Chapter 108: Inches Away
"Elena? You okay in there?" sending a jolt of panic through Elena’s body, her eyes widening in terror as her mind raced to the consequences of discovery.
But Devon’s thrusts didn’t falter for a second, if anything, they intensified, his thick, veiny cock driving deeper, faster into her dripping pussy, the swollen head battering her cervix with each savage stroke, the wet, obscene squelch of her folds filling the room like a heartbeat that drowned out everything else.
Elena’s walls clenched tighter around him, milking his shaft in rhythmic spasms as the thrill of danger ignited a fresh flood of arousal, her juices gushing down his length in hot, slick waves, dripping onto the floor in pattering splatters that mixed with the rain outside.
Her hands gripped his shoulders desperately, nails digging into his sweat-slicked skin, leaving crescent-shaped marks as she tried to anchor herself against the overwhelming pleasure-pain, her body trembling like a leaf in a storm.
"Devon... stop... please," she whispered frantically into his ear, her voice a hoarse plea muffled by his hand clamping over her mouth, but her hips betrayed her, grinding back against him instinctively, her clit throbbing against his pubic bone with each grind, pushing her perilously close to another shattering orgasm right there, with her husband mere feet away.
Devon’s eyes gleamed with wicked amusement, his smirk widening against her neck as he bit down lightly on her earlobe, his free hand gripping her ass cheek hard, spreading it to expose her puckered asshole to the cool air, a finger circling the tight ring teasingly before pressing in just enough to make her eyes roll back.
"Shh, Elena," he growled low in her ear, his voice a velvet rumble that vibrated through her core, his cock never slowing, pounding her with relentless force, the head dragging along her g-spot with each withdrawal, making her pussy flutter and squirt small bursts of her cum onto his balls.
The risk only fueled him, his thrusts growing even faster, more punishing, the slap of his balls against her clit echoing softly, a filthy counterpoint to Robert’s voice.
Elena’s mind screamed in panic, but her body was a traitor, her pussy getting wetter, tighter, the danger amplifying every sensation, the burn of his girth stretching her walls, the slick friction of pre-cum and her juices mixing, the way his finger now fucked her ass in shallow, invasive thrusts, double-penetrating her and sending sparks of ecstasy exploding through her nerves.
The knock came again, sharper this time, Robert’s voice tinged with growing concern. "Elena? Everything alright in there?" Elena’s breath hitched, a muffled moan escaping against Devon’s palm as her pussy spasmed wildly around his cock, the thrill of being so close to exposure sending her hurtling toward the edge.
She forced herself to move toward the door, her legs shaky and unsteady, each step a torturous grind as Devon matched her pace, his cock still buried balls-deep inside her, the movement making his thrusts shallower but no less intense, every inch of him sliding against her sensitive walls, the head nudging her g-spot with maddening precision.
Her dress, bunched around her waist, rustled softly, her torn panties dangling from one ankle like a badge of her degradation, her juices trickling down her inner thighs in warm, sticky trails.
"I... I’m coming," she called out weakly, her voice cracking as Devon’s finger plunged deeper into her ass, the dual invasion making stars burst behind her eyes, her clit pulsing with need.
She reached the door, her hand trembling as she cracked it open just enough to let her head poke through, the rest of her body hidden, Devon pressed flush against her from behind, his cock still slamming into her pussy with short, vicious thrusts that made her knees buckle. Her face was flushed a deep crimson, sweat beading on her forehead, her brown eyes glassy with a mix of lust and fear, a rough, strained smile plastered across her lips as she faced Robert.
He stood there in his boxers, his hair mussed from sleep, his eyes squinting in the dim hallway light, a faint stubble shadowing his jaw, his expression a blend of confusion and concern. "You sure? Can I come in? I thought I heard something weird," he said, leaning forward slightly, trying to peer past her into the room.
Elena’s heart hammered in her chest, her pussy clenching tighter around Devon’s cock at the sheer shamelessness of it all, her husband inches away, oblivious, while she was getting fucked like a whore, her body betraying her with every pulse of pleasure.
"No!" she blurted, too quickly, her voice cracking like glass as Devon’s thrusts grew faster, his cock pounding her relentlessly, the head dragging along her walls in a way that made her vision blur.
Her lips twitched uncontrollably, her teeth sinking into her lower lip until she tasted blood, her body shaking as she fought to keep the moan locked in her throat, the sensation of his finger now fully fucking her ass adding a layer of filthy fullness that had her teetering on the brink.
"Samantha’s... naked, honey," she managed, the words a struggled gasp, her eyes twitching as Devon’s cock hit a particularly sensitive spot, her pussy gushing around him, the slickness making his movements smoother, more punishing, her juices squirting in small bursts with each thrust. "She’s asleep, and it’s... private girl stuff. I’m fine, really... go back to bed."
She tried to raise a hand behind her, fumbling blindly to push against Devon’s hip, to slow the relentless pace that was driving her insane, her fingers grazing his skin but slipping off from the sweat, his strength overpowering her easily, his hips snapping forward with even more force, his balls slapping her clit in wet, rhythmic smacks that sent jolts of electricity through her.
The brazenness of it, the door cracked open, Robert right there, his sleepy eyes searching her face made her wetter than ever, her pussy flooding with arousal, clenching around Devon’s cock in vice-like spasms that milked him, her clit throbbing against his pubic bone with each grind.
It was so wrong, so shameless, fucking her lover with her husband at the door, the risk pushing her higher, her body trembling as she fought the orgasm building like a tidal wave.
Robert frowned, still half-asleep, his hand reaching out as if to touch her cheek, to pull her into a goodnight kiss, but Elena jerked her head back, dodging the gesture with another rough smile, her breath hitching sharply as Devon’s finger curled inside her ass, pressing against her inner walls in tandem with his cock, the dual penetration making her eyes cross.
"Okay, okay... goodnight, then," Robert mumbled, his voice trailing off as he turned to leave, but a sudden wet slap, Devon’s balls hitting her pussy with a particularly hard thrust echoed faintly through the crack in the door, making him pause and turn back, his brow furrowing deeper.
"What was that noise? Sounded like... something wet?"
Elena’s mind raced in a haze of panic and pleasure, her body trembling as she fought to keep the moan locked in her throat, Devon’s hand tightening over her mouth just in time to muffle a gasp, his cock slamming deeper, making her vision spot with stars.
"Just... dropped my phone... in the water glass," she lied, her voice a strangled whisper, her hand fumbling at her side, knocking a stray candleholder to the floor with a soft clatter to sell the excuse, the glass rolling and spilling water in a small puddle.
The lie was weak, her words slurred with the effort to speak through the ecstasy ripping through her, her pussy spasming wildly around his cock, her ass clenching around his finger.
Robert nodded slowly, too groggy to question further, and shuffled back to his room, the door clicking shut behind him with finality.
The moment he was gone, Elena’s knees buckled completely, her body sagging against the wall as Devon finally removed his hand from her mouth, letting her moans spill free a low, guttural wail that echoed through the room as she came hard, her walls convulsing around his cock in rhythmic squeezes, squirting in a hot, forceful flood that soaked his thighs, his balls, and puddled on the floor in a slick, shiny mess.
Her juices gushed with each spasm, spraying against the door, her body shaking violently as the orgasm tore through her, her clit pulsing, her ass clenching around his finger in a vice that made her see white.
"Oh fuck... Devon... yes..." she gasped, her voice breaking, her head falling back against his shoulder as wave after wave crashed over her, her pussy milking him relentlessly, trying to draw him deeper even as he slid out with a wet, obscene pop, his cock glistening with her cum, strings of it connecting them like filthy threads.
Devon chuckled darkly, his voice a low, satisfied rumble as he steadied her trembling form, her head resting against his chest, her breaths ragged and uneven, her body still twitching with aftershocks.
"You got wetter with him right there, didn’t you? Squeezing my cock that why while your husband stood feet away, dirty little slut with a risk fetish," he teased, his finger slipping out of her ass with a soft pop, leaving her feeling empty and aching.
Elena looked up at him, her eyes hazy with post-orgasmic bliss and a touch of wicked admiration, a wry smile tugging at her swollen lips. "You’re a very naughty boy, Devon," she whispered, her voice thick with exhaustion and lingering lust, his brazen confidence, a man who’d just fucked her senseless with her husband at the door sending another pulse of arousal through her spent body, her pussy twitching emptily at the thought.
"Pounding me like that... God, it’s so wrong, but I’ve never cum so hard."
Across the room, Samantha stirred from her deep slumber, her eyes fluttering open slowly, her body still sprawled across the bed like a satisfied goddess, glistening with sweat and the remnants of her own climaxes, her pussy lips still parted and leaking. "What... what’d I miss?" she mumbled, her voice slurred with sleep, but the sight of Devon carrying Elena, her legs wrapped around his waist, her dress bunched around her waist, her pussy exposed and dripping with fresh cum, her face flushed with ecstasy, made her sit up abruptly, a spark of renewed hunger igniting in her hazel eyes, her nipples hardening instantly at the erotic view.
Devon’s smile widened, a predatory gleam flashing in his eyes as he carried Elena effortlessly to the bed, her arms wrapping around his neck as she launched herself at him again, kissing him fiercely, her tongue invading his mouth with a passion that spoke of her insatiable need, her body grinding against his still-hard cock, seeking more even in her exhaustion.
He dropped Elena onto the bed beside Samantha with a playful bounce, the mattress creaking under the impact, and Samantha reached out immediately, her hand grazing Elena’s thigh, fingers trailing up to brush her wet, sensitive pussy lips, making Elena gasp softly, her hips bucking involuntarily.
"You’re so fucking wet... he fucked you good, didn’t he?" Samantha murmured, her voice husky with awe and envy, her fingers dipping into Elena’s folds, circling her clit with slow, teasing strokes that made Elena moan, her body arching off the bed. Devon climbed onto the bed, positioning himself between them, his hands roaming their bodies with possessive greed, pinching Samantha’s hard nipples, twisting them until she yelped in pleasure-pain, squeezing Elena’s ass, spreading her cheeks to expose her still-winking asshole.
"We’re not done yet," he growled, his voice a low command that sent shivers through both women. "You both want this cock, don’t you? Still hard and ready for more of your tight holes."
Samantha nodded eagerly, her hand joining Elena’s on his shaft, their fingers intertwining in a slippery dance of pre-cum and arousal, stroking him together, the wet sounds filling the room as they pumped him in unison. Elena kissed him harder, her tongue battling his in a messy, saliva-slicked tangle, while Samantha leaned down, sucking his balls into her mouth one by one, her tongue lapping greedily at the salty skin, the musky flavor making her pussy clench with renewed need, her free hand fingering her own clit.