Chapter 122: One Breath Away II
Devon began to move, his thrusts slow and controlled at first, each one deep and deliberate, his thick, veiny cock dragging against Sophie’s sensitive pussy walls, hitting that sweet spot deep inside that made her toes curl and her breath hitch in her throat. Her pussy clenched around him, slick with her juices, each slow slide sending waves of pleasure radiating through her core.
Sophie’s hand stayed clamped over her mouth, her eyes locked on Mark who was still sleeping , his snores a steady, oblivious rhythm in the quiet room.
The risk of him waking, his body just inches away, sent a reckless thrill through her, her clit throbbing, her pussy gushing as Devon fucked her harder, his hips snapping forward with a controlled intensity. His hands gripped her hips, fingers digging into the soft flesh, pulling her back to meet his thrusts, the wet sounds of their bodies colliding, her pussy swallowing his cock muffled under Mark’s snores. Her nipples ached, hard and straining as his hands slid up, pinching them with a firm, twisting motion, sending electric sparks shooting through her body, her clit pulsing with every thrust.
The danger, the sheer audacity of it all, fucking Devon in her own bed with her husband right there ignited a raw, primal desire in her, her body buzzing with a need so intense it felt like it could burn the room down.
Devon’s breath was ragged against her ear, his lips brushing the sensitive skin of her neck as he whispered, "so good." His voice, low and gravelly, sent a shiver down her spine, her pussy pulsing around his cock, gripping him like a vice.
He slowed his thrusts, pulling out almost completely, the thick head of his cock teasing her entrance, circling her slick vagina before sliding back in, deep and slow, filling her so completely she bit her lip hard enough to taste blood to keep from moaning.
The sensation was torturous, each deliberate thrust making her body tremble, her juices dripping down her thighs, soaking the sheets beneath her. He shifted, guiding her to roll onto her stomach, her ass raised high, her face buried in the pillow to muffle any sounds that might escape.
Devon positioned himself behind her, his hands spreading her cheeks wide, his fingers brushing the sensitive skin around her asshole before his cock slid back into her pussy with a slow, agonizing thrust that made her eyes roll back, her body quaking with need. He fucked her like this, deep and steady, his balls brushing against her swollen clit with every thrust, the friction driving her wild, her pussy clenching and dripping, her juices pooling on the sheets.
Sophie’s hand reached back, gripping his thigh, nails digging into his skin, urging him deeper, her body rocking back to meet him, the thrill of Mark’s snores fueling her arousal.
The sound of her husband’s steady breathing, so close, made her pussy throb harder, the danger of being caught amplifying every sensation. Devon leaned over her, his chest pressed against her back, his lips finding her ear as he whispered, "You love this, don’t you? Him right there, and you’re mine." His words sent a jolt through her, her pussy clenching tighter around his cock, her body trembling as he picked up the pace, his cock slamming into her with a rhythm that had her teetering on the edge of another climax.
She buried her face deeper into the pillow, her hand still over her mouth, stifling the desperate whimpers as her pussy pulsed around him, her orgasm building like a tidal wave, her clit throbbing with every slap of his balls against it.
He pulled out suddenly, making her gasp, her pussy aching at the loss, clenching around nothing as her body begged for him. Devon flipped her onto her back with a swift, commanding motion, spreading her legs wide, her pussy glistening in the moonlight, swollen and dripping, begging for him. He knelt between her thighs, his eyes dark with hunger, raking over her body. her flushed skin, her hard nipples, her slick, parted folds.
He leaned down, kissing her hard, their tongues tangling in a messy, desperate clash, teeth grazing lips, the taste of sweat and arousal heavy in the air. Sophie’s hands roamed his body, nails digging into his shoulders, pulling him closer as their kiss deepened, her lips swollen from the intensity, her pussy throbbing with need.
She broke the kiss, her breath ragged, and pushed him back, her eyes glinting with a wild, brazen hunger. "My turn," she whispered, her voice low and sultry, dripping with want as her hand wrapped around his cock, slick with her juices, the thick shaft pulsing in her palm.
Sophie slid down the bed, her lips brushing his chest, kissing and nipping at the taut skin of his abs, her tongue flicking over his navel before she reached his cock, hard and throbbing, the head glistening with pre-cum and her own arousal. She licked the tip, slow and teasing, savoring the salty mix of them both, her tongue swirling around the head, dipping into the slit to taste his pre-cum before she took him into her mouth, sucking gently at first, then deeper, her lips stretching wide around his thick shaft.
Devon groaned, low and guttural, his hand tangling in her hair, guiding her as she bobbed her head, her tongue working the sensitive underside, her hand stroking the base, slick with her saliva and his pre-cum. She sucked harder, her lips tight, her tongue flicking fast, making his hips buck, his cock pulsing in her mouth, hitting the back of her throat as she took him deeper, gagging slightly but not stopping, her pussy throbbing as she worked him.
The danger of Mark’s snores, so close, only made her bolder, her free hand slipping between her legs to rub her clit, her fingers slick with her juices, circling fast as she moaned around his cock, the vibrations making him groan louder.
Devon’s groans grew louder, his hips thrusting into her mouth, and she pulled back, not wanting him to finish yet, her lips glistening with saliva and pre-cum as she crawled up to kiss him again, the taste of his cock and her pussy mixing in their mouths, a raw, filthy kiss that made her clit pulse.
He grabbed her hips, pulling her to straddle him, her pussy hovering over his cock as she teased him, grinding her wet folds against his shaft, sliding along its length without letting him enter, her juices coating him. "Fuck, Sophie," he growled, his hands gripping her ass, squeezing the firm cheeks, trying to guide her down, but she held back, a wicked smile on her lips, loving the control, the way his eyes burned with desperate need.
She leaned down, kissing him hard, her tongue plunging into his mouth, her breasts pressed against his chest, her nipples grazing his skin as she finally sank onto his cock, taking him deep, her pussy stretching around him, a low moan escaping her despite her efforts to stay quiet, her walls gripping him tight.
She rode him slowly at first, her hips rolling in a sensual rhythm, her clit grinding against his pelvis with every movement, her breasts bouncing as she moved faster, her hands braced on his chest, nails digging into his skin. Devon’s hands roamed her body, pinching her nipples, squeezing her ass, guiding her rhythm as she fucked him, her pussy clenching tight, her juices dripping down his shaft, pooling at the base, soaking the sheets.
The bed creaked faintly, but Mark’s snores didn’t falter, and the sound only made Sophie hotter, her body trembling with the thrill of being caught, her pussy pulsing with every thrust. Devon sat up, pulling her close, his mouth latching onto her nipple, sucking hard, his teeth grazing the sensitive peak as she rode him, his hands gripping her hips, slamming her down harder, deeper, their bodies slapping together, the wet sounds of her pussy filling the room, her juices dripping down his balls.
He flipped her again, this time onto her side, facing Mark, her leg lifted high over his shoulder as he entered her from behind, his cock sliding deep, hitting that spot that made her see stars, her pussy stretched and filled.
Sophie’s hand stayed over her mouth, her eyes locked on Mark’s sleeping face, the danger pushing her to the edge as Devon fucked her hard, his thrusts relentless, his balls slapping against her ass, the wet sounds of her pussy louder now. He reached around, his fingers finding her clit, rubbing fast and rough, circling the swollen bud as he fucked her, sending her spiraling toward another climax.
She came hard, her pussy gushing around his cock, her juices soaking him, her hand muffling the choked moans as her body shook, her thighs trembling uncontrollably, her clit pulsing under his fingers.
Devon slowed, letting her ride out the aftershocks, then pulled out, his cock slick and hard, glistening in the moonlight. He guided her to her knees, her ass in the air, her face pressed into the pillow as he entered her again, doggy-style, his hands gripping her hips as he fucked her deep, each thrust pushing her forward, her breasts bouncing, her pussy stretched and filled. Sophie’s hand reached back, rubbing her clit as he fucked her, the sensation overwhelming, her body begging for more even after her climax.
Devon’s thrusts grew faster, harder, his breath ragged, his cock throbbing inside her, the wet sounds of their bodies louder now, barely covered by Mark’s snores. He leaned down, his lips brushing her ear as he whispered, "You’re gonna come again for me, aren’t you?" His words sent a fresh wave of arousal through her, her pussy clenching tight as he slammed into her, his fingers reaching around to pinch her nipple, twisting it just enough to make her gasp.
He pulled out again, not done with her yet, and guided her to sit on the edge of the bed, her legs spread wide, her pussy dripping and exposed. He knelt between her thighs, his tongue diving back into her folds, licking her clit with quick, relentless flicks, sucking it hard as his fingers plunged inside her, pumping fast, curling to hit that spot that made her vision blur. Sophie’s hand stayed over her mouth, her other hand gripping his hair, pulling him closer as she ground her pussy against his face, her juices coating his lips, his chin, her body trembling with the intensity.
He sucked her clit into his mouth, rolling it with his tongue, grazing it with his teeth, making her hips buck wildly, her pussy gushing as she came again, her hand muffling the desperate moans, her thighs clamping around his head, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm.
Devon stood, his cock still hard, glistening with her juices, and pulled her to her feet, pressing her against the wall beside the bed, her back to him, her hands braced against the cool surface. He lifted one of her legs, hooking it over his arm, and entered her from behind, his cock sliding deep, filling her pussy as he fucked her standing up, his thrusts hard and fast, her breasts bouncing with every slam of his hips.
Sophie’s head tilted back, her hand still over her mouth, her eyes flicking to Mark’s sleeping form, the danger of his snores driving her wild, her pussy clenching around Devon’s cock as he fucked her relentlessly, his hands gripping her hips, her ass, pulling her back to meet him. The wall creaked faintly under her hands, but Mark didn’t stir, and the thrill pushed her toward another climax, her pussy dripping, her juices running down her legs.
Suddenly, Mark stirred, a faint mumble escaping his lips, his body shifting slightly under the sheets. Sophie’s heart stopped, her eyes wide with panic, but the thrill only made her wetter, her pussy clenching around Devon’s cock as he slowed his thrusts, not stopping, his lips brushing her ear as he whispered, "He’s not waking. Not yet."
The danger sent a fresh wave of arousal through her, her body trembling as she pushed back against him, desperate for more, her pussy aching for release. But Mark mumbled again, his arm twitching, his voice groggy, "Mmm... Soph?" Her panic spiked, her breath catching, but her body was still buzzing with desire, her pussy pulsing around Devon’s cock.
"We need to move," she whispered, her voice urgent, her eyes darting to Mark as she pulled away, her body trembling with unspent arousal. She scrambled to grab Devon’s clothes, his shirt, trousers, and boxers scattered on the floor and shoved them under the bed with a quick, desperate kick, her heart racing. "Please, come with me," she pleaded, grabbing Devon’s hand, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and raw, unquenched desire, her pussy still dripping, her thighs slick.
He nodded, his cock still hard, glistening with her juices, standing proud as he followed her off the bed, his eyes dark with the same reckless hunger.
Sophie moved quickly, her bare feet silent on the hardwood as she led him to the bathroom, her hand tight around his, her pussy throbbing with every step, the memory of his cock still burning inside her. She shut the door behind them, the click of the lock loud in the quiet house, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
The bathroom was small, the tiles cool under her feet, the mirror reflecting her flushed face, her nipples hard and aching, her body slick with sweat and arousal, her pussy lips swollen and glistening. Devon pressed close, his cock brushing against her ass, his hands already roaming her body, fingers teasing her nipples, sliding down to brush her clit, making her gasp. But before they could continue, Mark’s voice sounded from the bedroom, groggy and confused, "Soph? You there?"
Sophie froze, her heart pounding, her body still burning with desire, Devon’s hands still on her, his breath hot against her neck, his cock pressed against her, ready to pick up where they left off. The danger of the moment, the thin bathroom door separating them from Mark, made her pussy ache even more, her body trembling with the thrill of being caught as she stood locked in the bathroom with Devon.