Modern Weapons Cheat in Fantasy World-Chapter 46: A Glimpse of Everyday Life (R18)
Her internal protest flickered, this is too fast, too much, we just got married, but it drowned under the rush of heat pooling in her core, thighs quivering as his hands slid up her legs, thumbs pressing into the soft inner flesh.
"Every moment?" she whispered, half-laughing, half-moaning as his fingers brushed her outer lips, parting them with a wet schlick, the sound obscene in the stillness. Her clit throbbed under his gaze, aching for touch, and she bit her lip, tasting the faint mint from her bath.
"Damn right." Marcus lowered his head, breath hot against her nipple before his mouth latched on, sucking hard enough to draw a gasp from her, tongue flicking the pebbled bud with rough, wet laps.
The flavor of her skin burst salty-sweet on his tongue, her body arching up to feed him more. His free hand gripped his cock, stroking once, twice, smearing precum along the shaft as he teased her entrance with the blunt head, rubbing it through her folds, coating himself in her gathering slick.
Elaina’s hands fisted the sheets, knuckles whitening, as conflicting thoughts raced, he’s insatiable, but gods, I want it too, her hips bucking up involuntarily, chasing the pressure. The room filled with the soft, rhythmic sounds of his mouth on her breast, wet smacks and her mounting whimpers, the air growing thicker with their shared heat.
"Marcus... slow down," she panted, even as her legs hooked over his hips, heels digging into his ass to draw him closer.
He released her nipple with a pop, the skin glistening with saliva.
"Slow? Not tonight." His hips rocked forward, the head of his cock breaching her in one smooth inch, stretching her walls with a delicious burn. She was tighter than before, still tender from earlier, and the grip made him groan low, the vibration humming against her skin. He pushed deeper, inch by grinding inch, feeling every ridge of her inner muscles flutter and squeeze, her arousal easing the way with obscene squelches.
Elaina’s head fell back, a moan tearing from her throat as he filled her completely, bottoming out with his balls snug against her ass. The fullness was overwhelming, pressing against that spot inside that made stars burst behind her eyelids, her clit grinding against his pubic bone with each subtle shift.
’Ugh, he’s so deep, how does he feel even bigger?
Her nails raked down his back, leaving red trails that stung in the best way, urging him on despite her words.
Marcus held still for a beat, savoring the vise of her pussy milking him, the wet heat enveloping his length like a glove. Sweat beaded on his forehead, dripping onto her chest, cool against her flushed skin.
Then he started moving, slow, deliberate thrusts at first, pulling out to the tip before slamming back in, the bed frame thudding rhythmically against the wall. Each plunge dragged a gasp from her, her breasts bouncing with the force, nipples grazing his chest hair.
"That’s it," he rasped against her ear, nipping the lobe, tasting the faint salt there. "Take your husband’s cock. Every fucking inch."
She shattered the hesitation fully then, legs locking tighter, hips meeting his thrusts with sloppy urgency. The room echoed with skin slapping skin, her pussy’s lewd suck and release, their mingled grunts, raw, animalistic. Her climax built fast, coiling tight in her belly.
"Marcus—ugh, yes, harder," she begged, voice breaking, lost to it now.
He obliged, pounding into her with bruising force, one hand pinning her thigh wide, the other thumb circling her clit in firm, slick strokes.
"Fuck, I’m cumming," Marcus snarled through gritted teeth, his balls drawing tight, the pressure unbearable as her pussy clamped down like a fist, rippling around his pistoning cock.
Her orgasm hit first, crashing over her in waves, walls fluttering wildly, gushing slick that coated his shaft and dripped down his sack, the wet squelch of their joining turning frantic and messy.
Elaina’s cry was muffled against his shoulder, her teeth sinking into the muscle there as her body convulsed beneath him, thighs quivering around his hips, heels digging crescents into his ass.
But he wasn’t done, not like this. With a guttural groan, Marcus pulled out abruptly, her pussy releasing him with a lewd pop, strings of her arousal clinging to his throbbing length.
The sudden emptiness made her whimper, hips bucking up into empty air, chasing the fullness. He gripped a fistful of her damp hair at the nape, yanking her head back roughly—exposing the pale column of her throat, her lips parted on a gasp.
"On your knees," he commanded, voice gravelly, hauling her up by the hair as she scrambled to obey, knees sinking into the rumpled sheets. The mattress dipped under their combined weight, springs creaking, her breasts swaying heavily as she positioned herself, face level with his cock.
Elaina’s mouth watered instinctively, lips brushing the tip before he thrust in, shoving past her teeth, filling her mouth with the salty, bitter taste of her own pussy mixed with his skin. She gagged softly at first, the girth stretching her jaw wide, tongue pressing flat against the underside as he hit the back of her throat. Her hands braced on his thighs, fingers digging into the taut muscle, feeling it flex under her palms.
’It’s salty and bitter, but it tastes good...so this is the taste of men,’ she thought.
Then, moments later, Marcus could feel it again. And seconds later.
"Fuck, take it all," he roared, burying deep one last time, cock pulsing violently as he erupted. Thick ropes of cum flooded her mouth.
She swallowed convulsively around him, throat working, but it was too much; excess spilled from her lips, trickling warm down her neck as he held her there, grinding through the spasms. The taste lingered heavy, clinging to her palate even as he finally withdrew, a final spurt painting her lips glossy white.
Elaina gasped for air, coughing lightly, strings of cum and spit connecting her mouth to his softening cock. She licked her lips instinctively.
"Is this...going to happen everyday?"
Marcus looked at her with a smile. "Yeah."
