Kapitel 6: Chapter 4.5 - Makima~❤️
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The room was thick with the scent of whiskey and the warm, heady aroma of Makima's perfume. The soft hum of the TV in the background was barely noticeable over the sound of our heavy breathing and the clinking of glasses. I had lost count of how many shots we'd downed, but the world was pleasantly fuzzy around the edges, and Makima's eyes were sparkling with mischief.
"Another round?" she purred, her voice low and sultry, as she leaned in closer, her lips dangerously close to mine.
"Why not?" I replied, my voice rough with desire. I could feel the heat radiating off her body, the way her breath ghosted over my skin, sending shivers down my spine.
She poured the amber liquid into our glasses, her movements languid and deliberate. We clinked our glasses together, the sound sharp and clear, and downed the contents in one swift motion. The burn of the whiskey was a welcome distraction from the fire building between us.
Makima's hand found its way to my thigh, her fingers tracing lazy circles on the fabric of my jeans. I swallowed hard, my heart pounding in my chest. She leaned in closer, her lips brushing against my ear.
"You're so tense," she whispered, her breath hot against my skin.
"Let me help you relax."
Before I could respond, her lips were on mine, soft and demanding. I groaned into the kiss, my hands finding their way to her hips, pulling her closer. The world narrowed down to the feel of her lips, the taste of her, the way her body pressed against mine.
Her tongue slipped into my mouth, exploring, teasing. I could feel the heat pooling low in my belly, the need building with every passing second. I deepened the kiss, my hands roaming over her back, feeling the curve of her spine, the dip of her waist.
Makima pulled back, her eyes dark with desire.
"Let's take this to the bedroom," she murmured, her voice thick with lust.
I nodded, my body thrumming with need. We stumbled to our feet, our hands never leaving each other, and made our way to the bedroom. The cool air hit my skin as I kicked off my shoes and stripped off my shirt, my eyes never leaving Makima's.
She stood in the doorway, her eyes raking over my body, a slow, predatory smile spreading across her lips.
"You're all mine," she said, her voice a low growl.
I stepped closer, my hands reaching for her, pulling her into my arms.
"And you're all mine," I replied, my voice rough with desire.
She let out a soft moan as I kissed her neck, my hands roaming over her body, feeling the curve of her breasts, the dip of her waist. I could feel the heat radiating off her, the way her body trembled under my touch.
Makima's hands found their way to my belt, unbuckling it with practiced ease. She pushed my jeans down, her hands trailing over my hips, her fingers brushing against the waistband of my boxers.
"You're so hard," she whispered, her voice thick with desire.
"I want you inside me."
I groaned, my body thrumming with need. I pushed her down onto the bed, my hands roaming over her body, feeling the curve of her breasts, the dip of her waist. I could feel the heat pooling low in my belly, the need building with every passing second.
Makima's hands found their way to my belt, unbuckling it with practiced ease. She pushed my jeans down, her hands trailing over my hips.
Her fingers were relentless, slipping under the waistband of my boxers, teasing the sensitive skin just above my erection. I bit back a groan, my breath hitching as her touch sent electric shocks through my body. She looked up at me, her eyes dark and hungry, and I knew she was in control, even if she didn't realize it yet.
"Take off your clothes," I commanded, my voice rough and demanding.
"I want to see you."
Makima's eyes widened for a split second, but then she smiled, a slow, wicked grin that sent a thrill down my spine. She stood up, her movements graceful and deliberate, and began to undress. First, her jacket fell to the floor, then her shirt, revealing the lacy black bra that barely contained her ample breasts. She unzipped her skirt, letting it pool at her feet, and stepped out of it, leaving her in nothing but the bra and matching panties.
I watched, my breath coming faster, as she reached behind her back and unhooked the bra, letting it fall to the floor. Her breasts were perfect, full and firm, with dark nipples that hardened under my gaze. She stood there, completely exposed, her eyes locked on mine, daring me to make the next move.
"Lie down," I ordered, my voice barely controlled.
"And spread your legs."
Makima obeyed, her eyes never leaving mine as she lay back on the bed and opened her legs, giving me a perfect view of her glistening, wet pussy. I could see the pulse of her desire, the way her body trembled with anticipation.
I knelt between her legs, my hands on her thighs, spreading them wider. I leaned down, my mouth hovering just above her clit, and blew a soft breath over it. Makima gasped, her hips bucking up, and I knew I had her exactly where I wanted her.
"You like that?" I asked, my voice a low, teasing growl.
"Yes," she breathed, her hands reaching for my head, pulling me closer.
I took my time, teasing her with my tongue, flicking it over her clit, circling it, drawing out her pleasure. Her moans filled the room, her body arching up, seeking more. I could feel the tension building in her, the way her hips bucked with each stroke of my tongue.
"Please," she begged, her voice breaking.
"I need... I need you inside me."
I pulled back, my eyes locking with hers.
"Not yet," I said, my voice rough with desire.
"I want you to beg for it."
Makima's eyes darkened with frustration, but she nodded, her hands gripping the sheets.
"Please," she whispered, her voice trembling.
"Please, I need you inside me. I need to feel you."
I didn't need to be told twice. I positioned myself between her legs, my cock hard and throbbing, and lined it up with her entrance. I pushed in slowly, inch by inch, feeling the tightness of her pussy gripping me, pulling me deeper.
Makima cried out, her nails digging into my back, her body arching up to meet mine. I could feel the heat of her, the way her muscles clenched around me, and I knew I wasn't going to last long.
I started to move, thrusting in and out, my hips slamming into hers with a rhythm that matched the pounding of my heart. Makima's moans filled the room, her body trembling with each thrust, her hands gripping my shoulders, pulling me closer.
"Harder," she begged, her voice breaking.
"Please, harder."
I complied with her desperate plea, increasing the force of my thrusts, filling her completely with every stroke. The sound of our bodies colliding filled the room, a symphony of lust and passion. Her legs wrapped around my waist, pulling me deeper, her heels digging into my back as I drove into her, our hips moving in perfect sync. The whiskey had lowered our inhibitions, and we were nothing but a tangle of desire, our bodies speaking a language of raw, primal need.
Makima's moans grew louder, her eyes squeezed shut, and her breath came in ragged gasps. Her nails scored down my back, leaving a trail of fire, as she urged me on, her hips rising to meet my every thrust. I could feel her tightening around me, her body preparing for the climax that was quickly approaching.
Her scent was intoxicating, a sweet musk that filled my nose and only served to drive me wilder. I leaned down, capturing one of her nipples between my teeth, biting down gently, making her cry out. Her back arched off the bed, pushing her breasts upwards, offering herself to me. I sucked and bit, alternating between the two, drawing out her pleasure until she was writhing beneath me.
My own release was building, the pressure in my balls growing to almost unbearable levels. I knew I couldn't hold on much longer. I reached down, my thumb finding her clit, and began to rub it in tight circles, matching the rhythm of my thrusts. Her body tensed, her muscles tightening around me, and with one final, deep plunge, she shattered, her orgasm crashing over her in waves, her nails digging into my skin, her screams echoing in my ears.
The feel of her pussy contracting around me was too much. I let go, my own climax ripping through me like a storm, my hips bucking wildly as I emptied myself inside her.
Her legs were still trembling from the intensity of her orgasm as I pulled out, leaving her pussy wet and gaping. My cock was still hard, still desperate for more, and I knew exactly how to give it to her. I leaned over her, my face hovering just above her heaving chest, and grabbed her by the jaw, forcing her to look up at me. Her eyes were glazed with lust, her lips swollen from our earlier kisses.
"Now," I growled,
"it's my turn."
Without another word, I pushed my cock back into her mouth, filling it completely. Makima's eyes widened in surprise, but she took it eagerly, her tongue swirling around the head, tasting herself on me. I began to fuck her face, my hips moving in deep, hard thrusts that had her choking and gagging on my length. Her cheeks hollowed out with each suck, her throat working to accommodate me. The salty taste of her on my cock only spurred me on, my need for release growing more urgent with every second.
Her hands clutched at the sheets, her nails digging into the fabric as I held her head in place, moving in and out with a ferocity that bordered on punishment. The room was filled with the obscene sounds of our bodies colliding, the wet, sloppy noises of her mouth taking me in, the harsh grunts that escaped my throat with every thrust.
I could feel myself getting closer, my balls tightening, and I knew it wouldn't be long now. I picked up the pace, driving into her throat, her eyes watering, her nose pressed against my pelvis. And then, with one final, brutal thrust, I came, my hot seed spurting down her throat, filling her mouth with the taste of me.
Makima swallowed, her eyes never leaving mine, and when I finally pulled out, she licked her lips, a satisfied smile playing on her face. "Good girl," I murmured, my voice still thick with lust.
With the heady scent of our mingled arousal filling the air, I flipped Makima onto her hands and knees, her ass high in the air, the perfect target for my still-throbbing cock. She let out a low moan of anticipation, her eyes gleaming with excitement as she looked back at me over her shoulder.
I couldn't resist the temptation any longer. Grabbing her hips, I lined up my cock with her wet, welcoming entrance and pushed in, feeling her tighten around me once more. She was so wet, so eager for me, that I slid in easily, her pussy clenching around me like a warm, velvety fist.
I began to pound into her from behind, the sound of our flesh slapping together filling the room, punctuated by her gasps and cries of pleasure. Her ass jiggled with every thrust, the cheeks reddening from the force of my hips slamming into her. Her moans grew louder, more desperate, as I hit that spot deep inside her that made her see stars. She pushed back into me, her body begging for more, and I gave it to her, driving in harder and deeper.
The feel of her tightening around me, the way her pussy walls contracted and released, was pure bliss. I could feel her climax building again, the way her body tensed and quivered, and I knew I wasn't far behind. Reaching around, I found her clit, already swollen and sensitive, and began to rub it in tight circles as I continued to fuck her from behind.
Makima's eyes squeezed shut, her mouth open in a silent scream, as she came for the second time, her body shaking and convulsing with pleasure. The sight of her like this, lost in ecstasy, was too much for me to handle. I grabbed her hips, my grip tight, and thrust into her one last time, my orgasm tearing through me like a hurricane, my cock pulsing with every spurt of cum deep inside her.
Once I pulled out and caught my breath looking down as my semen leaked out. Will she get pregnant? I'll just slow down the ovulation and prevent it from getting fertilized.
"Hmm…it's my turn to have control."
I couldn't resist the seductive command in Makima's voice as she told me to relax and lie back. She was a vision of carnality, her body flushed and glistening with sweat, her eyes still dark with desire. She straddled me, her own need unabated despite our earlier climaxes.
I felt her wetness, the warmth of her arousal coating my thighs as she positioned herself over my still-hard cock. The sight of her dripping with my cum only made me harder, and I watched with rapt attention as she lowered herself onto me, inch by delicious inch, her pussy enveloping me in a tight, wet embrace.
She threw her head back, her long hair cascading down her back, and began to ride me with an enthusiasm that took my breath away. Each bounce of her hips sent a shockwave of pleasure through my body, her slick walls clenching around me in a symphony of sensation.
Her breasts bounced with each movement, and I couldn't help but reach up to squeeze them, to feel their weight in my hands, to pinch her nipples and watch her react with a moan that was music to my ears.
Her pussy was a vice around my cock, a slick, velvety sheath that milked me with every thrust. The feeling of her riding me, her inner muscles contracting and releasing, was more than I could handle, and I knew it wouldn't be long before I was lost in the abyss of pleasure once more.
Makima's movements grew more urgent as she rode me, her hips rolling in a sensual dance that had me on the edge of oblivion. Her hands roamed over her own body, teasing her nipples, tracing the curves of her waist, and then sliding down to grip my cock, guiding it deeper inside her with every thrust. The sight of her in control, her body moving in a symphony of desire, was intoxicating, and I watched with a mix of awe and lust as she brought us both closer to the brink.
Her pussy was tight and wet, her juices mixing with my own, creating a slippery, warm cocoon that only served to heighten the intensity of every sensation. I could feel the tension coiling in my balls, the pressure building, and knew that I was about to explode.
"Fuck me harder," she moaned, her voice a siren's call, and I responded, my hands digging into her hips as I bucked up to meet her.
The crescendo of pleasure grew unbearable, our bodies moving in a frenzied dance of desire. Makima's moans grew louder, her movements more erratic, and I knew she was close. I reached up, grabbing her breasts in a firm grip, using them to steady her as I thrust up into her, each movement punctuated by the slap of our flesh. She leaned forward, her hands on my chest, her nails digging in as she ground herself down onto me, her hips moving in a circular motion that had me seeing stars.
The sensation was exquisite, a delicious torture that had me on the edge of the precipice. And then, with a final, desperate cry, she shattered around me, her orgasm clenching down on my cock like a vise, pulling me over the edge with her. I roared, my body tightening as I came, filling her with my hot, sticky cum. The room spun as we rode the waves of pleasure together, our bodies entwined, our hearts racing.
As the intensity began to wane, Makima collapsed onto my chest, her breath coming in panting gasps, her body slick with sweat. Our hearts pounded in sync, our bodies still connected, our breathing ragged and uneven. The aftermath of our passion was a heady mix of satisfaction and exhaustion, and for a moment, we lay there, basking in the warm glow of our shared release.
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