Chapter 16: Who doesn’t like thighs?
Standing on the bed with her ass lifted high, Noctlisa panted against the headboard while her master's slaps rained down, imprinting on her jiggling flesh. He switched hands, each one dedicated to its own cheek; when one drummed against her backside, the other dug into her skin and held the mound in place. Her moans and the wet smack of flesh echoed off the chamber walls as his rhythm grew rougher.
"By the gods, this feels wicked good—so damned good! More, Master, more! Strike my ass harder, I beg you!" Noctlisa yelped, trembling on unsteady legs, her panties soaked through, slick arousal streaming down her thighs. A wild, meadow‑sweet scent filled the bed, stoking her master's testosterone.
I can easily tell when she comes.
Whenever her ass drooped, Noctlisa climaxed—so Jett kept a steady cadence, letting her breathe and savor each peak. Then, like a trainer lifting a naughty pup by the scruff, he grabbed her ass and hauled it back into position. Her pussy dripped continuously, a cracked dam spilling over.
But she wasn't the only one riding the edge. Heat and blood surged into Jett's cock, his pants straining like a pitched tent.
I want to keep punishing that masochistic flesh until her legs give out and she collapses onto the cushions.
He'd never imagined foreplay could feel this electrifying. Even with his cock aching to plunge into Noctlisa, the sheer thrill of teasing her kept him hooked.
Still, he couldn't leave his shaft out of the fun. With a deft flick, he let his cock spring free, the musky blend of sweat and precum sending Noctlisa into a daze—but his slaps and the merciless grip on her ass jolted her back before she could speak.
"You've soaked your thighs, so let's put them to good use, Noctlisa. Clamp those legs together, and don't you dare open them," he said, lining his cock up with her gleaming thighs.
Noctlisa obeyed instantly, squeezing her legs tight. Her eyes flew wide as his swollen crown nudged the cushiony flesh, and then he slid between her thighs. Warmth flooded up the length of her legs to her pussy like liquid fire, teasing her lips and forcing ragged breaths past her tongue.
By the Blade, Master's cock is thick as a lance...
His hips met the heart‑shaped swell of her ass. Leaning forward, he wrapped his arms around her torso, resting his weight across her back. Her twitching horse tail brushed his stomach, but he barely noticed as he rocked forward, drove out, and slammed back again, spanking her with his full weight.