NOVEL NEXT Chapter 240: Amanda Unleashed (R-18)
The aftershocks still rippled through Amanda's limp frame, her breath ragged against my neck, when it happened.
A seismic shift.
Not gradual. Violent. One second, she was boneless honey, melted against my chest. The next, her spine snapped ramrod straight. Her hands, which had been caressing my sweat-slick shoulders, suddenly clenched into fists. Her thighs, quivering moments before, locked around my hips with surprising, desperate strength.
She pushed. Hard.
My eyes widened slightly as she used the leverage to drive us both upright, knees digging into the tangled silk sheets for purchase.
We swayed for a breathless second, bodies still joined, my cock embedded deep in her heat, before she found her balance. She stood on the bed, towering over me where I still knelt momentarily, then yanked me up by the hair.
Our faces collided, not in a kiss, but in a fierce, breathless clash. Her eyes, dark and fathomless, burned into mine.
"Fuck me standing," she demanded. The voice wasn't the softened, worshipped goddess from minutes before. It was raw, guttural, the voice of a warlord demanding tribute. "Hold me up. Drive into me. Now."
A slow, predatory grin spread across my face. Fire met fire. The slow burn of connection vaporized, replaced by liquid nitrogen. "Gladly, goddess."
My hands moved like lightning, no longer caressing but claiming. One slid under her ass, gripping the firm, rounded flesh like a handle, fingers digging deep. The other arm banded around her lower back, just above the curve of her buttocks, locking her against me. I lifted. Effortlessly.
Her legs instantly wrapped around my waist, ankles locking together at the small of my back, the position arching her spine, thrusting her breasts against my chest. The angle shifted inside her, my cock driving even deeper, hitting a new, devastating place. A sharp cry tore from her throat, part pain, part primal need.
"YES! Like that! Fucking hold me!"
I took one stabilizing step forward, then another, carrying her weight easily on the unstable, silk-draped mattress.
The silk shifted beneath my feet as I settled her weight—hips lifting, thighs straining, biceps locking like chains around her.
Below us, Harold's crimson roses sighed, petals crushed into dark stains under our bare soles. Outside the glass, the city burned cold and distant, a billion uncaring eyes. I widened my stance, knees bent, core engaged.
This was an execution.
Her breath hitched against my neck, hot and frantic. My gaze dropped where our bodies met—her flushed, swollen pussy gleaming like wet silk, thighs slick with need.
Then I moved.
One hand pressed flat against the small of her spine, arching her spine backward. The other gripped the taut curve of her ass, fingers digging deep enough to brand.
I pulled her down.
At the same moment, my hips surged upward.
Not a thrust, but a devastating launch.
The broad, flared head of my cock—thick as a club, pulsing with veins like cords—found her entrance. For a split second, it rested against that slick, molten opening, teasing the tight rim. Her wetness coated me instantly, a hot, urgent welcome.
Then I drove through her resistance.
SHUNK!
The sound was obscene—a deep, wet, guttural punch as I impaled her. Time stretched. I watched, transfixed, as her body yielded violently: Her inner lips stretched thin and slick around my massive girth, clinging as the thick crown breached her.
The prominent veins along my shaft—ridged, blue-black, throbbing with my own furious pulse—disappeared inside her inch by brutal inch. I felt them drag against her sensitive entrance, a rough, intimate friction that made her whole body jolt.
Her pussy lips gripped the stem of my cock like a lifeline, the pink flesh flushed deep red and visibly trembling as she was split open.
The sensation was scorching. Her inner walls were a velvet furnace, impossibly tight, convulsing wildly as I hit bottom. The thick head of my cock kissed her cervix—a deep, jarring impact that stole the air from her lungs. I was seated fully, balls slapping against her ass, the coarse hair at my base grinding against her ultra-sensitive, swollen clit.
Her reaction was instantaneous—apocalyptic.
A scream ripped from her throat, shredded and raw, more animal than human...
"EEEEYYYAAAHHH— FUCK! GOD—!" It wasn't pleasure; it was annihilation. Pure, white-hot sensation detonating behind her eyes.
Her head snapped back so violently I heard tendons creak. Her spine bowed like a drawn bow, pressing her sweat-slick breasts against my chest. Her hands flew from my shoulders to my back, claws raking down my flank with brutal force. Ten lines of liquid fire erupted across my skin—sharp stings blooming into immediate, burning welts that wept crimson trails.
I felt her cunt clench around me like a vise—not just gripping, but milking. A violent, rhythmic contraction deep in her core massaged the buried head of my cock.
Then it happened: A flood of wet heat gushed around me as she came instantly—drenching our joining, slicking the base of my cock and my balls, coating my thighs in her molten release. The added lubrication made the grip impossibly slick, impossibly tight.
I held her there—impaled—my thick cock buried to the absolute hilt inside her quivering, weeping core. Every vein, every ridge of me was sheathed in her liquid heat. I could feel the frantic flutter of her internal walls, the desperate pulse of blood in her clit trapped against my pubic bone.
The scent of her climax—musk and salt and roses—rose thick between us, mingling with the copper tang of my own blood on her nails.
Below us, the crushed roses bled dark juice onto the silk. Outside, the city glittered, silent. Inside, she was captive to my thickness, shattered by the deep, wet, brutal invasion, her body a temple trembling on the edge of ruin.
I hadn't just entered her; I'd claimed her core. And the war had just begun.
"EROS!" The name was a battle cry. A plea. A curse.
I did it again. Pulled her down. Thrusted up.
SHUNK!
Another gut-wrenching impact. Another scream, lower this time, thick with guttural pleasure. Her body arched in my arms like a drawn bow, spine bending almost impossibly, offering herself up completely.
Wetness flooded us, slick and hot, coating my shaft, dripping down my thighs, adding a lewd, liquid counterpoint to the brutal SHUNK-SHUNK-SHUNK of flesh on flesh. Her breasts slapped against my chest with each downstroke, nipples hard points of fire.
"Take it!" I snarled against her throat, my voice raw, matching her intensity. My teeth scraped the sensitive cord of her neck, not biting, just scoring, claiming. "Take every fucking inch! Is this deep enough, goddess? Is this hard enough?"
"YES! HARDER! DEEPER! FUCKING BREAK ME!" Her words were shredded, ripped from her by the relentless pounding.
Her legs tightened around my waist, ankles locking tighter, using her entire weight to slam herself down onto me as I drove up.
The impacts grew faster, a punishing rhythm.
SHUNK! SHUNK! SHUNK!
The bed groaned and shifted under our feet, the headboard thudding a frantic rhythm against the wall. The air filled with the symphony of our coupling – wet slaps, her desperate screams, my guttural groans, the harsh rasp of our breath, the creak of tortured springs.
My grip on her ass became iron. I pulled her cheeks apart with the hand splayed across her, spreading her open, feeling the muscles clenched in effort. The other arm banded like steel across her back, holding her crushed against me, limiting her movement just enough to control the depth, the angle.
I angled my hips differently on the next thrust, grinding my pelvis against her clit as I drove deep.
"OH FUCK! RIGHT THERE! DON'T STOP! PLEASE DON'T STOP!" Her scream shattered, dissolving into choked sobs, tears streaming down her flushed cheeks.
Her entire body was a live wire in my arms, trembling, convulsing with the overwhelming pressure of sensation building inside her. She was close to cumming again.
Dangerously close.
The edge of the abyss yawned. I felt it in the frantic fluttering deep within her cunt, a signal only my senses could fully perceive, the prelude to oblivion.
I slowed. Just for a beat. Pulled back, almost withdrawing completely, leaving only the thick head trapped within her slick, clenching entrance.
She whimpered, a desperate, broken sound, her hips bucking frantically, trying to impale herself again. Her eyes, wide and wild, locked onto mine, pleading, demanding, begging.
"Why?" she gasped, the word torturous. "Why did you stop?"
My grin was feral, sharp as glass. I held her suspended, trembling on the brink, her cunt clutching desperately at the head of my cock, teasing her with the absence of the fullness she craved.
The power pulsed between us, tangible, electric. "Not yet," I rumbled, the promise dripping with dark anticipation. "You don't get to fall yet. That fire building inside you… that's just the prelude. I'm going to stoke it higher. Make it burn."
My hips began to move again, a slow, deliberate withdrawal, then a smooth, controlled slide back in, not deep enough, not hard enough to push her over.
Just enough to fan the flames, to make her need it more, to make the promise of the coming explosion even more terrifyingly sweet. Her head fell back against my shoulder, a sob escaping her lips – part frustration, part dawning, horrified excitement.
The standing fuck had become exquisite torture. And the goddess was held suspended, utterly in my power, waiting for the inferno I would unleash next.