buy those special erasable pens so she could enjoy this game more often.

"Well, I’ll help you clean it in the bathroom later," Owen whispered. He drew a small heart with a pussy symbol at the center, adding a little drip of cum to the drawing. Underneath, he wrote: *Heart = Pussy.*

"W-what did you write?" Arielle asked, trying to peek, though she couldn’t see his handiwork from her position. "You better not be playing a trick on me..."

"Heh, it’s a secret. You’ll have to go to the bathroom to see the mystery," Owen replied. He tossed the pen aside and returned his focus to her thighs, rubbing himself against her inner skin before driving back in.

Thrust... thrust... thrust.

"Ahn... why are you keeping it a secret? This is unfair!" Arielle cried out, squeezing her muscles around him to increase the friction.

"It’s not unfair, mom. Don’t worry, you’ll love it. By the way, do you have plans for tomorrow?" Owen interrupted her rhythm with a deep, powerful thrust that stole her breath.

"Ahn... no... nothing important," she gasped, her hand reaching down to stroke him where he entered her, adding a layer of pleasure to the act.

"Haha, are you sure? Don’t you think it’s too cold for you to treat your husband like he’s nothing?"

Arielle didn’t care. The world outside this room ceased to exist. Her husband, her responsibilities—none of it mattered compared to the feeling of Owen inside her.

"Why would I?" she breathed. "He can take care of himself. Why would I waste time with him when I could be sucking your dick?"

She had made her choice. Owen had planted his seeds in her womb, and that was the only thing that mattered.

"Such a woman," Owen laughed. "Well, I doubt you’ll make him happy. Maybe you should give him some time... give him some false hope."

Owen suddenly pulled out, leaving her feeling empty and longing.

"W—what are you doing?" she asked, breathless.

"Let’s stop for a second," Owen grinned. "You know, I actually want to fuck you more... especially when he’s around. But I guess you don’t want that?"

"No, I want it! Please don’t say that... fuck me... raw. Fill my womb... ahn... fuck me hard!" Arielle begged, her voice trembling with a mixture of desperation and desire. She knew Owen was playing his cards well. He knew exactly how much power he held over her in this moment, and he was savoring every second of her pleading.