Chapter 32: 🌶️🌶️ Deeper

I’m gripping her hard, hands locked on her hips, fingers digging into her skin.

I’m pounding her. No restraint.

My hips slam into hers in a brutal, punishing rhythm.

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

My breathing’s heavy, primal, abs tight as fuck. I’m barely holding back—each thrust pulling a growl from deep in my throat.

Emma: “Hhh— haa— hnngh—”

Her whole body’s shaking, every moan she makes rips away what’s left of my sanity.

Emma: “Aaah ... hnn ... Brice...”

I slam into her harder, practically pinning her against the table. My cock buries itself deep—I feel her whole body clench around me.

Me: “Fuck ... you feel that?”

She lets out a strangled cry, a filthy, uncontrolled moan between gasps.

Emma: “Hhhmmm ... yes ... more...”

I growl, jaw locked, muscles tight as hell.

I’ve never been this hard.

Every thrust echoes with that obscene, raw slap between us.

SLAP—SLAP—SLAP—

She tries to hold onto me—her hands sliding down my arms, my waist—but she can’t. She’s drowning in the shockwave we’re creating.

Emma: “Aah ... Brice ... I’m gonna ... I’m gonna—”

I slow for just a second. Eyes locked on hers.

Then I go harder.

I need to see her. I need her face. Her eyes when she comes.

So I grab her thighs and lift her—fast, rough, all tension.

She clings to me instantly. Lets out a shaky little gasp.

I set her back on the edge of the table, legs wide, ass half hanging in the air.

I slide between her thighs. Our bodies slam together.

My cock drives into her in one sharp, deep motion.

Emma: “Haaah—!”

I stare straight into her.

Me: “Look at me.”

Her eyelids flutter, trembling from the shockwaves ripping through her. She tries—but can’t.

A high-pitched moan escapes, and her head falls back.

I grip her thighs tighter, fingers sinking into her flesh, pushing her open even more.

Me: “I said—look at me.”

Then I slam into her.

💥 SLAP!

Emma: “HNNNNGH—!”

She moans, violently—fingers clawing at my neck, legs locking around me.

Emma: “B-B-Briiiice...!”

I growl, jaw clenched, hips crashing into hers in a punishing pace.

Emma: “Hhh— haa— hnnnnnnnnnnn—”

My breath burns against her mouth.

I feel her. I feel her whole body losing control.

Her muscles clench, her stomach tightens, her breath shoots off in every direction.

She’s right on the edge. About to break.

Emma: “AAH—HHNNNNN!!”

She screams.

Her back arches, neck tenses, her whole body clamps around me.

Her thighs shake, arms yank me closer.

She comes—hard, messy, uncontrollable—racked with spasms.

And me ... I lose it.

💥 SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

I slam into her deep, my hips crashing in one last surge of raw instinct.

I growl, voice cracked, buried in her neck:

Me: “Fuck ... Emma ... I’m gonna—!”

Then she squeezes me.

Hard.

A guttural, broken roar escapes as I explode inside her—no filter, no control.

Me: “Hnnngh— Fuuuuuck...”

Thick, hot spurts rip through me, filling her. Deep. Every drop.

Her body takes it, her hips tilting to keep every inch of me inside.

Emma: “Aaah ... haaah ... mmmh...”

She moans long and slow, eyes shut, lips parted—like she can feel every fucking drop burning inside her.

I’m trembling. Forehead pressed to hers.

Our breaths mix—short, erratic, burning.

We just stay like that. Locked together. Shaking. Gasping.

Hearts still slamming against each other—caught in the echo of what we just did.

We don’t move.

Neither of us wants to.

Then slowly, I pull out.

And immediately—it leaks.

Plop ... Plop...

A thick trail drips from her, sliding slowly down her red, wet, ruined pussy—then drops onto the edge of the table. I lean back just enough to watch.