DON’T STOP (Lila and Darrell) novel Chapter 85

Loving her curves 85

Loving her curves 85

Darrell

She was close. I could feel it in the way her thighs trembled around my waist, the way her cunt fluttered and tightened with every slow, deep thrust. Her breath hitched against my lips, short and desperate. Her nails dug sharp crescents into my shoulders. I wanted to push her over the edge right then, watch her shatter beneath me, but I held back. I wanted more of her like this–open, needy, completely fucking mine in the quiet storm of the rain outside.

I pulled out slowly. She gave a soft whine of protest. Her legs stayed locked around me for a second, heels pressing into my back like she didn’t want to let go. I kissed her once, deep and lingering, then slid my arms under her thighs and lifted her off the bed in one smooth motion. She gasped. Her arms flew around my neck. Her legs tightened instinctively around my hips.

“Darrell-”

I carried her the few steps to the small wooden desk against the wall. Rain streaked the window behind it. Lightning flashed once in the distance and illuminated her face. Her eyes were wide, lips swollen, and cheeks flushed dark pink. Ise her down on the edge of the desk. The wood was cool against her bare skin. She shivered again, but not from the cold. Her thighs parted wider, welcoming me back between them.

I stepped in close. My cock nudged her entrance again, still slick from her, still hard and throbbing. I didn’t push in yet. Instead, I kissed her slowly and filthily, my tongue sliding deep while my hands roamed. I cupped her tits first. My thumbs circled her nipples until they hardened even more under my touch. Then lower, my palms glided over the soft curve of her stomach, fingers tracing her ribs, dipping into the hollow of her waist. I gripped her hips. My thumbs pressed into the sensitive skin just above her pelvis, holding her exactly where I wanted her.

She moaned into my mouth. Her hips rocked forward, trying to take me inside. I smiled against her lips and teased her entrance with the head of my cock, rubbing slow circles over her clit, coating myself in her dripping wetness.

“Please,” she breathed. “I need you.”

I kissed her harder, my teeth grazing her bottom lip, tongue claiming every inch of her mouth while I reached for the towel still on the floor. I grabbed it quickly, twisted one end into a makeshift rope, and looped it around her wrists. I pulled her arms behind her back and tied the towel loosely but firmly to the desk drawer handle behind her. She gasped, her eyes widening, but she didn’t protest. Her tits thrust forward with the position, nipples begging.

“Fuck, look at you,” I growled low, stepping back a little to look at that face. “All tied up and dripping for my cock. Such a perfect little slut.”

She moaned at the words, hips twitching. I stepped between her spread thighs again. My cock nudged her soaked entrance. I rubbed the head through her folds, coating myself in her slick, then/pushed in slowly, letting her feel every thick inch stretch her open. She cried out, head falling back, wrists tugging against the towel restraint.

I bottomed out and buried myself to the hilt. I held still for a second to let her adjust and let us both feel it. Her cunt fluttered around me, hot and tight and so fucking wet. I kissed her again slowly and deeply, then started to move.

I went so hard and deep that the desk creaked under us with every thrust. I/gripped her hips, thumbs digging into the soft flesh, holding her in place while I fucked her. My mouth found her neck again–kissing, licking, and sucking a dark mark just below her ear. She whimpered, body arching into mine, tits pressing against my chest.

My hands kept roaming, sliding up her sides, thumbs brushing the undersides of her breasts, pinching her nipples hard enough to make her gasp. Then down again to grip her ass, lifting her slightly so I could drive even deeper. The angle was perfect. Every thrust dragged my cock over her g–spot. My pelvis ground against her clit. She was dripping everywhere- wet, filthy sounds filling the room with every slide in and out, mixing with her moans and the relentless rain outside. “Fuck, your cunt is so tight,” I groaned against her throat. “Soaking my cock like a greedy little whore. You love being filled, don’t you? Love being tied up and fucked like this.”

She answered with a broken moan. One hand tugged at the towel binding her wrists. Her other arm wrapped around my neck, holding me close as I fucked her–steady, powerful, the desk rocking beneath her.

I kissed her again, messy and desperate, our tongues tangling while my hips snapped forward. My hands slid up her back. My fingers dug into her shoulder blades and pulled her flush against me so her tits crushed to my chest. I could feel her heartbeat thundering against mine fast and so wild, matching the rhythm of my thrusts.

Bella was trembling, her thighs shaking against the belt restraint, walls fluttering harder. I didn’t let up. I kept the pace deep and, relentlessly, grinding against her clit with every stroke, feeling her climb higher.

She was close. I could feel it in the way her thighs quivered the more around my waist, the way her cunt spasmed and clamped down like a vice with every slow, punishing thrust. Her breath came in frantic little sobs against my mouth. Her

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nails raked bloody trails down my back. I wanted to shove her over the edge right then I wanted to watch her shatter watch her scream my name until her voice broke, but I held back. I wanted to drag it out I wanted her to feel every filthy second of it.

I fucked her harder. Deeper. The desk groaned under us, wood creaking with every brutal snap of my hips My cock slammed into her g–spot relentlessly, pelvis grinding against her swollen clit until she was shaking violently Her wails pulsed, fluttered, then locked down so tight I could barely move inside her.

She came undone.

A raw, guttural scream ripped from her throat. Her back bowed off the desk like she’d been electrocuted. Her toes curled s0 hard they cramped against my lower back. Her cunt convulsed in violent, rhythmic spasms, squeezing my cock like it was trying to milk every drop out of me. She gushed hard, with hot, slick floods of her release soaking my shaft, dripping dowry my balls, and pooling on the wood beneath her ass. Her whole body seized, her thighs clamping my hips in a death grip/ hips bucking wildly, tits bouncing with the force of her orgasm. Her eyes rolled back. Her mouth fell open in a silent wail that turned into broken, sobbing moans.

“Darrell… fuck. Oh god. don’t stop-”

I didn’t. I fucked her through it hard, drawing out every tremor, every pulse, every desperate clench until she was whimpering, oversensitive, hips jerking away even as her cunt tried to pull me deeper.

Then she gasped, eyes flying open wide.

“I didn’t take any contraceptives,” she panted, voice wrecked and hoarse.

The words slammed into me like ice and fire. I yanked out fast, but slow enough not to hurt her but quick enough to obey. My cock throbbed, glistening with her cum, veins pulsing, pre–cum beading at the tip.

I lifted her off the desk. Her legs were jelly. I brought her down to her knees on the carpet in front of me. She looked up, her hands still tied, her eyes glassy, lips swollen and shiny with spit, cheeks flushed crimson. I wrapped my fist around my shaft and rubbed the head across her tongue slowly, painting her lips with the taste of her own orgasm.

She moaned low and opened wider. I slid into her mouth. I went shallow at first, then deeper. Her tongue swirled around me, hot and eager. I fucked her mouth slowly, carefully, and controlled, watching her take every inch. Her throat worked around the head on every push. Spit dripped down her chin, coated my balls, and ran in thick strings to her tits.

“Fuck… Bella… look at you,” I groaned. “Taking my cock like my perfect little slut. Swallow me.”

I pulled out with a wet pop, stroked myself hard and fast, my fist flying, and I came.

Thick, hot ropes erupted across her tongue, her lips, and her chin. I groaned rough and deep, hips jerking with every violent pulse. She kept her mouth open, catching what she could, swallowing greedily/The rest splattered her neck, dripped between her breasts, and ran in sticky trails down her stomach. She looked completely wrecked–beautiful, filthy, covered

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