DON’T STOP (Lila and Darrell) novel Chapter 65

Chapter 65

Chapter 65

Bella

The first wave of my orgasm had barely crested when the aftershocks hit harder andreeaner like my body had decided one explosion wasn’t enough. My pussy clamped down on him in violent, rhythmic spasms, each squeeze pulling a fresh gush of wetness around his still-buried cock. I couldn’ontrol it anymore. I found my hips jerked against his grinding helpless chasing the fading sparks even as they built again into something sharper.

‘Oh fuck-oh fuck! Mr Black-” My voice cracked into a high, keening whine, words dissolving into nothing but breaitry sobs. My thighs locked so tight around his waist my calves cramped, heels digging into the small of his back like I was trying to fuse us together. Every twitch of his cock inside me, now thick and pulsing with the last of us release sent another ripping through my core. My walls fluttered wildly, milking him over and over, greedy even though he’d already filled ine dripping.

He groaned deep in his chest, the sound vibrating against my throat where his hand still held me pinned. Goodness will coming, huh? Fuck, feel that… your greedy little cunt won’t let me go.” His hips rolled in slow, torturous circles grinding the base of his cock against my oversensitive clit.

The friction was too much and too good, igniting fresh aftershocks that made my whole body seize. My back arched off the wall, bound wrists straining against the knotted shirt, shoulders burning as I tried to reach for him and couldn’t.

Another spasm hit, deeper this time. My pussy clenched so hard I felt every ridge, every vein of him drag against my fluttering walls. A broken moan tore out of me, loud and shameless, echoing in the room. “I can’t… I can’t stop… fuck. it’s too much-” Tears streamed fresh down my cheeks, mixing with sweat. My breasts heaved against his chest, nipples scraping his skin with every ragged breath. Slick heat leaked out around him, trickling down my arse, pooling where our bodies met

He tightened his grip on my throat, just enough to make my head spin, to make every sensation sharper, and leaned in. lips brushing my ear. “That’s it, baby. Ride it out. Milk every last drop while you shake for me.” His free hand slid down to grip my ass again, spreading me wider so he could push even deeper, holding himself buried to the hilt while my body convulsed around him.

The aftershocks kept coming relentlessly, overlapping each one stronger than the last until my legs trembled violently threatening to give out even with him holding me up. My clit throbbed in time with my heartbeat, swollen and raw, every tiny shift of his hips sending white-hot jolts straight up my spine. I was sobbing now-open-mouthed, wrecked-moans turning into pathetic little “please-please-please’s even though I didn’t know what I was begging for anymore

He hissed through his teeth, hips giving one last shallow thrust that dragged another long, shuddering spasm out of he “Fuck-look at you. Coming apart on my cock like a perfect little slut. St twitching… still dripping you’re geusia man he for anyone else.”

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My head fell forward against his shoulder, body limp and quivering, aftershocks still rolling shrough me in slow devastating waves. My pussy gave one final, weak flutter around hirn-squeezing, releasing, and squeezing agam-like it was trying to keep him forever. A soft, shattered whimper escaped me, barely audible.

He finally eased his hand from my throat, thumb stroking the red marks he’d lett as he pressed soft, possessive kisses aloitg my jaw. “Breathe, beautiful,” he murmured, voice rough but almost gentle now. “You did so tucking good

I could only nod small, and shakily, too ruined to speak, my body still trembling in his arms, pussy still faintly pulsu around him like it refused to believe it was over.

But even wrecked and boneless, one thought cut through the haze.

I’d beg for him to wreck me again in a heartbeat.

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7:46 am Pppp.

Chapter 65

the bathroom tiles felt cold under my bare feet even though the steam was already rising. Darrell turned the shower knob, and water hissed out hard, hitting the wall like sudden rain. He stepped in first, then held out his hand like I was some princess instead of… well, the.

I let him pull me under the spray.

Warm water pounded my shoulders, loosening the tightness I’d been carrying since I walked into this hotel room. His hands found my waist almost immediately-big, sure, and slippery now with soap. He didn’t ask, he just started washing me slow circles across my back, thumbs pressing into the knots near my spine like he knew exactly where I held stress. I closed my eyes and let my head tip forward, water streaming over my face.

When he turned me around, his mouth was already waiting. The kiss tasted like chlorine and mint and something faintly metallic-maybe just the adrenaline still buzzing between us. His tongue moved lazily but possessively, like he was claiming the parts of me his hands hadn’t reached yet. I kissed him back harder than I meant to Maybe I wanted to prove something Maybe I just wanted to feel something other than calculation for a minute.

His fingers slid lower, cupping, teasing, then pressing inside me again, gentle this time, almost careful. I gasped into his mouth, and he smiled against my lips like he’d won a prize. I hated how much I liked that sound coming from him.

We stayed like that until the water started to cool. Washing each other turned into touching, which turned into me stroking him slow and slick until he groaned low in his throat and spilled over my fist. He rested his forehead against mine after. breathing hard, saying nothing. For a few seconds it felt almost… tender. Dangerous thought. I pushed it away.

We stepped out, dripping. He handed me one of the thick white towels like it was normal. I dried off fast, avoiding my own reflection in the fogged mirror. Clothes went back on in silence-my sundress quite wrinkled. He watched every movement like he was memorizing me for later.

When I was dressed, he reached into his wallet, counted out the bills, then added three more. He pressed the stack into my palm and closed my fingers around it.

Next time,” he said, voice rough from earlier, “if you ride me real good, there’s more. A lot more.”

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