Hospital Debauchery-Chapter 209: Uninvited Visitor II

When Eleanor whispered those words, "You’re so hard, honey. Do you want to fuck me now?"—her voice husky and needy, thick with sleep and raw want—Devon felt a surge of heat rush through him, straight to his groin, making his cock jump and leak more, the wetness smearing against her ass as she pressed back.

The words hung in the air, innocent and dirty at the same time, her thinking it was her husband, her voice breaking a little on the last word from the need.

A smile curved his lips, dark and satisfied, but he didn’t say a word.

He didn’t have to.

His body would do all the talking, every touch a sentence, every thrust a promise, his cock already aching to bury itself inside her.

Instead, he let his hand slide higher, fingers hooking under the hem of her nightgown, raising it even further with agonizing slowness.

The silk whispered against her skin as it rose, the sound like a soft sigh, exposing more of her stomach inch by inch, the smooth plane of her belly rising and falling with her breaths, the cute dip of her navel where he wanted to lick, the soft underside of her breasts where they spilled out from the fallen strap, the nipples hard and poking through the fabric.

He pushed it up until it gathered just below her chest, leaving her almost bare from the waist down, the lace panties the only thing between him and her pussy, the fabric dark and soaked, clinging to every fold like it was begging to be pulled aside.

Eleanor shifted closer to him, her body responding on instinct, pressing back against his heat, her ass nestling tighter into his groin, feeling the hard length of his cock press between her cheeks, the thickness rubbing against her through the lace.

Her eyes stayed closed, lashes fluttering against her cheeks, lost in the haze of sleep and desire, thinking this was Richard waking up with sudden energy, ready to give her what she had begged for earlier, her pussy already throbbing from the tease.

She let out a soft sigh, her legs parting just a little more, the movement opening her up, the inner thighs soft and warm, inviting him to do whatever he wanted, her hand still on her breast, squeezing lightly as if encouraging the dream to continue, her fingers pinching the nipple and pulling a tiny gasp from her lips, her back arching a bit to push her ass harder against him.

Devon took his time, every second drawn out, his breath steady against her neck.

He raised one of her legs slightly, his large hand wrapping around her thigh, skin hot and rough against her smooth flesh, lifting it just enough to open her up to him from behind, the air hitting her exposed pussy and making her shiver.

The movement was slow, deliberate, giving her body time to adjust, her knee bending as he draped her leg over his own, the inner thigh soft and warm against his hip, her pussy lips parting slightly from the spread.

His cock pressed harder against her ass, the thick shaft sliding between her cheeks through the thin lace, the heat of it radiating through the fabric, the vein along the underside pulsing against her skin.

He rocked his hips once, barely, letting her feel the full length rub against her, the head catching on the edge of her panties, pushing the lace into her wetness, the friction making her clit throb.

His free hand moved to her pussy, fingers tracing the lace-covered mound with feather-light touches, feeling the warmth seeping through, the faint dampness already there from her earlier frustration, the fabric sticking to her swollen lips like it was glued.

He rubbed her slowly, palm flat against her, pressing in gentle circles that made the lace slide against her sensitive skin, the friction building heat, making her clit swell and ache under the touch, her juices leaking more.

The fabric grew wetter under his hand, sticking to her skin, outlining every fold, the lace dark and soaked.

He slipped a finger under the edge, pulling the lace to the side just enough to expose her, the cool air hitting her wet pussy and making her shiver, her clit hardening further in the breeze, the lips puffy and glistening.

His fingers dipped in, gliding through her slick folds, spreading the wetness up and down, coating her clit before circling it with the pad of his thumb, slow and firm, feeling it swell under his touch, the nub pulsing with every circle.

Slow, lazy strokes that built the heat gradually, making her hips twitch, her pussy leaking more, dripping down to wet the sheet below, the scent of her arousal filling the air, musky and sweet and intoxicating.

He teased her entrance, finger circling the rim, dipping in just the tip, feeling the tight ring clench around him, then pulling out, over and over, until she was soaking his hand, her arousal dripping down her thigh, the wetness making his fingers slide easy.

Eleanor moaned softly, her body arching back into him, the pleasure building like a wave she couldn’t see coming, her pussy aching, clenching, ready for more, her ass grinding back against his cock for friction.

Her pussy clenched around nothing, aching for more, the foreplay dragging on until she was practically soaked, the lace panties ruined and sticky, the sheet beneath her damp and warm.

"Please," she whispered, eyes still closed, voice breathy and desperate, her hips grinding back, her hand squeezing her breast harder.

"Fuck me, honey. I want you now more than ever."

Devon didn’t rush, letting the words hang, his cock throbbing against her, the head leaking more pre-cum.

He shifted her leg higher, bending her knee more, opening her fully from behind, her pussy exposed completely, lips parted and glistening in the moonlight, the inner pink wet and inviting.

His cock throbbed against her, the head nudging her entrance, slick with his own pre-cum, the vein along the underside pulsing hot.

He aligned himself slowly, pressing the thick tip against her pussy lips, rubbing up and down her slit to coat himself in her wetness, the head sliding through her folds, bumping her clit, making her gasp and buck.

Then, with infinite patience, he pushed in—just the head at first, feeling her tight entrance stretch around him, the ring of muscle giving way slow, clenching around the crown.

She was so wet, but he was big, thicker than she was used to, and her body resisted at first, clenching tight around the intrusion, the stretch burning sharp.

He held still, letting her adjust, his hand on her hip steadying her as her pussy fluttered around the head, trying to pull him in deeper, the walls rippling.

Eleanor’s body jerked, a sharp moan escaping her lips, a mix of pain and pleasure ripping through her like a hot knife, making her toes curl and her back arch.

It felt like she was being split open, the stretch burning in the best way, her walls gripping him like a vise, squeezing the head so tight it hurt good.

She gasped, her hand tightening on her breast, pinching her nipple hard as the sensation washed over her, sending sparks down to her pussy, making it gush more wetness.

"Honey," she breathed, eyes still squeezed shut, "did you take the pill again? Why is it this huge... or was it that dick enlargement thing you tried?"

Her voice was half-laugh, half-moan, still lost in the dream that this was Richard, her body pushing back to take more despite the burn, her pussy clenching to pull him in.

Devon almost chuckled out loud, the sound catching in his throat, a low rumble he swallowed back, his cock twitching inside her from the amusement, making her gasp again.

The irony was delicious, but he kept silent, letting her believe a little longer, his hand stroking her thigh to soothe, fingers tracing circles on the soft skin.

He pushed in another inch, slow as molasses, feeling her pussy stretch around him, the tight heat sucking him in, her walls rippling as they adjusted to the thickness, the burn intense for her, a sharp edge that made her toes curl and her breath hitch.

He rocked gently, tiny movements, in and out just that little bit, letting her juices coat him more, making the slide easier, her pussy getting wetter with each shallow thrust, the wetness squelching softly.

Her breath came in short pants, her hips tilting back to take him deeper, the pain melting away into a warm, throbbing bliss that made her toes curl and her fingers dig into the sheet, her pussy fluttering around him.

Gradually, so gradually, her body gave in, the muscles relaxing, her pussy softening around him, the stretch turning from pain to pure pleasure.

The faint pain that had gripped her at first was gone, replaced by complete, total pleasure, a fullness that filled every empty place inside her, making her feel stretched and owned and so good she moaned louder.

She relaxed around him, her pussy softening, welcoming the slow thrust as he pushed deeper, inch by inch, until he was halfway in, her walls hugging him tight, pulsing with every heartbeat, the head rubbing her inner walls.

She moaned low and long, her hand sliding down from her breast to press against her stomach, as if she could feel the bulge of him there, the pressure building like a storm inside her, making her clit throb harder.

Devon started the rhythm then, slow and steady, pulling out almost to the tip, feeling her pussy clench to keep him in, the lips dragging along his shaft, wet and tight, then pushing back in with the same unhurried pace, bottoming out a little deeper each time, the head bumping her cervix lightly.

From behind, the position let him control everything, his hand on her thigh holding her leg up, his cock sliding deep, hitting spots that made her gasp and whimper, the vein along his shaft rubbing her walls with every thrust.

He ground against her ass with each thrust, the slap of skin soft and wet, her juices coating his balls, dripping down her thigh and onto the sheet, the scent of sex filling the room.

Eleanor rocked back to meet him, her moans growing louder, the pleasure coursing through her like fire in her veins, making her skin flush hot, her pussy gushing more with each slide.

It was unlike anything she had ever felt, the slow build making her body tremble, her pussy clenching around him with every slide, milking him for more, her clit aching for touch.

He shifted them after a while, rolling her onto her back with gentle strength, never pulling out, his cock staying buried deep as he moved between her legs in missionary, his body covering hers, chest pressing to her tits.

Richard snored on beside them, oblivious, the bed barely creaking under Devon’s careful weight, his snores covering her growing moans.

Eleanor wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, her heels digging into his ass, her nails raking his back as he thrust slow and hard, bottoming out with each push, the head of his cock kissing her cervix, sending jolts of pleasure-pain through her that made her cry out.

Her pussy stretched around him, the wet sounds filling the room, squelching with every thrust, her juices soaking the sheets, running down her ass and pooling beneath her.

She was in hell and heaven at the same time, the pleasure so intense it hurt, her body shaking, moans loud and unrestrained, filling the quiet space, her voice breaking on each one, "Oh god, honey, yes."

The fucking raged on, slow at first, then building, his hips pounding into her harder, skin slapping skin loud and wet, her tits bouncing with each thrust, nipples hard and red from his earlier attention, rubbing against his chest.

He leaned down, sucking one nipple into his mouth, teeth grazing the sensitive tip, tongue swirling around it, sucking hard while his hand pinched the other, rolling it between fingers, the dual sensation making her arch off the bed, her pussy clenching tighter around his cock, squeezing him like a fist.

Her pussy clenched tight, milking him, the orgasm approaching slowly, gradually, a wave building from her toes up, making her legs tremble, her breath come in gasps, her toes curling tight against his back.

It was insanely good, better than anything, her body on fire, every nerve alive and screaming for release, her clit throbbing with each thrust, her walls fluttering around him, pulling him deeper.

As the pleasure peaked, she couldn’t help it—her eyes fluttered open, just a crack at first, the room swimming in moonlight, then wide as the world came into focus, her vision blurry from the haze of sleep and lust.

They twitched immediately, fear gripping her like ice water on her hot skin, her body freezing even as the pleasure still coursed through her, her pussy clenching hard around the cock still thrusting deep.

She wondered if she was dreaming, if this was some sex fantasy from the crazy high of pleasure, then shut them back tight, hoping it would go away, hoping the face above her was Richard’s.

But she opened them again, and there was Devon on top of her, ploughing into her with deep, powerful thrusts, a satisfied and fulfilled look of pleasure written all over his face, sweat beading on his forehead, dripping down his chest to land on her tits, eyes locked on hers with dark hunger.

Eleanor stuttered immediately, "Y-You..."

She turned to look at her husband who was by her side sleeping soundly, his snores still steady, face peaceful in the moonlight, and she stammered even more.