Chapter 96: After the Blow
Kiara’s moans grew desperate, muffled around him, her pussy clenching tighter around his fingers as he drove her toward the edge again.
Lor’s grip on her hip tightened, his thumb circling her clit faster, and she shattered first—her body shaking violently, a muffled cry vibrating around his cock as her pussy gushed over his hand, juices spilling down his wrist, her thighs quaking against him.
The sensation pushed him over—his hips jerked, a deep groan escaping as he came, hot spurts filling her mouth, thick and sudden.
Her eyes widened, gagging slightly as the salty taste flooded her, her hand freezing on him mid-stroke.
"Fuck," she coughed, pulling off with a wet pop, trying to swallow what she could, but the rest spilling from her lips, thick strands dripping down her chin as she gasped for breath.
Lor was panting, eyes half-lidded, his fingers still buried in her pulsing pussy, lazily pumping through her aftershocks, drawing out soft whimpers from her.
"You came on me too," he said, amused, his voice rough as he withdrew his hand, slick with her release.
Kiara coughed again, retching a little as she leaned over, spitting thick strands of cum onto the wooden floor between his bed and the desk, the mess pooling in sticky drops.
Some clung to her lip, shining in the light, her cheeks burning crimson.
She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, cum slick on her chin, glaring down at him with flushed cheeks and glassy eyes, her body still trembling.
"Tastes like sweat and sin," she muttered, breathless, voice low and hoarse, her pussy still throbbing with sensitivity.
Lor smirked, his fingers trailing up her inner thigh, leaving a wet streak. "And yet you swallowed half like it was your last meal."