Chapter 1266: Remarking Melissa 2 (r-18)

Phei did not put Melissa down until the bed took both of them.

She stayed wrapped around Phei the whole way, her mouth open under his, wet skin sliding against wet skin. When her back met the sheets, she kept him with her; her arms rounded his neck and her thighs were already opening, the full weight of her breasts and the warm swell of her womb pressed up into him as if she refused to let even air come between them.

Phei braced over Melissa and kissed her again before he did anything else; softly!

His mouth moved on hers until her breath went uneven, until her fingers found the back of his hair and held.

Only then did he let the heavy length of his dick settle between her thighs.

The flushed head of Phei alone was enough to part Melissa.

She felt it at once — how wide he was, how hot, how the swollen crown of his cock pressed against the slick mouth of her pussy and asked her body to open. Her outer lips, already wet from his mouth and from the bath, spread around that blunt heat.

The first push made the tight ring of her pussy stretch thin and pale around him.

She felt every ridge of the head of his cock as it forced her open, the thick flare catching for a heartbeat before Melissa yielded and took him inside.

She clung her pussy so tight around his cock.

He kissed her as pleasure over took him.

His palm covered her womb as his hips rolled forward, feeding Melissa the first thick stretch in a slow, careful flex of his waist rolling his cock inn her pussy. The tight mouth of her pussy closed around Phei immediately, slick and trembling, forced open around a girth that made her nails bite his shoulders.

She could feel how little of his cock she had taken — only the head of him and the first heavy inch — and already her inner walls were fluttering around Phei, gripping, trying to adjust to the size of him.

A sound left her, soft and broken.

He caught it with his mouth and stayed there, giving Melissa another inch of his cock only when her thighs loosened around his waist.

Was it her imagination or had he grown bigger... granted his cock could take any size but the base size felt more sheer big and very hard very hard than it usually was.

"Easy," he whispered against her lips. "I’ve got you."

"I know." Her forehead stayed against his. "Keep going. Fuck me my love!"

He did but not all at once.

His hips worked in small, loving surges — forward, hold, kiss, deeper. Each time Melissa accepted more of his cock, Phei rewarded her with his mouth: the corner of hers, the wet line of her throat, the upper curve of her breast.

She took him with shaking breaths, her inner walls fluttering around the thick shaft of his cock as if they could not decide whether to resist or pull him farther in.

There was still a shocking amount of Phei left outside her. Melissa felt that every time she breathed.

Every time his hips flexed, another heavy inch of his cock asked her pussy to open. The shaft of him was ridged and dark with blood, shining with her wetness, disappearing into the stretched pink of her one slow push at a time.

She clung to him on every small withdrawal, the inner lips of her pussy dragged outward around his girth before he fed her more.

When she had taken as much of Phei’s cock as she could, he stopped but he did not pull back.

He just stayed there buried in her pussy and kissing her stomach while both of them learned how to breathe around the size of him.

Melissa’s pussy gripped him in tight, helpless pulses — a living, wet squeeze along every inch of his cock she had managed to take. Her hands moved over his back, his shoulders, the nape of his neck, as if touching Phei made the stretch easier to bear.

Then he began to make love to her.

His hips rolled rather than snapped.

A long withdrawal made Melissa clench around the thick head of his cock, the stretched mouth of her pussy clinging to the flared crown as if she did not want to let Phei go, then a deeper return filled her in one smooth, devoted flex.

She moaned into his throat and lifted to meet him.

She was soaked around his cock, and still the fit stayed tight, her pussy clinging to every ridge of him as he gave Melissa the same slow pleasureful non-stop strokes again. And again. And again.

He kissed her while he moved: her mouth when she could take it, her breast when her head fell back — the full, heavy flesh of her shifting with each slow drive, the tight nipple of her dragging against his chest — and her womb whenever his hand left it long enough for his lips to replace it.

Each stroke showed Melissa how much of Phei’s cock she was taking.

The thick shaft came away shining, coated in her, the veins standing out along the wet length of him before it disappeared into her pussy again. The mouth of her cave stayed stretched wide around him, the soft inner flesh of Melissa clinging, fluttering, wet enough that the quiet room filled with the sound of it — soft, filthy, intimate.

"You’re so warm," he murmured against her skin.

Melissa’s laugh broke into a moan. "You’re toooo much."

"I know." He kissed the words into her. "Take what you can. I’ll stay right here."

Her thighs tightened around his waist and her hips rolled up into Phei matching that slow, deep rhythm, taking his cock as far as her body would allow and holding him there for a heartbeat before he drew back.

Her breasts shifted with every flex of his hips.

Down where they were joined, Melissa’s pussy kept working him in helpless little pulses, the tight heat of her swallowing Phei’s cock and releasing him in the same devoted tempo he set.

He never left her womb for long. Even when he lowered his mouth to her nipple and sucked, his hand stayed spread over their child. Even when he kissed Melissa like he meant to ruin her slowly, his thumb kept stroking that taut, living skin.

Her sounds grew wetter, needier and affectionate in a way that made his chest hurt.

She kept taking his cock. Kept lifting for him. Kept kissing Phei as if the size of him was something she wanted to thank him for.

"Phei."

"I’m here."

"Don’t go faster."

"I won’t."

He proved it with the next stroke, even slower than the last, his hips rolling in a deep, loving grind that dragged the thick head of his cock through Melissa until her breath shattered.

She felt every inch of that grind — the flared crown of him stroking her front wall, the heavy shaft of him stretching her pussy open, the wet cling of her along his length as he buried himself again.

Melissa’s fingers slid into his hair.

Her other hand found the place where they were joined and felt it — how tightly her pussy held Phei, how stretched she was around his cock, how much of him her body still could not take. Her fingers brushed the slick, swollen mouth of her own pussy, felt it gripping the thick shaft of him, felt the heat of Phei disappearing into her.

The contrast dragged another moan out of her.

She left her fingers there for a moment, feeling his cock move, then brought that same hand to his face and pulled him down.

They stayed mouth to mouth while he fucked her. Deep. Tender. Unhurried. Stroke after stroke after stroke, each one a flex of his hips and a kiss somewhere on Melissa. She came apart on one of those slow drives, clinging, shaking, her pussy tightening around Phei’s cock in helpless waves — a hard, fluttering clamp along the thick length of him buried inside her — while he kissed her through it and kept moving, never turning the tenderness into anything harsher. ℯℯ𝑙.

Wetness spilled around his cock.

Her thighs trembled against his waist. Her breasts lifted with each broken breath.

When she could look at him again, her eyes were wet and bright. She held his face.

"Mark me," she whispered, keeping his face between her hands while her bright, wet eyes refused to leave his. "Before you stop being this gentle. Mark me, Phei... and then ravage me."

For once, the second half barely reached him.

Phei’s movement slowed until he became completely still above Melissa. The thick length of his cock remained buried deep inside her pussy, pulsing against the tight, wet pussy, every ridge of him felt as her walls clung to him.

Melissa felt the change immediately.

The warmth remained in his eyes, along with the hunger she knew far too well, yet something much softer had moved beneath both. His gaze lowered along her body, past the hand still resting protectively over the gentle swell where their child grew, over the full, flushed weight of her breasts and the tight peaks of her nipples, until it reached the place where another symbol of their love had once remained.

Empty skin greeted him.

That still felt wrong.

Melissa had been the first woman to accept his Mark. Before the others, before the strange evolutions he had once believed he understood, she had willingly allowed his symbol to remain upon her as proof of something neither of them had needed the System to explain.

She had chosen him.

And Phei had chosen her.

Phei looked back into her eyes.

"You’re sure?"