Chapter 193 - Marathon (R-18)

Cale groaned, his fingers threading through her hair.

"Emma... you’re going to kill me..."

She just kept licking, her tongue sliding down one side and up the other, her hand twisting at the base. The wet sounds of her mouth and her strokes filled the room.

But Cale had other plans.

After a few minutes of her teasing, he pulled her up by her hips.

"Come here, this is getting us nowhere."

He shifted, turning his body so he lay flat on his back, his cock standing tall and slick. He tugged her forward, guiding her to straddle his face, her dripping pussy hovering just above his mouth.

"Its one dream at a time, hehe."

Emma understood what he was trying to do here, lowering herself until her lips brushed his.

"Where do you even get these kinds of ideas, oh right? You go to brothels daily, huh?"

"H-hey, what kind of a man do you think I am?!"

She sighed, "You are His son, so isn’t that obvious."

"...If you put it like that..." he had no answer.

She took his cock into her mouth, inch by inch, her tongue wrapping around him as she descended.

She moved slowly, savoring him on her tongue.

"Mmmnn... schllrp..." Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked, her head bobbing at a languid pace.

Below, Cale groaned against her folds, the vibration sending shivers through her.

He parted her lips with his tongue, lapping at her clit with long, flat strokes. His fingers found her entrance, sliding inside her with ease, her juices coating him. He curled them, pressing against her sweet spot as he sucked her clit into his mouth.

"Schllrp... mmm..."

"Hmm!", Emma moaned around his cock, the sensation making her thighs tremble.

She tried to focus on her task, moving her head faster, but Cale’s tongue was relentless.

He added a second finger, then a third, stretching her as he thrust them in and out.

And then, without warning, he pressed a slick finger against her asshole, circling it before pushing in slowly.

"Ah—! Cale! You fucki—"

Emma gasped, pulling off his cock with a wet pop.

But he didn’t let her stop. He gripped her hips, pulling her back down onto his face, his tongue diving deep into her pussy as his fingers worked both her holes.

She cried out, her body shuddering as she took him back into her mouth, sucking harder now.

He thrust his hips upward, fucking her mouth in time with his fingers, his cock hitting the back of her throat. She gagged but didn’t pull away, her eyes watering as she swallowed around him.

"Gllck... gllck... mmmnn..."

Cale’s tongue flicked her clit, his fingers curling inside her, and he felt his own climax building. He groaned against her, the vibration pushing her closer to the edge. He thrust deeper into her throat, his balls tightening, and with a not so silent moan, he came, flooding her mouth with another thick load.

"Hnghhh...!"

Emma swallowed every drop, her throat working around him, but she didn’t stop sucking. She kept going, milking him until he was twitching and oversensitive.

But she wasn’t done. She turned around, straddling his face again, her soaked pussy pressing against his mouth.

"My turn," she breathed, and straightened up, sitting on his face.

’Holy Mother, thanks for the treat.’

Cale grinned, his tongue already lapping at her folds.

He devoured her, sucking her clit, thrusting his tongue inside her, his fingers returning to her pussy and ass.

He was relentless, and Emma’s moans turned into desperate whimpers as she ground against his face.

Her thighs clenched around his head, her back arching, and with a scream, she came, her juices flooding his mouth as she rode out her orgasm on his tongue.

"Ahhh—Cale!!!"

He drank her in, lapping up every drop until she collapsed beside him, panting and trembling.

But they weren’t done, yep, not even close.

***

After she caught her breath, Emma pushed herself up on trembling arms, her body still humming with aftershocks. She looked down at Cale, who was sprawled beneath her, his chest glistening with sweat and her juices, his cock still half-hard and slick.

"Shower," she said, her voice husky. "Now! or the maids would enter inside, and seeing that you’ve locked it, they’ll get even more suspicious."

Cale raised an eyebrow, a lazy grin spreading across his face. "You read my mind."

They stumbled into the bathroom together, their legs tangled, their bodies still pressed against each other.

The shower was spacious, with a glass door and a rainfall showerhead that cascaded warm water over them.

Emma stepped in first, the water plastering her raven hair to her back, and Cale followed, his hands immediately finding her waist.

The water ran over them as he pressed her against the cool tile, his mouth claiming hers in a deep, hungry kiss.

His hands roamed her body, cupping her breasts, pinching her nipples until she moaned into his mouth. She reached down, wrapping her hand around his cock, which was already hardening again.

"You’re... insatiable, seriously... didn’t even let me sleep!" she breathed against his lips.

"Can’t help it," he murmured, his teeth grazing her earlobe. "Women are quite addictive... sometimes, that is."

He spun her around, pressing her chest against the tile, the water streaming down her back.

His hands gripped her hips, and he slammed into her from behind with a groan.

"Slap... slap... slap..." The wet sounds of their bodies colliding echoed off the shower walls, mixing with Emma’s cries.

"Hnghh—fuck—!" she gasped, her hands braced against the tile as he pounded into her.

His fingers dug into her ass cheeks, his thrusts hard, each one driving her further up the wall.

The water cascaded over them, but it did nothing to cool the heat between them.

He pulled out, spinning her around, and lifted her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist, and he impaled her on his cock, both of them groaning as he sank into her to the hilt. He braced her against the wall, thrusting up into her.

Emma threw her head back, her moans turning into screams as he hit that every spot inside her. She rode him, her hips grinding against his, her nails raking down his back. He came inside her again, his hot seed flooding her as he buried his face in her neck, his own groan muffled against her skin.

***

He set her down, turning her around and bending her over the edge of the bathtub. He slid into her from behind, his hands gripping her shoulders as he fucked her with slow strokes, making her feel every inch of him.

Her moans were breathless, her body trembling as she came again, her walls clenching around him.

He pulled out, flipping her onto her side on the shower floor, the water pooling around them.

He lifted her leg, sliding into her from the side, his hand reaching around to rub her clit as he thrust into her. She cried out, her body convulsing as another orgasm ripped through her.

They fucked for hours after that, moving from the shower to the bedroom, the sheets soaked and their bodies slick with sweat.

He flipped her onto her stomach, driving into her from behind, his hands gripping her hips as he pounded into her.

Then she rode him, her breasts bouncing as she bounced on his cock, his hands gripping her waist.

He bent her over the edge of the bed, took her from behind again, then laid her on her side and lifted her leg, sliding into her with a slow rhythm that made her see stars.

They tried every position in the book, until the sheets were soaked and their bodies were slick with sweat.

He came inside her, on her tits, on her face, and she swallowed every drop he gave her. She came so many times she lost count, her body trembling with aftershocks that wouldn’t stop.

By the time they finally collapsed, the sun was high in the sky, and Emma was a boneless, blissed-out mess in Cale’s arms.

He kissed her forehead, his breathing ragged, and she smiled, her eyes fluttering closed.

Cale chuckled, his hand tracing lazy circles on her back. "Well, there’s more work out there... so lets stop now... haha"

"As if you have any kind of ’Work’ here."

’Sigh... I guess the taming I did years back worked a bit too well...’