Page 46 of Iron Roses

Her cunt tightens, flexing around me like she’s still adjusting, still pulling me deeper even when there’s here left to go.

I groan low, the sound stuck in my throat. I don’t move. Not yet.

Her eyes flutter open—green and glassy and wide. Her lips part like she wants to speak, but she doesn’t. She just breathes, soft and shaking, her chest brushing mine with each inhale.

I pull out. Drag the full length of my cock through the slick of her, feeling the heat, the fluttering resistance, the suction. Then I thrust in—hips meeting her thighs with a wet, rhythmic slap.

She moans this time. A real sound. Soft and broken. It hitches in her throat like she wasn’t expecting it, like it caught her off guard.

I thrust again, watching the way her mouth falls open, the way her fingers twist in the sheets. Her legs tighten around me. Her cunt squeezes with every deep stroke, like she’s holding me there.

I keep the rhythm steady—deep, dragging thrusts that stretch her, fuck her, give her everything inch by inch. Hermoans turn to gasps, then whimpers, her body arched into me, her nipples brushing my chest with every grind of my hips.

The wet sounds between us get louder—slick, obscene. Her breath is stuttering. Each thrust pushes a soft cry from her lips. Small, helpless noises that punch straight into my spine.

My name isn’t spoken.

But it’s in every sound she makes.

I bury my face in her neck, inhale her skin—warm, damp, familiar—and thrust harder. She arches up, hands clinging to my shoulders, cunt pulsing around my cock like it’s begging for release.

Her moans melt into breathless whimpers beneath me, and I can’t stop touching her—can’t stop devouring her.

I lower my mouth to her chest, and her skin is damp with sweat and heat. Her breasts rise against me, soft and flushed, nipples tight and swollen from the friction of our bodies. I take one into my mouth—tongue flicking over the peak, then sucking hard, letting my teeth graze just enough to make her jolt beneath me.

She gasps—sharp, involuntary—and arches up into my mouth.

I grip the underside of her breast in one hand, holding her still, as I drag my tongue in circles around her nipple, then move to the other. I suck, pulling more of her soft flesh into my mouth, feeling the pulse in her chest beat against my tongue.

She’s writhing now, her hips rolling, her cunt clenching around my cock with every motion. I thrust once more, letting her feel all of me—then I pull out.

I rise over her, chest heaving, mouth wet. My hand moves up, fingers tangling in her chestnut hair—soft, thick, damp with sweat. I fist it at the crown and tug.

I guide her up with a steady pull. Her body unfolds beneath me, limbs still trembling, eyes wide and glassy as I draw her up from the mattress by her hair. She rises to her knees on the bed, exposed, flushed, perfect.

I step back just enough to give space, then guide her forward, still holding her hair, until she’s crawling to the edge of the bed.

I pull her down onto all fours, knees to the mattress, ass tilted up, her back arched beautifully. Her elbows bend, chest low to the sheets, hair falling around her face like a veil.

Her pussy is glistening. Swollen. Open.

Leaking with everything I gave her.

I groan low in my chest. My hand smooths down her spine—wet skin, twitching muscles, every vertebrae shifting beneath my palm. She’s trembling. Waiting.

I grip her hips, line myself up again.

And then I push in from behind.

Her body jerks forward from the force of it, and she cries out, loud and raw, her fingers clawing at the sheets as I sink in allthe way—harder, deeper than before. Her cunt clenches around me instantly, tight and hot, milking my cock like she’s trying to pull me deeper still.

The sound is filthy—wet, slapping, primal.

I thrust again. And again.

Each movement rocks her forward, her ass smacking against my hips, skin slick with sweat, water, and heat. I keep my hand in her hair, pull her head back just enough to see the flush on her cheeks, the arch of her back, the way her mouth stays open, gasping with every deep stroke.

I fuck her harder.

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