Chapter 182: Racheal’s Payment [+18]
Damian pushed open the door to the hotel room, the dim light from the hallway spilling in behind him. Rachael followed close. The door clicked shut, sealing them in the quiet space with its king-sized bed and soft ambient glow from the bedside lamp. He turned to face her, a smirk playing on his lips, but she moved faster.
With a fierce shove, Rachael propelled him backward onto the bed. Damian landed with a surprised grunt, the mattress dipping under his weight.
She loomed over him, eyes blazing with raw hunger. Without a word, she gripped the edges of her kaftan and yanked it apart in one violent motion. Fabric tore like paper, falling away to reveal her naked body; full breasts heaving with each breath with nipples already hardened peaks. Her curves were all womanly power, wide hips, a trimmed patch of dark hair above her slick folds, and thighs that promised comfort.
Damian’s eyes widened, but before he could react, she lunged forward. Her hands seized his shirt, claws of fingers digging in as she ripped it open, buttons scattering across the carpet. She didn’t stop there; grabbing his belt, she wrenched it free, then tore his pants down his legs with a force that made the seams protest and split.
His boxers followed, shredded aside, leaving him exposed and hardening instantly under her gaze. His cock sprang free, thick and veined, already swelling at the sight of her hunger for him.
Rachael dropped to her knees beside the bed, her hands clamping onto his thighs to spread them wide. She leaned in, breath hot against his skin, and wrapped her fingers around the base of his shaft. Damian groaned, his head falling back as she stroked him firmly, feeling him pulse and grow fully erect in her grip; thirteen inches of rigid heat, the head glistening with a bead of pre-cum. She licked her lips, then parted them to take him in.
Her mouth engulfed the tip first, tongue swirling around the sensitive ridge as she sucked lightly, drawing out that first drop. Damian’s hips bucked involuntarily, but she pinned him down with one hand on his abdomen.
She slid lower, lips stretching around his girth, taking half his length in one smooth motion. The wet heat of her mouth enveloped him, her tongue pressing flat against the underside as she bobbed her head. Saliva coated his cock, making each slide slick and obscene.
Rachael hummed around him, the vibration sending shocks through his core. She worked him deeper, relaxing her throat to swallow more, until her nose brushed his pubic bone.
Damien’s fingers tangled in her hair, not guiding but holding on as she set a relentless pace up and down, sucking hard on the upstroke, her cheeks hollowing. She released him briefly to lick along the shaft, tracing every vein, before diving back in, her free hand cupping his balls, rolling them gently, tugging just enough to heighten the build.
He felt the pressure mounting, his balls tightening as she hollowed her cheeks again, sucking with fierce determination.
"Fuck, Rachael," he gasped, but she only moaned in response, the sound muffled around his cock.
She picked up speed, head pistoning, saliva dripping down to his sack. Damian’s body tensed, thighs quivering under her hold. With a groan, he came hot spurts flooding her mouth. She didn’t pull away; instead, she swallowed every pulse, milking him dry with her lips sealed tight, tongue lapping at the slit to catch the last drops. When he finally softened slightly, she released him with a pop, licking her lips clean, a satisfied gleam in her eyes.
But she wasn’t done. Rachael climbed onto the bed, straddling his hips, her pussy hovering just above his semi-hard cock. She ground against him teasingly, her wetness smearing along his length, reigniting the fire. Damien’s hands gripped her waist, feeling the strength in her core as she positioned herself.
With a slow descent, she sank down, her tight heat enveloping him inch by inch. She was soaked, walls clenching around his thickening shaft as she took him fully, bottoming out with a shared moan.
Rachael began to ride him, hips rolling in a steady rhythm. Her breasts bounced with each rise and fall, nipples grazing his chest when she leaned forward. She planted her hands on his shoulders for leverage, nails digging in as she lifted and slammed down, the slap of skin on skin filling the room.
Damian thrust up to meet her, his cock driving deep into her pulsing pussy, feeling her juices coat him completely. She ground her clit against his pelvis on every downstroke, chasing her own pleasure, her breaths coming in sharp pants.
The pace built, her movements growing more frantic. Rachael arched her back, one hand sliding up to pinch her own nipple, twisting it as she rode harder. Damian watched, mesmerized by the way her ass flexed with each bounce, her inner muscles squeezing him like a vice. Sweat beaded on her skin, trickling between her breasts. She leaned down, capturing his mouth in a bruising kiss, tongues tangling as she fucked him relentlessly. The bed creaked under them, the headboard tapping the wall.
After what felt like an eternity of building tension, Rachael slowed, lifting off him with a wet schlick. His cock glistened with her arousal, standing proud again. She turned around, facing away, and positioned herself for reverse cowgirl. Her hands braced on his thighs as she lowered onto him once more, this angle allowing him to see everything. Her ass cheeks spread slightly, the way her pussy lips stretched around his base as she impaled herself.
She started slow, savoring the deeper penetration, her back arching to take him fully. Damien’s hands roamed her back, then gripped her hips, guiding her as she picked up speed.
Rachael bounced with abandon, her ass slapping against his groin, the view obscene and intoxicating. He could see his cock disappearing into her, emerging slick and shiny each time she rose. She reached back, spreading her cheeks wider, giving him an even better look at where they joined.
Damian sat up slightly, one hand sliding around to rub her clit in firm circles. Rachael cried out, her rhythm faltering as pleasure spiked through her. She ground down hard, rotating her hips to feel him hit every sensitive spot inside.
The room smelled of sex; musk and sweat mingling. Her walls fluttered around him, close to the edge, but she held back, wanting more. Damian’s other hand smacked her ass lightly, the sting making her clench tighter, drawing a growl from him.
Finally, she dismounted, spinning to push him flat again. But Damien had other ideas; he flipped her onto all fours and Rachael glanced back over her shoulder, smirking as he knelt behind her. He gripped her hips, aligning his cock with her dripping entrance, and thrust in hard. She pushed back to meet him, burying him to the hilt in one go.
Doggy style unleashed them both. Damian pounded into her, each thrust deep and forceful, his balls slapping against her clit. Rachael’s arms trembled, but she held position, ass high, pussy gripping him like it never wanted to let go. He reached forward, grabbing a fistful of her hair to pull her head back, arching her spine. The angle let him hit her G-spot relentlessly, her moans turning to screams of ecstasy.
Sweat poured off them, bodies slick and sliding. Damian’s free hand snaked under to fondle her swinging breasts, pinching nipples until she whimpered. He varied his pace; slow, grinding rolls followed by rapid, punishing slams. Rachael’s pussy spasmed, her first orgasm crashing over her; she soaked his cock, walls milking him as she shook. But he didn’t stop, fucking her through it, prolonging the waves until she was begging for more.
Damien pulled out, his cock throbbing and slick with her cum. Rachael turned quickly, dropping to her knees on the floor beside the bed. She took him in hand, stroking fast as she opened wide. Her mouth descended, eager and sloppy, tasting herself on him. She sucked with vigor, tongue working the head while her hand pumped the shaft. Damian stood, legs braced, as she deep-throated him again, gagging slightly but pushing through.
The second build was quicker, his balls drawing up tight. Rachael sensed it, humming encouragement, her eyes locked on his. She fondled his sack, urging the release. With a roar, Damian came again; ropes of cum shooting into her mouth. She swallowed greedily, some spilling from the corners of her lips, but she licked it up, cleaning every inch until he was spent.
They collapsed together on the bed, bodies entwined, breaths ragged.
"What was that?" Damian gasped.
"That’s your payment to me for helping you make so much money." She smiled mischievously.