Chapter 663: Begged-For Blitz: Full-Throttle (r-18) Minutes stretched into an eternity of raw, unrelenting motion, my cock sliding out of her slick heat with a slow, deliberate drag, her inner walls clinging desperately to every veiny inch before I drove back in, burying myself to the hilt in one searing plunge. Her asshole fluttered open in the brief emptiness, pink and glistening, before my shaft claimed her pussy again, stretching her wide, the swollen lips parting around my girth like they were made for this invasion. Her legs trembled violently around my waist, thighs quivering with exhaustion and need, calves digging into my back, toes curling tight as her heels scraped bloody trails across my skin. She made these high, keening sounds—sharp, breathless cries that rose and fell with every thrust. "Eeee—! Yes—! Eeee—! Yes—!" The pressure coiled tighter inside her, her pussy clenching in frantic, rippling waves, gripping me like a fist of molten silk. Her arousal poured out in heavy, creamy floods, soaking my thighs, running down my balls, dripping in thick rivulets to the floor below. I held her suspended, ass lifted high, legs locked around me, driving into her deeper, faster, harder, each stroke forcing her body to jolt, her breasts heaving wildly, nipples hard and dark against the night air. I lowered her slowly, deliberately, until her knees hit the warm teak deck, her palms slapping down to steady herself. She landed on all fours, tits swaying heavy beneath her, nipples brushing the slick, cum-smeared wood and sending sparks of raw sensation through her. Without hesitation, she arched her back sharply, pushing her ass higher, presenting both holes—pussy swollen and dripping, asshole twitching—thick strands of her juices stretching from her cunt to the floor, breaking and splattering across my legs. The air was thick with the scent of her arousal, salty-sweet and overwhelming, coating my tongue, burning in my lungs. "Fuck me—now—hard—fast—destroy me—rip my cunt apart!" Her voice was shredded, desperate, a raw plea that vibrated through my chest. My cock, slick and throbbing, slapped against her ass cheek, leaving wet streaks of pre-cum across her skin. I gripped her hips brutally, fingers sinking into soft flesh, nails leaving deep crescents as I lined up with her soaked entrance—lips parted, inner walls fluttering hungrily, glistening under the city glow. "Beg louder. Scream it for me." "PLEASE—FUCK ME—HARDER—FASTER—RIP ME APART—FILL ME—RUIN MEEEE!" I drove into her in one savage thrust, my full length splitting her open, her pussy stretching impossibly around me, walls clamping down with scorching heat. She screamed—a long, piercing wail that shattered the quiet night—as her body lurched forward from the force. I fucked her without mercy, hips snapping forward in a relentless rhythm, pulling almost all the way out before slamming home again, over and over. Her ass rippled with every impact, cheeks quaking, skin flushing deeper red from the punishment. Her juices sprayed with each withdrawal, hot and copious, coating my pelvis, running in rivers down her thighs, pooling beneath us on the deck. "Yes—! Faster—! Harder—! Break me—!" I fisted her hair, her head back until her spine bowed beautifully, her scalp straining under my grip. Her tits bounced wildly beneath her, nipples dragging across the rough wood, raw and stinging with delicious friction. My cock swelled thicker inside her, veins pulsing against her spasming walls, dragging through her tightness with exquisite resistance. I reached beneath her, fingers finding her swollen clit, rubbing it in fast, slippery circles, slick with her own cream. Her cries climbed higher, frantic and unbroken. "Don’t stop—! Destroy my pussy—! Fill me—! Make me your whore—!" I gave her everything—hips driving faster, deeper, a brutal, unending storm that jerked her body forward with every thrust. Her tits scraped the deck harder, nipples burning trails of fire. Juices poured from her in endless waves, soaking us both, the scent of raw sex thick and suffocating. My free hand came down hard on her ass—sharp, stinging slaps that made her flesh bloom hot and red beneath my palm—then slid up to wrap around her throat from behind, fingers pressing just enough to feel her racing pulse. I pulled her upright slightly, her back arching impossibly, tits thrust forward, nipples peaking in the cool air. My cock throbbed at its absolute limit inside her, stretching her walls to their breaking point, every ridge and vein grinding against her fluttering depths. "All yours," I growled against her ear. "Scream for it. Show me how much you need this." "PLEASE—HARDER—FASTER—FILL ME—RUIN MEEEE—EEEEE—! EEEEE—!" Her body shook violently, pussy clenching in wild, milking spasms, but I didn’t stop—only drove her higher, deeper into the endless, brutal ruin we both craved. I pistoned into her without mercy, her ass arched sky-high, face buried in the deck, her high-pitched cries shattering the night—"Eeee—! Eeee—! Eeee—!"—raw, desperate, endless. Each thrust drove deep, her pussy gripping me in scorching, slick waves, juices pouring down my thighs, the air thick with the heavy scent of sex and sweat, city lights smearing across our glistening skin like wet paint. I pulled out slowly and dropped onto the wide leather sofa. The cushions sank beneath me with a wet, obscene squelch, soaked through from earlier—sticky with spilled wine, honeyed sweat, and thick streams of her cum—the scent rising sharp and intoxicating, coating my tongue with every breath. My cock stood rigid, veins pulsing hot and thick beneath the skin, the swollen head gleaming with precum that caught the neon glow like liquid fire. Ava straddled me instantly, thighs trembling, knees grinding into the drenched leather as she sank down. Her pussy hovered above me—lips swollen, flushed deep red, inner folds glistening and fluttering open, dripping thick, creamy strands that broke and splattered across my abs in warm, slow rivulets. She wrapped both hands around my shaft—fingers barely meeting the girth—stroking once, twice, spreading slick precum over her palms until it webbed between her fingers. Then she rose higher, ass lifted, cheeks round and shining with sweat, rippling softly as she positioned herself. "Watch me take every inch," she breathed, voice low and filthy. She sank down—slow, deliberate—her pussy lips parting wide around the head, stretching thin and white at the edges before yielding with a wet, greedy kiss. Inch by inch she swallowed me, inner walls molding perfectly to every bulging vein, hot velvet clamping down in rhythmic pulses. Her juices coated my length in glistening sheets, running down to soak my balls. When she bottomed out, her ass settled against my thighs with a soft, wet slap, her body shuddering as I filled her completely. She started to move—slow circles at first, waist rolling like a dancer, pussy twisting around my cock in deep, grinding spirals. Her ass bubbled in perfect rhythm, cheeks lifting and falling in hypnotic waves, skin shimmering under the city lights. Her breasts swayed heavy above me, nipples dark and stiff, brushing my chest with every rotation. I gripped her hips, fingers sinking into soft flesh, and slammed her down harder, meeting her grind with an upward thrust that made her gasp. I slapped her ass—sharp, stinging cracks that bloomed red across both cheeks, the flesh quivering under my palms. "Faster," I growled. "Ride me like you need it." She obeyed instantly—waist snapping faster, ass bouncing in a blurring rhythm, cheeks clapping against my thighs with wet, rhythmic impacts. Each drop drove me deeper, her pussy slamming down to the root, inner walls spasming wildly, milking me in tight, slick waves. Juices sprayed with every rise, hot streams arcing over my stomach, soaking the leather beneath us in dark, spreading stains. I sat up, mouth latching onto one breast—sucking hard, tongue flicking the stiff nipple, teeth grazing just enough to make her cry out. My hand cracked across the other tit, leaving a bright red print, then cupped and squeezed while I devoured the first. I slapped her ass again and again—hard, relentless stings that turned her skin glowing crimson, each one making her pussy clench tighter around me. She rode harder, waist whipping in frantic circles, ass lifting high before crashing down, pussy stretching wide on every rise, lips clinging to my shaft in glistening pink rings, then swallowing me whole again. Her inner walls fluttered and gripped, hot and slick and impossibly tight, dragging over every ridge and vein until my cock throbbed inside her. I gripped her ass with both hands, spreading her cheeks wide, fingers digging into burning flesh as I forced her down brutally, thrusting up to meet her, driving so deep her entire body jolted. Her cries rose higher— "Eeee—! Yes—! Fuck—!"—breathless, shattered, endless. Minutes bled into one long, searing blur—her ass bouncing, waist grinding, pussy devouring me in relentless, soaking strokes. Sweat poured down her back, dripping between her cheeks; juices flooded from her stretched hole, coating us both in glistening heat. The sofa was ruined beneath us, leather drowned in her release, the air thick with the raw scent of her body claiming mine. I slapped her ass one final, ringing crack, held her down hard, and ground deep—cock buried to the hilt, pulsing inside her spasming depths—as she trembled above me, riding the edge of oblivion, every inch of her molded perfectly around me.