Chapter 32: Samui [4] (18+)

I pulled out of her only long enough to turn her onto her back on the cool stone. Samui’s golden hair spread out beneath her head like a messy halo. Her chest still rose and fell hard from everything that had already happened, nipples tight, skin flushed and gleaming with sweat in the dying firelight. I pushed her thighs apart, lined myself up against her swollen, glistening entrance, and sank back inside in one smooth, relentless thrust.

"Ahh... mmm... hnn—"

She was still soaked, still stretched from the earlier fucking, and the wet heat of her wrapped around me instantly—silken, clutching, almost too tight. I started moving—slow, deep strokes that dragged almost all the way out before sliding home again, grinding against her cervix at the end of every thrust. Every time I bottomed out she let out another soft, broken sound, her nails scraping weakly at the stone.

"Hnn... ahh... slow... mmm..."

I kept that deliberate pace for a long stretch, watching her face twist with every deep slide. Then I reached down and gave her ass a firm slap.

Slap!

The sharp crack echoed off the cave walls. Her eyes snapped open, pupils blown wide.

"Is that... also necessary for the healing?" she asked, genuinely curious, voice still rough and wrecked.

I was already too deep in the pleasure to care about honesty. "Yes," I lied, and slapped the other cheek just as hard.

Slap!

"Ow—ahh!"

Another slap.

Slap!

Then another.

Slap!

Each one left a blooming red handprint and forced a louder sound from her throat. I kept spanking her in rhythm with my thrusts—hard, precise cracks that made her rock forward and then shove herself back onto my cock for more. Her moans turned sharp and needy.

"Ahh... hnn... ow... mmm... harder—ahh!"

Slap! Slap!

I flipped her over onto her hands and knees without pulling out. The new angle made her moan the second I thrust back in, deeper than before.

"Ahh! Mmm—hah—"

I grabbed both of her wrists, pulled her arms behind her back, and used them like reins. The position arched her spine beautifully, forced her chest down and her ass up, and left her completely open and helpless for me.

I started fucking her hard.

"Ahh! Ahh—mmm—hah—fuck—"

Every thrust drove me to the root. The wet slap of skin against skin filled the cave—plap plap plap—mixed with the sharper crack of my hips meeting her ass and the wet, filthy sound of her pussy taking me over and over. I kept her arms locked behind her and used the leverage to yank her back onto my cock with every stroke, burying myself so deep it punched the air from her lungs.

"Yes—ahh—fuck—hnn—deeper—please—ahh!"

I didn’t ease up. Minutes stretched into a relentless rhythm. Sweat ran down my chest and dripped onto her back in hot trails. Her golden hair stuck to her damp skin in tangled strands. I kept the pace rough and steady, watching the way her body jerked forward with every impact, her tits swinging hard beneath her. Every few thrusts I landed another heavy slap across her ass.

Slap!

"Ahh—ow!"

Slap!

"Hnn—fuck!"

Slap!

Watching the flesh bounce and redden, feeling her clench around me in response.

"Ahh... mmm... hnn... ahh—right there—don’t stop—ahh!"

After a long stretch of that brutal pace I released her wrists, tangled one hand in her hair, and pulled her head back until her spine formed a perfect, strained curve. My other hand wrapped around the front of her throat from behind—not tight enough to cut air, just enough to hold her in place and feel every desperate swallow. I sat back on my heels and pulled her with me until she was seated fully in my lap, my cock still buried to the hilt inside her, her ass flush against my hips.

The new position let me thrust upward hard and deep, using my grip on her hair and throat to control every movement.

"Ahh! Ahh—fuck—mmm—hah—"

I kept one hand in her hair and the other around her throat while I fucked her from below. Every upward snap of my hips forced a fresh, broken cry out of her. Her hands braced on my knees, fingers digging in hard enough to leave marks. Her breasts bounced with the rough rhythm, nipples tight and dark. The wet sounds grew louder, filthier—*schlick schlick plap plap*—as more of her earlier release and my previous cum slicked the way, dripping down my balls and onto the stone beneath us.

"Hnn... ahh... ow... mmm... yes—just like that—use me—ahh!"

I lost track of exact time, but it was well past thirty minutes of continuous, hard fucking. My arms burned. My thighs ached. I didn’t stop. I kept driving up into her, using the grip on her hair and throat to control every movement, occasionally releasing her throat just long enough to slap her bouncing tits.

Slap!

"Ahh! Hnn—fuck!"

Or reach down and rub hard, fast circles over her swollen clit. Her moans had turned continuous—broken, high, desperate, raw.

"Ahh! Ahh! Fuck! I’m cumming! ... ahhhhh~"

Her whole body seized. Her pussy clamped down in tight, rhythmic pulses, milking me while a fresh gush of fluid spilled around my cock and soaked my lap in a hot rush. The sensation dragged me under with her.

"Ahh... shit... cumming... uhhh!"

I slammed up into her one last time and came hard, flooding her already full pussy with another thick load. Pulse after pulse emptied into her while her walls kept fluttering and squeezing around me. The pleasure blanked everything else out for several long seconds—white heat, the wet clutch of her, the way her body shook in my arms.

But I wasn’t finished.

Even as the first wave faded I stayed hard inside her, still buried deep. I pushed her forward again onto her hands and knees, still joined, and started fucking her through the aftershocks without pause.

"Ahh—too much—hnn—ahh!"

She cried out, oversensitive, but her hips pushed back to meet me anyway. I reached around and pinched her clit between two fingers, rubbing it roughly while I pounded her from behind—*plap plap plap*—forcing another orgasm out of her within minutes. She came again with a shattered scream, squirting around my cock in messy pulses that soaked both of us further.

"Ahhh! Fuck—cumming again—ahhhhh~"

I flipped her onto her back once more, hooked her knees over my shoulders, and folded her nearly in half so I could drive straight down into her. The angle was brutal. Every thrust bottomed out hard enough to make her eyes roll.

"Ahh! Ahh—deep—hah—fuck—"

I kept one hand around her throat again and used the other to slap her face lightly, then harder.

Slap!

"Mmm—Ahh—yes—"

Watching the way her mouth fell open and her tongue lolled. She came a third time like that—violent, shaking, sobbing with it—while I kept fucking her through it without mercy.

"Ahhh! I’m—cumming—ahhhhhh~"

Only when my own second climax started to build did I slow just enough to savor it. I pulled almost all the way out, then slammed back in to the root and stayed there, grinding deep while I pumped another heavy load into her.

"Uhhh... fuck... take it—"

Cum overflowed around my cock and ran down her ass in thick white trails. I stayed buried, panting against her neck, feeling her pulse race under my palm.

When it finally eased I collapsed forward onto her, still buried inside her, both of us breathing hard and slick with sweat. The fire had burned down to embers. Outside the cave the snakes still waited, but neither of us moved.

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