**Chapter 257**
I pushed in.
The head spread her open and stopped there for a breath, thick enough that her soaked folds had to stretch around it. Zara’s fingers went white on the rail. A sound left her that was not a word.
“Hng—!”
I gave her the rest in one long drive. Heat closed around me from head to base. Her pussy dragged and then swallowed, wet and swollen from everything I had already done to her mouth and hands. My hips met the hot skin of her ass. The reddish pink I had put there earlier jumped under the impact.
“Aahhnn~~!”
I did not ease her into it. I pulled back until only the cock head stayed inside that tight grasp of her pussy and slammed home again. The wet smack of it carried off the pavilion boards. Her tits flattened against the wood. Spit from her throat still shone on her chin.
“Ahh—! Haa—! Ahn~~!”
I took her hair and bent her neck until her face turned to the empty garden path. My other hand found her throat from the side, thumb on the pulse, and I used that grip to haul her back onto every thrust. Her ass bounced. The rail creaked.
“Hngk— Jack—!”
I loosened my grip, just lightly grabbing with my palm while two fingers went into her mouth. She gagged around them the same way she had gagged around my cock, spit running over my knuckles and down her wrist. I kept the pace ugly and even. In to the hilt. Out to the head. In again. Her pussy made a thick sound every time I bottomed out, a sloppy kiss against my balls.
I let go of her hair long enough to slap the already-red cheeks of her ass. The meat jumped. She clenched around me hard enough that I felt it in my spine.
“Ahn—!”
I slapped the other side and put my hand back in her hair. The garden stayed empty. Night air sat cold on the wet line running down her inner thigh. Inside her it was nothing but heat.
I hooked my thumb into her ass on the next inward stroke. The hole was still slick from my mouth and fingers. It took the thumb to the first knuckle and fluttered. Her cry broke against the wood.
“Hnnn—! Ahh— that’s— haa~~!”
I left the thumb there and fucked her through it. Her knees tried to dip. I dragged her back up by the throat and kept her standing on the rail with her ass out, and her pussy stretched around me. Drool hung off the fingers in her mouth. It dripped onto the boards between her hands.
When her legs started to truly go, I pulled out.
She made a raw noise at the empty feeling. I did not give her time to find her balance. I turned her, dropped into the nearest chair, and hauled her down with her back to my chest. One movement. Her red ass hit my thighs. I lined up and pulled her onto me by the hips until she was sitting on every inch.
“AAAAHHN~~!”
Her head fell back on my shoulder. I put a hand across her throat again and used the other to spread her knees over the arms of the chair. Like that she was open to the pavilion, pussy lips pulled wide around the base of my cock, clit exposed. I bounced her. Short at first, then longer, lifting her off me until the head tugged at her entrance and dropping her weight back down.
“Haa—! Ahn—! Hng— too— ahh~~!”
I pinched her clit between two wet fingers and kept lifting her. The chair legs clicked on the stone. Her tits jumped. I turned my face into the hollow of her raised arm and dragged my mouth along the damp skin there, teeth on the soft underside, while I slammed her down again. She twitched. I did not linger. I bit once, then put that hand back on her hip and used her like a sleeve.
“Hnn— Jack— wait— ahn~~!”
I didn’t wait. I stood with her still on me, took two steps to the pillar she had held when the maid first found us, and put her back against the stone. One of her legs I hooked over my arm. The other barely found the ground. I drove up into her, and the pillar took the hit.
“AHH—!”
Her shoulders scraped stone. I got a hand in her hair and the other under that lifted thigh and pounded her there, standing, her dripping cunt slapping down my cock in a fast, wet rhythm. Spit from her mouth hit my collarbone. Her ass was hot against my wrist every time I hiked her higher.
I spat on my fingers and pushed one back into her ass while I kept thrusting. She clenched on both. A thin squirt ran down my balls and hit the base of the pillar.
“Hngaaahh~~!!”
I pulled the finger out, slapped her tit once, hard enough to make it jump, and dragged her off the pillar.
The bench along the inner wall was close enough that I did not have to carry her far. I put her on her back across it. Her hair hung off one end. Her ass hung off the other. I shoved her knees to her chest, lined up, and sank into the root in one stroke.
“Aahhnn—! Haa—!”
The angle was meaner. I could see everything. Her pussy was already darker than when I had first put the head against it, the lips puffy, shiny, gripping the shaft each time I drew back. I held her ankles and used the full length. The bench knocked the wall. Her tits rolled toward her throat.
I leaned down, put my fingers back in her mouth and grabbed her jaw lightly with my palm, and fucked her like that, her tongue helpless under my knuckles, her throat working. Tears stood in the corners of her eyes. She sucked on the fingers when she could get a breath.
“Look at it,” I said. I made her chin dip toward the place we were joined. “That is what is taking you apart.”
“Haa— I see— ahn— I see it— hnn~~!”
“Do you like it?”
“Hnngg~~ Haa— Haannn~~ Yesh!! YESUNNGHH~~!!”
While she was in the middle of her arduous reply, I let go of her mouth and put that hand on her lower belly, pressing down so she would feel the shape of me moving under the skin. Her eyes unfocused. I kept the same deep, heavy pace until her thighs started shaking in a way that was no longer just pleasure.
The first warning was the way her belly tightened under my palm.
“Jack— wait— I— hng— I can’t—”
I didn’t slow down. I hooked her knees over my elbows, folded her tighter, and drove in harder. Her mouth opened. No sound came for a second. Then a hot stream hit my stomach and ran off her ass onto the bench, then the floor. It kept coming in broken pulses while I fucked her through it, the smell sharp in the cold air, the sound of it mixing with the wet slap of my hips. Her face went red. She tried to close her legs and couldn’t. I held them open and kept going until the stream thinned and her pussy clenched in panicked little grabs around the shaft.
“Aahhh—! I— haa— I didn’t— ahn~~!!”
“You did,” I said, and I did not slow down.
I pulled her off the bench by the hips, turned her onto her knees on the pavilion floor, and put her chest to the boards. The stone was cold on her wet tits. I knelt behind her, grabbed a handful of brown hair, and shoved back into that swollen hole in one stroke.
“NNNGHH—!!”
This was the stretch I wanted. I used her from behind on her hands and knees until her arms gave and her cheek was on the floor. Then I used her like that, hips slapping the red ass, one hand in her hair, the other around her throat from behind. Her pussy was loud now. Every thrust pushed fluid out around the base and down her thighs. The lips were thick, dark pink, clinging.
I put my thumb back in her ass and left it there. She came on the floor with her mouth open against the stone, a broken “Ahn— ahn— ahh~~” that did not turn into a word. I fucked her through it and through the next one that stacked on top of it, shorter, meaner, her whole body trying to crawl forward and finding nowhere to go.
When I wanted her to face her again, I pulled out, sat back against the pillar, and dragged her into my lap facing me. I had to turn her. She had no strength to do it herself. I lined up, dropped her onto me, and got both hands under her ass.
“Haaahhnn~~!!”
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I feel like this scene has gotten a little longer. I had a threesome planned with Cassandra and Zara while Lucas was also present, but I don't know if I should stretch the smut anymore. What do you guys think? I'll wait for your reply through the night. Tomorrow, I'll try to upload up to chapter 265. Not a promise. It's based on your reply.
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