Hospital Debauchery-Chapter 200: Bride’s Mother

Her lips parted, the air itself turned thick, pressing down on her tongue.

Devon did not move at first. He simply rested the swollen head of his cock against the plush center of her lower lip, letting the weight of it sink in, letting her feel the heat radiating off him in waves.

Slowly, deliberately, he dragged the slick crown back and forth, painting her mouth in long, glossy strokes that left her lips shining with the mingled taste of Serena and himself.

The flavor coated the back of her throat before he had even pushed inside, and the scent alone, thick, sexual, unforgiving, slammed into her senses so hard her clit gave a vicious, involuntary pulse she felt all the way in her teeth.

He fed himself in one slow, relentless inch at a time.

The stretch was obscene. Her lips thinned and burned around his girth, spit already pooling hot and urgent beneath her tongue.

When the fat crown finally nudged the soft back of her throat, her gag reflex fluttered once, twice, then surrendered with a wet, filthy clench that rippled down the entire length of his shaft like a fist.

Devon’s answering groan was low and animal, vibrating through his chest, through the thick slabs of muscle in his thighs, straight into her palms where they rested against him.

She could feel his pulse inside her mouth, heavy, frantic, a second heartbeat lodged behind her teeth and beating in perfect time with the frantic drum between her own legs.

She tried to be delicate at first.

Small kitten licks, soft suction, the ghost of a woman pretending she still had dignity.

He allowed it for four heartbeats, no more.

His fist twisted brutally in the dark tangle of her hair and yanked her head back until only the glossy tip rested on her tongue.

Then he drove forward in one merciless thrust that buried him to the root. Her throat convulsed around him.

The wet choke was loud enough to drown the orchestra drifting up from downstairs. Spit flooded her mouth in a rush, spilled over her bottom lip in thick silver ropes that dripped off her chin and landed warm on the tops of her breasts.

The black silk soaked through instantly, turning transparent, clinging to her nipples until they stood dark and hard and shameless.

He set a punishing rhythm. 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

Each thrust punched the air from her lungs in broken, wet moans that vibrated around his cock like a second tongue.

The room filled with the slick slap of his hips against her face, the wet click of her throat opening and closing for him, the soft, rhythmic thud of his heavy balls against her chin.

Her mascara ran in hot black rivers that stung her eyes and tasted of salt and shame when they reached her swollen lips.

Spit and pre-cum painted her chin, her throat, the tops of her breasts in glossy streaks that caught the chandelier light and glittered like liquid diamonds.

She could feel every vein, every ridge, every throb as he used her mouth.

She could taste the faint sweetness of Serena still clinging to the underside of his shaft, could feel the slick remnants of her daughter’s arousal smeared across her tongue with every thrust.

The knowledge should have horrified her. Instead, it made her cunt clench so hard a fresh gush of wetness soaked through the lace between her legs.

Then she decided she was done being gentle.

Her hands clamped down on his thighs, nails carving deep red crescents into muscle.

She swallowed him down in one smooth, ruthless glide until her nose crushed against the coarse hair at his base and the scent of him, sweat, sex, Serena, raw man, flooded her sinuses so completely the room spun.

Her throat worked around him in deliberate swallows, milking the head until his thighs shook and a guttural "Jesus fucking Christ" tore out of him like a curse and a prayer at once.

She pulled back only to plunge again, faster, harder, lips sealed tight, cheeks hollowed until they burned.

Her tongue never stopped: flattening hard against the underside on every upstroke, flicking the sensitive frenulum until his hips jerked forward involuntarily, swirling wet, filthy circles around the crown before she sank again and took him deeper than before.

She used her hands like weapons.

One twisted in a tight, slick spiral at the base, stroking in perfect counter-rhythm to her mouth.

The other cupped his balls, heavy and drawn up so tight they felt like hot stone in her palm.

She rolled them gently, then tugged down hard enough to make him snarl.

Released them only to take one into the wet heat of her mouth, sucking until the skin pulled taut and shiny, humming low so the vibration shot straight up his spine and made his cock jerk against her cheek. She traced the seam with the tip of her tongue, dipped lower, pressed hard behind them until his knees buckled and his grip in her hair turned punishing.

Spit poured from her mouth in glistening strands, dripping off his shaft, coating her chest, sliding down between her breasts in warm rivulets that cooled instantly in the air and made her nipples tighten to painful, aching points.

She edged him for what felt like hours.

Brought him to the brink where his cock swelled impossibly thicker in her throat, where his breath came in ragged animal sounds and his hips snapped forward without permission.

Then she pulled back at the very last second to lick lazy, teasing circles until he was shaking with it, cursing her name like it was the only word he still knew.

She took him deep again, held him there, swallowed around him until her throat spasmed and tears streamed down her face.

She pulled off with a wet pop and immediately sucked both balls into her mouth at once, tongue working between them, cheeks hollowed, humming until his entire body shuddered.

She released them only to drag her tongue in one long, filthy stripe from base to tip, then swallowed him down again.

She did it over and over.

Deep throat.

Pull back.

Lick.

Suck.

Tease.

Edge.

Worship.

Minutes blurred into an eternity of wet heat and desperate sounds.

When he finally snapped, he hauled her up by the hair so hard her scalp stung.

Her lips were swollen to twice their size, slick and red and trembling.

Spit and pre-cum painted her chin, her throat, the tops of her breasts in glossy streaks that caught the light like liquid diamonds.

He spun her so fast the room blurred.

The edge of the bed slammed into her hips with a bruising thud. Cool air hit the soaked lace between her legs and she gasped at the sudden shock of it.

Her cunt was so wet the delicate fabric had fused to her folds, outlining every swollen inch in obscene detail.

Devon dragged the ruined dress up to her waist in one violent motion and the sound that left him was almost inhuman.

"Fuck. Look at this greedy little cunt."

The lace was dark, utterly saturated, clinging transparent.

He could see her lips through it, flushed dark rose, glistening, clenching visibly around nothing.

The scent hit him like a drug, sharp, sweet, desperate. He hooked one thick finger under the string at her hip and snapped it like thread.

The soaked scrap fell away and cool air kissed her bare, dripping flesh so intensely she whimpered and her knees buckled.

His palm cracked across her ass without warning. The sting bloomed instant and white-hot, skin rippling under the impact.

Again.

Again.

Again.

Each slap louder, harder, until her ass glowed angry red and the pain melted into a deep, throbbing heat that pulsed straight to her clit.

Tears pricked her eyes, but her hips pushed back greedily for more, chasing the next blow like an addict.

He spread her open with rough thumbs and just stared. Her cunt fluttered under his gaze, a fresh gush of slick dripping down her thighs in slow, obscene trails that cooled instantly against her skin. The scent was dizzying: musky, sweet, pure sex.

Devon flipped her onto her back.

The sheets were still damp from earlier, cool and sticky against her burning skin.

He fell on her breasts like a starving man. Mouth latched onto one nipple and sucked so hard the pull shot lightning straight between her legs.

Teeth scraped the tender peak, tongue lashed, hand kneading the other breast until the nipple stood hard and wet and aching.

He bit down just enough to make her scream, then soothed the sting with slow, wet circles of his tongue that made her sob his name.

Lower.

Lower.

His stubble scraped the soft skin of her stomach, leaving faint red trails that burned deliciously.

When he finally settled between her thighs and spread her wide, the first slow lick from entrance to clit tore a broken sob from her throat.

He tasted her like he was dying of thirst: broad, flat strokes that gathered every drop, then quick, precise flicks over her clit that made her hips jerk off the mattress and her hands fist in his hair.

Two fingers slid inside her with no resistance, just wet, welcoming heat that sucked him in greedily.

He curled them, stroked that spot that made her vision spark white at the edges, and sealed his mouth over her clit.

The pressure was perfect, relentless.

Her thighs clamped around his head, heels digging into his back, but he did not stop.

Added a third finger, stretching her open, pumping deep and fast while his tongue never lost its wicked rhythm.

He pulled back only to growl against her soaked folds, "Kiss me, now," before crushing his mouth to hers.

She tasted herself and the wrongness of it sent her spiraling. She kissed him like she was drowning: teeth clashing, tongue sliding desperate and wet, moaning into his mouth like she could crawl inside him and never leave.

Back between her legs, he devoured her.

Fingers slamming deep, mouth mercilessly sucking her clit until it throbbed against his tongue, grazing it with his teeth just enough to make her scream his name.

The wet sounds were obscene, fingers plunging, tongue lashing, her slick coating his chin, dripping down his wrist in glistening rivulets.

Her orgasm hit like a seizure.

It started deep in her belly, coiled tighter and tighter until it snapped. Her back bowed off the bed so violently that the headboard slammed the wall with a crack.

A raw, guttural scream ripped from her throat as her pussy clamped down on his fingers in rhythmic, brutal pulses.

Wave after wave crashed through her: hips bucking wildly, thighs shaking uncontrollably, wetness flooding his hand, his mouth, soaking the sheets beneath her ass in a hot, shameless flood.

Her vision whited out completely, breath hitching on silent sobs, every muscle locked in exquisite, endless spasm.

He worked her through it, tongue soft now, lapping gently at her over-sensitized clit until the last tremor faded and she collapsed, boneless and gasping, chest heaving, limbs trembling.

Only then did he crawl up her body, kissing her slow and deep, letting her taste the full, filthy mess she had made on his tongue.

Marianne’s hands clawed at his back, nails raking fresh lines down his spine.

Her legs wrapped around his waist, heels digging hard into the small of his back like she could pull him inside her through sheer will alone.

Her voice was wrecked, raw, nothing left but pure, aching need.

"Devon... please. Fuck me. Now. Please."