Chapter 1444: Ten Inches Of A Slow Answer 2 (r-18)

Beneath her palms he was warm marble and living sun, the faint angelic lines beneath his skin humming against her fingers while his cock stayed buried in her, thick and unmoving, and split her open. Her small wet pussy fluttered around the ten inches while every time she traced his body while he was so deep in her, her juice ran in rivers even more coating the thick base where her stretched lips gripped him.

Phei suddenly drew back only two inches, no more, and her walls dragged along his shaft as he went, clinging and reluctant, her entrance tugged at his shaft in a wet pull while her juice coated the thick inches as they slid free before he pushed those same two inches home again.

Melissa moaned, low and shaky, her fingers pressed harder into his chest.

Then three. Then two again. Short lazy withdrawals never far enough to let her feel empty, always deep enough to remind her exactly how full she was.

His ass and back flexed with each slow roll of his hips in a long deliberate clench that pressed his cock deeper into her pussy on every return, and he held there at the bottom for a heartbeat each time and ground so that his broad crown kissed her deepest wall while the thick base of what she could take stretched her ring wide before he rolled back out by the smallest margin.

Each time his cock slid free it came out wet with her juice, shining in the amber light.

"Feel like you can take more, Auntie?" he murmured against her mouth, voice low and teasing, and ground deep again so her small wet pussy clutched around him. "I can fill my auntie’s greedy little thing."

"Ahh— Phei— don’t call me—" she gasped, but her hips lifted anyway, chasing the slow drag. "Gods, you’re— mmh— cruel—"

He chuckled and rolled into her again, slower, letting her feel the thick length of him slide free wet with her juice before he sank it back in:

"Cruel? You’re my aunt, are you not, my love?" His thumb circled her erect clit in time with the next shallow thrust and she moaned again, longer this time, the sound breaking against his lips while his fingers kept the same rhythm on her erect clit. Out a slow circle. In a firm press. Out a light flick. In a long rolling stroke that matched the push of his hips exactly so she could no longer tell where one pleasure ended and the other began.

Her folds were wet and parted around him and her love juice coated every slow retreat:

"Phei— ahh— that’s—"

He took her nipple between the fingers of his free hand and joined it to the same tempo. A gentle roll as he drew back. A soft pinch as he sank in. He filled his palm with the soft weight of her breast and weighed it, working the erect peak between his thumb and finger until it stood wet and aching between them. Her clit and his cock and her nipple all three moved together, steady and unhurried as a tide coming in, and Melissa’s whole body began to follow it whether she wanted to or not.

It was maddening— it was perfect.

He moved like a man who had never once been in a hurry in his life and she felt every single inch of the ten he gave her, every ridge and every vein and every slow drag of his cock along her walls.

The pleasure built in layers: a warmth low in her belly then a tightening at her erect clit then a deep throbbing ache where his crown nestled against her innermost wall and stayed. Her nipple tingled under his fingers. Her clit stayed erect under his thumb. And through it all came the slow lazy roll, in and out by inches, his ass flexing and his hips grinding, never faster and never harder, just deep and steady and devastating.

Her other breast swayed with each grind, bare and flushed, and the nipple he was not touching stood erect in sympathy.

Her hands never left him. They slid over his back and felt the muscles there roll and flex with every lazy thrust then down to his ass where she felt it clench each time he sank into her, and the sheer otherworldly power of him moving this gently made her moan all over again.

She spread her fingers over the hard flex of him and pulled as if she could drag those last inches in by wanting alone.

"Mmh— Phei— please—"

"Please what?" he asked against her lips and rolled into her again slow as honey and ground so that the wet slap of her folds against him was barely a sound at all, just warmth and pressure and the thick drag of his cock.

His cock slid free wet with her juice then sank back into her small stretched pussy.

She didn’t have an answer— Melissa had only moans.

Her hips began to rise to meet him in shallow needy little lifts and her pussy clutched his cock every time he drew back those two small inches as if even that much distance was unacceptable.

Her stretched ring clung wet and reluctant then swallowed his cock again with a soft wet give, his shaft coming out shining with her love juice each time. He let her chase him— he didn’t speed up. He simply kept rolling into her and grinding at the bottom while circling her erect clit and rolling her nipple, all of it in the same lazy unstoppable rhythm, and he watched her come undone one layer at a time. He watched her breasts tremble, down her belly tightened and her cunt flutter and drip her juice down the inches she could not take.

Her thighs began to tremble around his hips. Her love juice ran warm down his shaft and over the inches she couldn’t take. Her breath came in short broken pulls. Her violet eyes were wet and wide locked onto his and he saw the exact moment she realized he was going to make her come like this, slowly, without ever once hurrying.

"Phei— I’m— ahh— I’m—"

He pressed her erect clit and rolled her nipple and sank his ten inches home in the same slow beat and ground against her deepest wall and held her there. His thumb stayed firm on the erect bud and his fingers pinched the stiff peak while his cock sat seated to her limit and the rest of his cock lay thick and wet with her juice against her soft belly.

She broke from the maddening punishment pf the very slow cruel thrusting rolls and Goddess Fall Touch—

Although it was not wasn’t a sudden crash, it managed to roll through her the way he had in a slow and deep and impossible to stop, starting where his crown pressed inside her and spreading outward through her belly and her thighs and her breasts until her whole body shook beneath him.

Melissa’s small wet pussy clenched around his ten inches in long rhythmic pulses and milked his cock with every wave, her tight ring pulsing visibly around his girth while her love juice spilled in warm pulses down his shaft and her erect clit throbbed under his thumb and her nipple stood stiff between his fingers.

Her breasts shook with it bare and flushed, the untouched one peaked and erect in the amber light. She cried out his name into his mouth and he swallowed it and didn’t stop rolling into her once, not even for a heartbeat.

Each slow thrust dragged his cock free wet with her juice before sinking it back into her stretched dripping cunt.

"Ahh— Phei— Phei—"

"That’s one!" the Young Dragon murmured against her lips and rolled into her again just as slow and just as deep, his fingers already circling her erect clit in the very same rhythm. He kissed the corner of her mouth, insufferably fond, and gave her breast a slow possessive squeeze as if congratulating it. "Three minutes left, princess."

Melissa whimpered.

She had made a terrible bargain— and possibly the best!