NOVEL NEXT Chapter 54: Kerry's Swollen Lips
My cock jerked, aching on her belly, the pre-cum dripping off the tip, into her flesh. I kissed her more, more, my tongue is fucking her mouth the way I want to be fucking her pussy, my hands on her hips, pulling her close to me.
Ada began to have difficulties, her breath a sired whistle, her bosom pushing in and out against mine. The moans which burst out of her throat were low moans, quivering on my lips, her body shuddering under me.
I withdrew far enough to allow her breath, my lips touching hers, my breath burning, coarse.
I could feel the hot breath coming out of the parted lips of Ada, her chest heaving up and down so fast, her nipples so hard, needing more. "Aunt Ada…" I cooed, with a deep, caressing purr. "How did you feel just now…?"
Ada looked at Kerry, who was staring on with large, hungry eyes, and with fingers that were biting through her own thighs and her pussy no doubt aching with jealousy.
Ada felt the shame--and lust of her cheeks. "I…" She gulped, and her tongue flicked out to moisten her lips. "It felt good…" Her voice was a whisper, quailing with sincerity. But... I had trouble with breathing...
I laughed in the darkness, and my fingers ran down her face, over her collar-bone, around one nipple that lay rigid on her, and then I pinched it with just enough force to cause her to squeal. And good, good, good, said I, purring and knowing.
"That means…" My hand slipped down, between her pussy, and my fingers parted her wet lips, revealing her wet opening.
"Aunt will be cured… soon." I bent down, the hot breath on her ear, my cock bumping her thigh. And her pussy, and her erect nipples, will be healed,
Kerry could not stand it any longer. There was a whimper of jealousy; her fingers turned. "Dexter…" she whimpered, and her voice broke, and her eyes were fixed upon us, and were burning with need.
"I—I… Me also…" Her voice was guttural with desire, her thighs rolled together, and her pussy ballooned with desire.
I looked at her with a dark and hungry eye. Kerry had parted lips, ragged breath, and hard and aching nipples. She desired what Ada only now obtained--no, she required it.
I did not utter a single thing, but crawled over her, holding her down, my cockedrigger sliding along her stomach, leaving a trail of premasturbation behind it.
It was a broken, needy sound Kerry uttered, as her hands flung upward and grabbed my shoulders, and I gained a hold on her lips as she gave a burning, jealous kiss. This was not like that of Ada--hotter, more desperate, driven by the green-eyed monster of watching Ada have what she wanted.
Kerry moaned into my mouth and her tongue fought mine, aggressive, hungry, her fingers drilled into my back, her nails scratching down my skin, and marking me as hers.
Constrained steamy groans filled the air, and the groans were touching our lips, and her legs wrapped around my waist, her pussy rubbing against my thigh, desperate to be rubbed, to be relieved.
I snarled into the kiss and my hands clung to her hips such that I was sure there would be bruises the next day--marks that I belonged here on her tender, trembling body. My cock was between us, throbbing, veined cock rubbing against her stomach, the swollen end of it leaking pre-cum in pearly, thick droplets, spurting into her.
Kerry was whimpering in my mouth, her body curling into mine like a wild sacrifice, her bristles smashing against my chest, her nipples as hard as diamonds, sore in my teeth, my tongue, my crude, emphatic hands.
As I finally jerked back, Kerry was swollen in the lips, shiny with saliva, her eyes misting with lust, her breath harsh and desperate gasps that shook her tits.
The soft thread of spit, which joined us together, was a thin line of silver that, when it broke, made a wet little crack. Her breasts were up and down as if she had been in a marathon, her nipples tingling and swollen, screaming with the need to be sucked, bitten, tortured.
Kerry gasped, and her voice shook, and her lips were opened and gleamed, and her tongue darted out in terror to moisten her lips. "D-Dexter…" said she, trembling her fingers against my breast, and just penetrating it with her nails to torment. "W-What do you call it…" Her eyes went down to my mouth and up again, bashful and starving.
"When you bite my lips and that way... as though they were yours?"Her voice broke, her thighs drew together, and her pussy closed about nothing, sore to friction.
I grinned, my thumb rubbing on her lower lip, drawing it down to reveal her teeth, and my other hand was immediately moving up to touch her breast and roll her nipple between my fingers. "I call it Kissing", I said to them, with a throbbing, caressing purr that was dripping with laughter and desire.
"But this…" My fingers acted on her nipples, and I was pinching the hard, swollen buds between my thumb and forefinger, pulling them roughly and sharply, and twisting them just to the extent of making her scream.
"AAAAAAH—!" Kerry screamed, and her back was arching off the rock as though she was a lightning-struck woman, her breasts jutting forward, the nipples paining her with this sudden, brash handling.
"D-Don't—!" she moaned, but the voice broke to a moan, and her thighs clamped together, her pussy contracted around nothing, and the need rushed through.
"Hmmm… It hurts…" The tone was desirable, whining, as her eyes closed and her body played her false, instead of turning away.
I bent over, bumping my lips against her ear, breathing hot and rough, my penis aching into her thigh. "You like that, don't you, Aunt?" I hissed, and my fingers, playing with her nipples, made her whimper, and her pussy was wet with need, and her clit was sore like a heartbeat in her.
"You want me to hurt you a little, you love it, don't you..." My other hand was creeping down her stomach, and between her thighs, my fingers touching her damp pussy, pulling her swollen lips aside to touch her clit, rolling around it, torturously.
"N-No—!" Kerry was a liar, but her hips rolled against my hand, her body pleading with her to want more, her breathing catching as my fingers shook her in the right spot to create her moans. "I-I hate it—!" Her voice broke, her nipples aching with my coarse fingers, her pussy so wet, dripping down her ass.