Chapter 420: CH : 409 Beautiful Morning

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He could feel them fluttering and slipping through the thick cream leaking around his shaft, the wet schlick of her touching herself mixing with the heavy slap of his hips against her ass.

They kept moving together—him driving, her barely able to meet him—until she turned her flushed, tear-streaked face toward him over her shoulder. Moonlight caught the glassy, desperate look in her eyes.

"Spank me... more... please... ahh~~nngh~~"

He didn’t hesitate. His open palm cracked down on her already bright-red, jiggling cheeks in perfect time with every full stroke of his cock.

Smack!

"Aah~~!"

Smack!

"Nngh~~fuck~~!"

Smack!

Left, right, left, right—each sharp blow landing exactly when he bottomed out, making her soft flesh ripple and her oversensitive cunt clench hard around him. Her cries stayed broken and breathless, half-sob, half-moan, body jolting and shaking under every combined impact of cock and hand while more creamy fluid leaked down her trembling thighs.

Nicole’s trembling fingers kept circling her swollen, oversensitive clit even though her whole body was shaking from the sheer number of rounds she’d already taken. So much thick cream was pouring out of her that every time Marvin pulled back his cock almost slipped free, the wet, loud suction noise and obscene noise in the quiet room. His balls were drawn up tight; he was right on the edge.

He stopped the spanking and rested his heavy hand on one bright-red, jiggling cheek. His thumb found the tight, saliva-slick pucker of her ass and pressed firmly. The tiny ring yielded with a soft pop and his thumb sank inside.

A broken, exhausted moan tore out of her.

"Oooohhhh~~ nngh~~ that feels so good~~ ahh~~ make me your little slut~~ fuck me hard~~ drive that cock into me~~ c’mon~~ fuck me~~ fuck me~~ fuck me~~ yessss~~!"

Her arms again gave out completely. Head and shoulders collapsed to the carpet again, leaving her ass high and completely open for him—pussy stretched wide around his thick shaft, thumb buried in her tight hole. She kept weakly rubbing her clit as another orgasm started to build, body trembling so hard she could barely stay in position.

Marvin fucked her in perfect sync: cock slamming deep into her cunt while his thumb pumped in and out of her ass at the same relentless rhythm. The dual stretch and the wet sounds pushed her straight toward the edge again, her broken cries turning higher and more desperate with every thrust.

Marvin’s thrusts turned rough and uneven, low grunts tearing from his throat as the edge finally hit him. Nicole’s exhausted body was already shaking apart beneath him when they both broke at the same time.

His cock pulsed hard and began unloading thick ropes of cum straight into her already overflowing cunt while her trembling fingers kept frantically working her clit. A raw, hoarse scream ripped out of her as the orgasm crashed through her completely spent body—cunt clamping and milking him in desperate, fluttering spasms even though she barely had the strength left to move.

"Ahhhh~~nngh~~cumming~~fuck~~inside~~so much~~!"

His prick kept jerking long after the first spurts, pumping more and more seed into her womb until it had nowhere left to go and started leaking out around his shaft in thick, creamy rivulets. The climax was so intense her vision blurred; deep, guttural groans tore from her chest, voice rough and broken. They bucked and shuddered together, her weak, trembling hips still trying to push back against him while he buried himself to the hilt and filled her.

Minutes later the last aftershocks faded.

Nicole’s arms and legs finally gave out completely and she collapsed flat on her belly on the carpet, cheek pressed to the floor, body still quivering. Marvin dropped down beside her, both of them slick with sweat—hers mostly—her bright-red ass gleaming in the moonlight like a polished apple. Thick cum and pussy juice continued to leak from her gaping, well-used hole and pool between her spread thighs on the carpet.

Even after all of that his cock remained rock-hard against his stomach, heavy and glistening, his balls still feeling full and tight as if he hadn’t just emptied himself deep inside her at all.

Nicole stayed sprawled on the carpet for a long time, chest heaving, every breath coming out as a shaky, broken gasp. Five full minutes passed before she could even lift her head. The only sound in the room was the distant crash of the ocean below the window and the soft, wet drip of cum still slowly leaking from her used cunt.

With enormous effort she rolled her head toward him, body trembling so hard her arms nearly gave out again. She leaned over and pressed her mouth to his in a deep, hungry kiss, pushing her tongue past his lips to taste the mix of him and herself still coating both of them. Marvin kissed her back just as fiercely, completely unfazed by everything they’d already done, one hand sliding up to squeeze a soft, sweat-slick breast while the other stroked down the curve of her back to rest possessively on her bright-red ass.

Her own hands stayed limp at her sides—she simply didn’t have the strength left to lift them. She could only lie there shaking, letting him explore her oversensitive body while their tongues kept slowly tangling. The kiss lingered, slow and deep, tongues sliding together in perfect rhythm even though Nicole’s body was completely spent while Marvin still thrummed with heat.

Every soft brush of his lips against hers, every gentle squeeze of his hands on her oversensitive skin, felt like another thread pulling them tighter together—two people who already knew every inch of each other and still couldn’t get enough.

He pulled her into his arms, her back against his chest, his cock against her thigh. They lay there, breathing hard, the sound of the ocean returning to fill the silence, their bodies tangled together.

"I want you as mine," Marvin murmured against the damp skin of her back, voice low and rough as his hand stroked through her tangled hair. "Not tomorrow. Not when the divorce is final. Now. In whatever way matters to you. I have no secrets from you. You will be mine, my love. Will you take that place with me?"

Nicole turned slowly in his arms, body still trembling from pure depletion. Her eyes shone with tears, love, and a happiness she hadn’t felt in a long time. "Yes," she breathed, her voice thick and shaky with emotion. "Yes, Marvin. By any tradition. I’m yours. Forever. Completely."

He kissed her—soft, deep, full of promise—while she remained limp and open in his hold.

The kiss was the final thing that broke her. Her exhausted moans faded into broken, helpless sounds. What little strength remained in her trembling body simply vanished. Her back arched once in a weak, involuntary spasm, then she went completely slack. She curled into a loose, shaking ball on his chest, her chest heaving in shallow gasps, eyes already fluttering shut as total exhaustion dragged her under.

That wasn’t the only time he came inside her that night; they fucked in all the positions she wanted. She rode him, she let him fuck her from behind, he came inside her while she was standing up, and with that, the night ended up with Marvin completely filling Nicole’s womb, their combined fluids soaking every surface they’d touched, the room smelling of sex and the sea. They finally collapsed together in a tangle of limbs, her head on his chest, his arms locked protectively around her trembling body, both of them sliding into deep, exhausted sleep still connected in every possible way.

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Morning arrived quietly.

Golden sunlight filtered through the bedroom windows, washing over the tangled sheets where Marvin and Nicole slept.

A warm beam drifted across Marvin’s face.

His eyes opened slowly.

For a moment, he simply lay there, feeling the pleasant weight resting against him.

Nicole.

Her head lay on his chest, her fiery curls spilling across his bare skin. One arm was draped loosely around his waist, and a faint, contented smile lingered on her sleeping face, as though even her dreams had surrendered to the peace of the night before.

Marvin glanced toward the window, the corners of his mouth lifting ever so slightly.

Yesterday was fun.

Months of restrained desire, lingering glances, stolen thoughts, and unspoken feelings had finally broken loose, leaving neither of them with any reason to hold back. They’d kept going at it for hours, all the pent-up tension between them finally unleashed.

Now, all that remained was the quiet stillness of dawn.

Smiling, Marvin looked at her as his hands rested on her curves. He slowly started to grope and massage her ass—it was both spongy and elastic, reshaping under his touch yet resilient. Feeling the strong stimulation, Nicole opened her eyes.

Nicole stirred slowly.

The first thing she felt was warmth.

She opened her eyes to the steady rise and fall of Marvin’s chest beneath her cheek. For a few quiet seconds she simply lay there, listening to the slow rhythm of his powerful heartbeat.

Then the memories came back.

A flush spread across her face until even the tips of her ears burned. She let out the tiniest groan and buried herself against his chest as though hiding there might erase the embarrassment.

"You..." she mumbled, barely audible. "You’re impossible."

Marvin looked down, amusement already dancing in his eyes. "Oh?"

Nicole refused to look at him. "We only just woke up..." she murmured, her voice muffled against him. "And you’re already teasing me."

A reluctant smile tugged at the corner of her lips despite herself. "Do you really like me that much?"

There was a long, comfortable pause.

Marvin brushed a loose strand of red hair away from her face. "I do."

She finally looked up.

"I like all of you." His answer was so simple that it caught her off guard.

Nicole searched his face, trying to decide whether he was serious. "You say things like that so easily."

"Because they’re true." He smiled. "I’ve spent months pretending not to notice you."

Her heart skipped. "And now?"

"Now I don’t see much point pretending."

Nicole laughed softly, the sound almost shy. "You know..." she said, tracing a small circle against his chest with her fingertip, "for someone who’s supposed to be frighteningly clever... ...you’re surprisingly direct."

"I’ve been accused of worse."

She shook her head, smiling to herself. "No, you haven’t."

"I imagine the list is fairly long."

"It probably is."

She rested her chin lightly on his chest, studying him.

"I spent years around people who never really said what they meant." She hesitated. "Everything was rehearsed. Public. Careful."

Her smile faded into something quieter. "I’d almost forgotten what honesty sounded like."

Marvin’s expression softened. "You don’t have to rehearse with me."

Those words settled somewhere deep inside her.

Nicole lowered her eyes, her fingers absently smoothing the fabric over his chest. "...Thank you."

Silence returned.

After a while, another thought slipped into her mind. Though a small worry filled her mind—yesterday Marvin had released a lot inside her. She was afraid she might get pregnant.

She bit her lower lip. "Marvin..."

"Hm?"

"There is one thing that’s been worrying me."

He looked at her.

She hesitated long enough for another blush to creep across her cheeks. "...You know. I’ve been thinking about it since I woke up."

Her voice grew quieter. "I’m probably worrying over nothing... ...but part of me can’t help wondering if I should be concerned."

She gave him an embarrassed smile. "I suppose that’s what happens when you spend too much time overthinking."

"Marvin, I..."

She stopped, her fingers tightening slightly against his shoulder.

He looked down at her, reading the worry in her eyes before she found the words.

"Don’t worry," he said quietly. "You won’t get pregnant."

Nicole searched his face.

There wasn’t the slightest hesitation. No uncertainty. Just calm conviction.

"...How can you possibly know that?" she asked. "You sound awfully certain."

"I am." He smiled, almost lazily. "Trust me. You don’t have to worry about that."

She studied him in silence.

There were a hundred reasons not to believe him. Everything she knew about the world told her his confidence made no sense.

Yet almost everything she had learned about Marvin over the past few months had made no sense.

She thought about the impossible calm he carried into every crisis... the certainty with which he predicted outcomes everyone else doubted... the strange feeling that settled over her whenever he simply told her something would be all right.

She didn’t know how or why she still believed it.

After what had happened last night, no sane man—especially one so young, almost certainly a virgin, even possibly aided by drugs—should have possessed that much stamina.

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