Chapter 88: A New Day (R-18)
The apartment was a furnace of raw, unrelenting heat. The air was thick with sweat, sex, and the faint, fading scent of lavender, the city’s distant hum drowned out by the chaotic symphony of moans, screams, and the relentless *slap, slap* of skin on skin.
My bed groaned under the weight of three bodies, the dark blue bedsheet, a tangled, damp mess beneath us. Raya and Kalina, naked.
"Ahh... ahh... oh god... ahh..." Kalina moaned, her voice desperate, breaking as I fucked her from behind, raising of one of her legs from side, my hands gripping her boobs hard, my thrusts hard and unforgiving.
The night had spiraled from tired to warm to hot to an extreme, relentless intensity, my body moving on instinct, driven by anger and the need to silence their games. I’d lost count of how many times I’d cum inside them, switching between them turn by turn, no pause, no mercy.
As I finished cumming inside Kalina, I grabbed Raya, pulling her under me, her curves soft and yielding as I slammed my dick into her pussy, her moans climbing into screams.
"Arghh... fuck you both for disturbing my peace... ahh..." I groaned, my voice rough, my dick driving deep into Raya, her pussy clutching my dick tight, her red-painted nails digging into my arms.
The bed rocked, the headboard slamming the wall, the room a haze of heat and sound. Done with her, I again lifted Kalina into my arms, her legs wrapping around me, her moans sharp as I fucked her standing, then tossed her back onto the bed, only to turn to Raya again, the cycle endless, the entire apartment echoing with their cries and the rhythmic *slap, slap* of our bodies.
"Ezra...ahhhhhh.... you’re...ahhh.. too much..." Raya gasped between thrusts, her eyes rolling, her voice breaking, her body arching as I pushed her to the edge again, her hands scrabbling at the sheets. Kalina, catching her breath beside us, murmured, "He’s... not stopping..." her voice weak.
Finally, after what felt like hours, the fire burned out. We collapsed in a tangled heap on the bed, the sheets wet and ruined beneath our naked skin, the room quiet except for our ragged breaths.