Chapter 305 - 311: Shameless Slut

"Ahnen... ahnn... you really are so amazing at kissing, Dren," Elaine gasped, leaning in to steal another deep, wet smooch, their saliva mingling freely as the intense session raged on.

"Don’t you think that’s a bit of an understatement, Elaine? I’m the absolute best there is when it comes to this," Quinn smirked, lifting her bare hips and shifting her weight directly onto his muscular thighs.

"Ahnen... ahnn! Why... why is your cock rock-hard again already?" She crossed her slender legs behind his back, locking her ankles tightly around his waist. "It... it usually becomes limp right after cumming..."

She glanced nervously toward the wall clock. The time was already 4:00 PM, leaving only one hour before her husband would return home after a long, exhausting day of work. Deen had no idea that Quinn was currently in his bedroom, thoroughly plowing both of the women in his house.

’I guess I still have time to pump my seed into her three or four more times,’ Quinn calculated in his head, buckling her hips tightly against his own.

"My cock works a little differently now, Elaine. Don’t you dare compare me to those pathetic, average dicks," Quinn growled, reaching down to flick her swollen clit with his thumb, sending a violent shock wave of pleasure through her entire body. "I can fuck you all day and night if you want me to."

"Nuhn... ahnn! H—how is that even possible...? A man needs time to rest... ahnn, before he can go again!" Elaine whimpered, her eyes darting toward the sticky mess on the bedsheets and the exhausted figure of Natasha, who lay completely spent and covered in white cream beside them.

Yet Quinn was still throbbing violently, acting as if an endless ocean of seed was hidden within his massive shaft and heavy testicles.

"Hmm... why on earth would I need to rest?" Quinn taunted, a sinister grin spreading across his face. "I can fuck you as many times as I want, Elaine. Tell me, do you want to experience double penetration right now, my lovely wife?"

Without waiting for an answer, Quinn thrust his thick middle finger straight against her tight, virgin entrance.

"Ahh... ahnn! No, don’t! I can’t take another hole... an, an!" Elaine squeaked, instinctively trying to pull her hips away. It was already terrifyingly overwhelming to have her womb filled to the brim with such a massive cream.

"Why not? Don’t you want your husband to penetrate both of your holes at the same time?" Quinn chuckled wickedly, knowing her weak attempt to escape was nothing more than a desperate, subconscious ploy that only made his shaft throb harder.

"Ahh... ahnn! N—not right now! The time is too limited... I can’t risk completely losing my mind today..." Elaine stammered, casting another anxious glance at the ticking clock. It was far too risky to continue a wild, mind-numbing session when time was rapidly running out.

"Hmm... but I’m your husband, aren’t I? Why are you worrying about time, Elaine?" Quinn teased, lifting her up by her waist and impaling her back down onto his upright shaft.

Thrust! Thrust! Thrust!

"Ahn... Ahn, ahnn! N-no, I really can’t! I still need to go downstairs and cook dinner... so it’s a big no for us to keep going like this!" Elaine bit her trembling lower lip, her inner walls squishing loudly against his invasion. His massive head reached her stretched womb without the slightest effort, forcing her cervix to expand even further to accommodate his girth.

"How about we just continue cooking while we fuck, then? A little kitchen session, Elaine? That would be wonderful," he murmured against her ear, leaning down to nip at her delicate neck, inhaling the sweet, hygienic fragrance of her skin.

Ahh... a naturally clean, refined woman really is the finest dish of all, Quinn thought with satisfaction. Moving to this region was undeniably his best decision. Every woman he took possessed a unique, intoxicating scent that drove him to crave more, entirely unlike the unwashed, common whores found in cheap taverns.

Heh, I’ve been blessed to end up in a world where powerful, higher-tier women don’t accumulate disgusting impurities, Quinn mused arrogantly.

"N-no, we can’t do any more than this, Quinn!" Elaine gasped, trying to summon her remaining logic. "A guest is coming over today... around 5:00 PM, so we absolutely cannot continue!"

"Oh, that’s too bad. Just tell him not to visit today," Quinn scoffed, sinking his teeth into her shoulder to leave a dark, purplish mark that her weak husband would never dare question.

"We’re having a sweet, private time together. We don’t need any unwanted interruptions."

"Ahn... ahnn, an! Please don’t say that! He’s a very important guest!"

"Is he more important than my cock and my burning love for you? How cruel of you to say that, Elaine," Quinn growled, accelerating his thrusting speed into a frantic, splashing rhythm. His second load was already rising like a hot wave!

"Ahh... ahh! I didn’t mean it like that! Don’t be mad at me..."

"Then lock the front door. Don’t let that man inside while we keep fucking."

"B-but..."

"Or you can go downstairs, greet him, and then come right back up here so we can finish what we started. In the meantime, I’ll keep myself busy satisfying your mother-in-law," Quinn suggested, tossing a glance over at the sprawling, dazed Natasha.

"Nuhn... an! Are you... are you really going to stay here in our bed?" Elaine’s eyes widened in absolute disbelief.

Continuing their dirty affair while her guest—or even her husband—was right downstairs? That would be the most insanely bold and dangerous act imaginable!

"Yes, why shouldn’t I? I’m not satisfied yet, and I’m your husband, remember? I’ll stay in this room for as long as I damn well please."

"B—but what if... what if he realizes what’s happening up here?"

"He won’t, as long as you keep your sweet mouth shut and don’t make a sound," Quinn smirked, giving her bare ass a hard, possessive squeeze. "No one will ever know—especially not him. Got it?"

Spurt! Spurt! Spurt!!

"Nuhn... an... I—I got it," Elaine whimpered helplessly as another warm flood of his seed erupted deep inside her womb. "I won’t tell him... and I’ll stay completely quiet. It’ll be like this never happened..."

Squirt! Squirt! Squirt!

A violent surge of her own female juices squirted out around his embedded shaft, soaking his thighs and the mattress beneath them.

"Good girl," Quinn laughed triumphantly, watching her body tremble. "Look at your squirting all over me again... what a shameless little slut you’ve become."