Chapter 36: She Commanded One More Round (R-18)
"Ahh... that was good... huff* huff* Fuck..." Sara said, her voice low and rough, sprawled over me, her naked body draped across mine like a heavy, warm blanket.
Her skin was smooth, soft against me, her big boobs pressing into my chest—full and plush, the same size as Aeri’s, the thought flickering through my head uninvited. Sweat slicked us both, her dark hair sticking to her shoulders, her stockings still clinging to her thighs as she lay there, catching her breath.
"Ahh... huhuhh... huff*..." I panted under her, my chest heaving, my lungs clawing for air as I stared up at the cracked ceiling, the dim lights flickering faintly overhead.
The bed creaked beneath us, the sheets a tangled mess, the air thick with the musky aftermath—her scent, mine, the raw mix of us still hanging heavy.
"You sure know how to fuck a woman... damn..." she said, gulping hard, her voice tinged with reluctant awe as she shifted slightly, her boobs rubbing against me. She propped herself up on one elbow, her other hand brushing her hair back, her eyes glinting as she looked down at me.
"For the second time," I said, letting out a loud *sighh*, "I work at a brothel—so obviously I know." My tone was dry, flat. I wiped sweat off my brow with the back of my hand, my dick still slick and softening between us, the sign of what we’d just done glistening in the low light.
"Right..." She giggled, a sharp, teasing sound, sitting up slow and swinging her legs off me. She perched on the edge of the bed, her gaze dropping to my wet dick—still twitching faintly from the orgasm I’d given her—and smirked, her lips curling like she’d won something.
"I never thought I’d fuck the child I found on the road that day," she said, crawling onto all fours, her ass swaying as she moved to the bed’s edge. "You sure have grown up." Her voice dipped, mocking but edged with something else—memory, maybe, or just more ammo to throw at me.
"Me neither..." I muttered, sitting up slow, my back cracking as I shifted, my eyes landing on her ass—round, bare, swaying deliberately as she positioned herself.
The stockings stretched tight over her thighs, her skin flushed pink from the heat of us, and she glanced back at me, her hair falling over one shoulder, a teasing glint in her eye.
"Come on," she said, her tone flipping to a command, her smirk sharp and unrelenting as she arched her back a little more, offering herself up.
"Do it from behind now." She tilted her head, catching my stare, her voice daring me to hesitate, her ass swaying just enough to pull me in despite the knot in my gut.