Page 77 of Hell Breaks Loose

I’ve never been so fucking turned on in my life. The only thing I can do is burrow my tongue into her, tasting her salty sweet on my tongue, driving it into her and devouring her.

Hellena lets out a soft, humming moan, over and over again as she gulps me down. If she keeps this up, I won’t last another minute.

And I don’t want her to pass out…

Spinning, I drop back onto the cot, keeping her exactly where I want her with brute strength, lying back without ever letting up on her clit.

Only now, from this angle, I can use both hands to spread her apart. And I waste no time pressing my lips to her apex, swirling my tongue into a frenzy of fluttering, all while sampling the sensation of her opening with one finger, then a second.

Varying my pace and pressure, I slip one inside, curling it to hit that spot I know will drive her over the edge. Over and over, I arc around it, pushing in a little deeper, letting her pleasure build in waves.

That focus distracts me from what she’s been doing the whole time, pumping me nonstop with her fist, squeezing me tight to keep me from unwinding while sucking on the head of my cock like a villain.

It only makes me double down, alternating between sucking and flicking her clit with my tongue, hammering my finger into her softly, rapidly. Her back arches.

Her legs tighten.

Her plump, full ass cheeks start to quiver.

Just before she starts to breathe hard through her nose, taking me all the way into her throat again. Every moan vibrates straight through me as she rides out her first climax.

Rotating her hips, grinding her heavenly soft and soaked sex down onto my face.

I could go on like that for hours.

But I know we don’t have time.

And I can’t wait to be inside her any longer.

Lifting her effortlessly off me, I scoop her close, positioning her over me. Hellena licks her lips, dragging one thumb down mine and sampling her own sex off my mouth.

“Fuck that’s hot,” I growl. She dives in for a deep, tongue lashing kiss before I can finish the words.

“Not as hot as this,” she whispers, pulling her thong aside and setting my head just inside her entrance. Holding herself aloft, she gyrates her middle, rocking back, then forth. The effect is absolutely torturous.

My hips arch off the bed instinctively, trying to get more, feel more of her.

And when I can’t reach, can’t take it anymore…

She rams down onto me, slamming me into the cot.

And ramming me fully inside her, the velvet grip clenched around my shaft like heaven incarnate.

Filling her up is everything.

It’s all I can feel, her walls consuming my every sensation.

It's the only place that I long to be.

The first stroke is long, languid, dragging her blushing breasts up my chest and into my face. Then back down, just as hard and purposefully.

My fingers swoop under her, lifting again, dropping her back down.

Harder. Faster.

Hellena wraps her arms around my neck, pillowing my face in her chest, all while using the leverage of my shoulders to pound up and down on top of me.

It’s rough, insistent. Filled with so much need.

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