Chapter 286 - 284: I can’t control my mouth

Chapter 286: Chapter 284: I can’t control my mouth

Arielle moved her hips with a wild, frantic energy, grinding her backside back and forth in a rhythmic motion that sent waves of intense pleasure crashing through her entire body. Every movement felt amplified, the friction building a fire within her that demanded more.

"Thrust! Thrust! Thrust!"

The sound of their bodies colliding filled the room, a raw and primal beat. Owen’s voice cut through the haze of pleasure, his tone teasing and slightly malicious. "Do you really want to devastate your father, mom? Heh, I am sure he is wondering right now what happened to his wife." Owen shoved himself inside her again, the force of the impact splitting her open and driving him deep into her core.

Arielle let out a shaky breath, her mind clouded by the sheer intensity of the sensation. She didn’t care about the words he was spewing or the danger of the situation. All she cared about was the feeling of him filling her up. "Ahn... ahn... he won’t care. He will accept that I am not his wife anymore. I am completely addicted to your dick... ahn..." She rejected any lingering thought of her husband, dismissing the memory of him as she succumbed to the addiction of Owen’s touch.

The pleasure was overwhelming, drowning out her logic. In this moment, she didn’t want to be a wife or a mother; she only wanted to be the object of Owen’s desire. She wondered how he could even bring up her husband when the connection between them was this electric, this undeniable.

"You sure about that?" Owen whispered, his voice low and dangerous. "Maybe he is outside right now. Eavesdropping on us... hehe, that would be truly scandalous." To emphasize his point, Owen transitioned from a hard thrust to a slow, agonizingly light slide, teasing her nerves. As he did, Arielle felt herself being manipulated; she slowly lifted both of her thighs, her body instinctively following his lead.

Owen was calculating. He wanted to try a new position, and the doggy style they had been hovering around was screaming for a more dramatic transition. He wanted her completely exposed, vulnerable to his every move.

"Ahn... ahn. He wouldn’t dare. He won’t do that... ahn ah... what are you doing... ahnmmah!" Arielle gasped, her voice trailing off as she was forced to use her hands for support, pressing her palms firmly into the mattress to keep from collapsing under the weight of the pleasure.

"Are you sure about that?" Owen asked again, his voice dripping with amusement.

"Yes... ahn... ahn. He won’t do that... but even if he does, I don’t care! Ahnn... ah." In her delirium, Arielle gave in completely. She allowed Owen to do whatever he pleased with her body, not even realizing the strange, precarious position she had been maneuvered into.

"Heh, good to hear. You better make a good, slutty face in front of him if he actually walks in," Owen muttered. He took full control, shifting her body into a wheelbarrow position. He gripped her legs, lifting her backside high into the air, allowing him to shove his member deeper than ever before.

Arielle’s world shrunk down to the point of impact. Her hands were the only thing keeping her face from being buried in the mattress, her arms shaking from the effort of holding herself up while Owen relentlessly hammered away.

"Thrust! Thrust! Thrust!"

"Ngnn! Ahn! Ahn... ngn... ahnn! Stop that... ahn! I can’t control my pussy!" Arielle cried out. The position was overwhelming; she felt completely helpless, her legs floating in the air without her own volition, leaving her entirely at the mercy of Owen’s rhythm.

"This is called the wheelbarrow, mom. Don’t be scared—just accept it! Hup! Hup!" Owen didn’t give her a single second to recover or catch her breath. He kept the pace frantic, the impact echoing.

"Thrust! Thrust! Thrust!"

"Ngnn! Ahn... ahnn... I can’t stop... ahnn this is such a strange position... ahn," she moaned, her body momentarily adapting to the angle, slowly digesting the force of the hard thrusts that seemed to reach her very soul.

’Ahn... ahn... my womb... this is so good... ahn... I can’t think straight... ahn. Ah...’ Arielle’s moans grew louder, filling the room with a desperate, needy sound. Suddenly, Owen reached forward and covered her mouth with his hand, stifling her screams.

"Shh... don’t moan too loud, mom. You’re being far too slutty making those kinds of sounds... what if he comes back?" Owen wanted to push the boundary further; he wanted to marinate her interior with his seed.

"Ahn... ahm. I can’t stop myself. I didn’t realize my moans were that loud... ahn," she whispered against his palm.

"Heh? You sure about that? Guess you really are another level of cheating wife," he chuckled, delivering one final, powerful surge. He didn’t hesitate, emptying himself deep inside her.

"Spurttt... spurtt... spurttt!"

"Ngn! I am cumming! Ahn... ahn... ah!" Arielle’s voice finally broke free, echoing through the room as her own orgasm ripped through her.

"Squirt! Squirt! Squirt!"

"Ngn... ahn... I cummed again... ahn. Why are you so good at this... ah... ab..." Owen slowly lowered her body, feeling the rhythmic contractions of her walls as they gripped him one last time.

"Heh, sorry about that. I couldn’t stop myself," he said with a smirk.

"Ngn... ahn. Let me rest for a bit," she panted, her breathing labored and heavy after the intense release.

"Are you tired now? The battle has only just begun, mom. We still have a long way to go." Without warning, Owen scooped her up in a princess carry, her head resting against his shoulder.

"Ahn... you don’t mean to do this in the bath, right? I still need to catch my breath... let me rest for a minute," Arielle begged, but her pleas were futile. He carried her straight into the bathroom.

"We will have another session, mom. Also, I have some plans tomorrow early in the morning, so we need to play the game tomorrow night." Owen placed her gently against his chest as the warm water began to pour into the bath tub.

"We have to clean our bodies first. I am full of your cum, you know," she whispered.

"Heh, we will clean that here. That is what this tub is made for, anyway." Owen lay back in the water, his hands wandering to her breasts, playing with her nipples.

"Ahb... ahn... you really love my tits," she sighed.

"I do love them, heh. I can’t seem to forget how big they are, mom." Owen looked down and noticed a small amount of milk leaking.

"Ngn... ahn... you are going to drain me. You won’t leave any milk for your future child. You’ll suck it all away," she teased, allowing him to continue playing with her.

"I won’t do that... hehe, maybe I will. I am your child, after all. Your baby." Owen gently turned her body, leaning in to suckle her nipples.

"Ahh... life is good if I can suck your milk, mom."

"You are greedy... how can you empty my milk every single time?"

"I can’t control my mouth, mom. Don’t you think it’s a shame not to suck your milk when it’s presented to me?"