Master of Lust

Chapter - 234

In the soft, dim glow of the bedroom, Rick hovered over Jemimah, his hand sliding around her waist with a confident ease. Their breaths mingled, creating an intimate atmosphere charged with anticipation.

As Rick's touch roamed over her skin, Jemimah felt a wave of bliss wash over her. His eyes, dark with lust, locked onto hers, reflecting her own desire back at her.

"Can I?" Rick's whisper was low, almost hesitant, but his touch spoke volumes, sending shivers down Jemimah's spine.

"Please," she whispered back, her voice catching as she kissed him passionately. Her hips moved instinctively, seeking more of the electrifying sensation that his touch promised.

Rick's member brushed against her pussy, teasing her entrance. Jemimah's breath hitched, her desire bubbling over. "Don't tease me," she whimpered, her voice thick with longing.

"As you wish," Rick murmured, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. With a tender urgency, he began to slowly enter her, his length stretching her walls. He tilted his head back, letting out a low hiss. "Fuck, so good," he groaned, his eyes squeezing shut as he buried himself fully inside her.

"You alright?" he asked, his voice rough with restraint. Jemimah nodded, biting her lip, her eyes wide with need.

"Tell me when I can move," Rick whispered, his lips trailing down to her neck. He left a series of kisses and playful bites, his hands exploring every inch of her body, driving her absolutely wild with pleasure.

Rick couldn't help but think, 'She is not that loose,' as he felt her tightness around him. He hadn't expected it, but it only made him want her more.

"D-deep, Ah~ y-you can move," Jemimah breathed out, her voice trembling. The feeling of his cock finally inside her was overwhelmingly addicting. The pleasurable stretch, the way he nearly kissed her cervix, had her mind reeling. "More," was all she could manage to say, her thoughts clouded with desire.

A deep chuckle rumbled through Rick's chest as he gently brushed a hand against her lower stomach. "Where am I, babygirl?" he teased, forcing Jemimah to wrap around him even tighter. "Fuck, c'mon, baby, show me where I am."

Jemimah, her body trembling, lowered her wobbly hand and pressed his hand harder against her stomach, her eyes rolling back slightly at the sensation.

Rick began to thrust slowly and gently, their fingers interlocking as he moved. As their passions grew, their rhythmic movements intensified. The room was filled with their intimate gasps and groans, their breaths mingling in the heated air. Jemimah willed her body to move, thrusting her hips against his. "More...move, more," she whispered, hoping he would listen.

Rick's eyes darkened with desire as he started to move, his thrusts slow and deliberate, each one dragging his cock along every sensitive area inside her. "Rick," Jemimah breathed out, her voice a plea for more.

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Rick's heart raced at the sound of her moans, each one spurring him on. With each thrust, he felt her body arch beneath him, her skin flushed with desire. He angled his hips, aiming to hit her g-spot with every movement. "God, you're so tight," he groaned, sweat beading on his forehead. "Fuck..." he muttered, his head sinking down as he tried to maintain a steady tempo for her.

"Right there," Jemimah gasped, her nails digging into his back. "Oh god, right there, Rick."

Rick's movements became more urgent, each thrust deep and powerful. He could feel her tightening around him, her body responding to his every move. "You feel so good," he murmured against her neck, his breath hot on her skin. "So fucking good."

Jemimah's legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper inside her. "Don't stop," she pleaded, her voice a breathless whisper. "Please, don't stop."

Rick's thrusts grew more frantic, his control slipping as he neared his own release. "Jemimah," he groaned, his voice rough with need. "I'm so close."

"Me too," she panted, her body trembling beneath him. "Oh god, Rick!"

She squirmed beneath him, feeling every vein on his cock rub against her silky walls, causing her to whine and moan. Her sounds of pleasure filled the room, urging him on.

Rick gripped her hips tightly, his fingers digging into her skin. He knew there would be bruises in the morning, but at that moment, he didn't care. Every time she begged him to go faster, he tried, he truly did, but a part of him held back, afraid of hurting her despite how incredible she felt around him.

Sensing his hesitation, Jemimah reached up and cupped his face with her hands. "I-I'm fine," she panted, her breath coming in quick, shallow gasps. "You won't hurt me." The look in her eyes, a mix of understanding and raw desire, melted his doubts away.

Rick nodded, taking a deep breath. "Then I will make sure you feel good." He threw aside his reservations, letting himself be fully immersed in the lust and passion. Pulling his cock out until only the head remained inside her, he plunged back in with a powerful thrust.

Jemimah's cries of pleasure echoed through the room as he drove into her, his cock stretching her with every hard thrust. Her hands dropped to the sheets, wrinkling the fabric between her fingers as she tried to cling onto something, anything. "Oh, my--," she gasped, her words catching in her throat as he buried himself to the hilt.

With a swift motion, Rick yanked her hands from the covers and pinned her wrists above her head, holding them in one palm. As her orgasm began to build, her fingers grasped at the air, desperate for something to hold onto.

"Rick, I'm gonna-" Jemimah started, only to be cut off by a harder thrust.

"Oh, I know," Rick murmured, his voice low and rough. "I can feel you clamping on my cock." He didn't slow down, his thrusts deep and relentless.

"God, it feels so fucking good," he groaned, adjusting his hips slightly to hit her sweet spot with precision. Jemimah's body arched beneath him, her cries growing louder as he drove her over the edge. She cried out, writhing in pleasure as he fucked her.

Rick's breath came in heavy pants, matching the rhythm of his thrusts. "You like that, baby?" he asked, his voice a mix of lust and affection. "You like how I fill you up?"

"Yes, yes, oh god, yes!" Jemimah cried out, her body trembling. "Don't stop, Rick, please don't stop."

Rick's grip tightened on her wrists, his thrusts becoming more urgent. "I'm not stopping," he promised, his voice strained with the effort of holding back his own release. "Not until you cum for me."

"Rick! Yes Rick!" Jemimah's moans turned into a desperate chant of his name as she felt her orgasm crest. With one final, powerful thrust, Rick sent her spiraling over the edge. She screamed his name, her body shaking with the force of her climax.

She wiggled beneath him, feeling every ridge and vein of his cock rubbing against her silky walls, causing her to whine and moan. The pleasure was so intense that she couldn't help but move her hips against his, seeking more.

Rick pulled out of her, flipping her over effortlessly. He positioned her on her hands and knees, staring at her moist, writhing pussy, pulsing around nothing. Jemimah whined at the empty, cold sensation he left her with, but before she could protest further, he flattened his tongue against her dripping cunt.

Her head fell between her shoulders as he sucked up the remnants of her last climax, his tongue driving her wild.

Without warning, Rick positioned himself behind her again, aligning his cock with her slit. Jemimah braced herself for the overwhelming fullness, but instead, he teased her, brushing his tip around her quivering entrance. She got wetter by the second, imagining how it would feel when he finally filled her again.

"Rick," Jemimah whined, her voice desperate. Rick chuckled softly, enjoying her need. "Take whatever you want. Today I'm all yours, baby."

Wasting no time, Jemimah thrust herself back onto his cock, reveling in the fullness and depth he brought. Rick's eyes widened at the sight, realizing just how desperate she was for him.

Jemimah began to move back and forth, fucking herself on him, trying to take him as deep as possible. Rick's hands settled on her waist, pulling her hips even closer to him. "Fuck," he moaned, the sensation driving him crazy.

"Rick, it's so good," Jemimah rasped, her voice thick with pleasure. She was already on the brink of her fourth orgasm, and he showed no signs of stopping.

One of Rick's hands left her waist and curled around her throat, gently lifting her body up and bringing her back against his chest. His hips never slowed, each thrust hitting her deeply. "You feel amazing," he murmured against her ear, his breath hot on her skin.

Rick sucked on her neck, his teeth grazing her sensitive skin. Jemimah was so close to breaking, needing just one more push to send her over the edge. "Rick, I'm so close," she gasped, her hands gripping the sheets tightly.

"Come for me, baby," Rick whispered, his voice rough with lust. "I want to feel you come around me."

His words were all it took. With a cry, Jemimah's body tensed and then exploded in pleasure. Her orgasm hit her like a tidal wave, her pussy clenching around Rick's cock as she came hard.

Jemimah's body trembled in his hands, tears streaming down her cheeks as Rick fucked her through her high. She was a mix of pleasure and raw emotion, completely overwhelmed by the intensity of it all.

"That's it, give it to me," Rick growled, his voice husky. Her body ached, but he kept pounding into her, relentless and driven by their shared need.

"Rick," she moaned, his name escaping her lips like a desperate plea. She squeezed around him, trying to bring him closer to his own release.

Rick paused briefly, then drew out and flipped Jemimah onto her back with ease. He spread her legs wide, positioning himself at her entrance once more. This time, he slid in slowly, savoring the feeling of her wrapped around him.

"I know, baby, I know," Rick whispered, his lips brushing against her tear-stained cheeks as he peppered them with gentle kisses. "Just one more time, okay? Can you do that for me one more time?"

Jemimah nodded, dazed and exhausted but still yearning for more. Rick's slow, deliberate thrusts drove her wild. His hand roamed over her body, finding its way to her sensitive spot, making her gasp with pleasure.

Rick thrust back and forth, his face buried in the crook of her neck. Jemimah felt a flood of bliss rising within her, their bodies moving in perfect harmony. Each breath, each touch, set off sparks that fueled their lust.

"Oh god, Rick," Jemimah gasped, her nails digging into his back. "You feel so good."

"Fuck, Jemimah," Rick groaned, his voice thick with need. "You drive me crazy."

Their pace quickened, the rhythm of their movements growing more urgent. Jemimah's moans filled the room, mingling with Rick's heavy breaths. She felt her orgasm building again, the pressure mounting inside her.

"I'm so close," she panted, her eyes squeezed shut. "So close."

"Me too," Rick murmured against her neck. "Come with me, baby."

Rick groaned, the sensation almost too much to bear. He continued to thrust through her orgasm, his own climax approaching rapidly. "Fuck, Jemimah," he growled, his movements becoming more erratic. "I am gonna come."

"Do it," she urged, her voice breathless. "Come inside me."

With a final, powerful thrust, Rick buried himself deep inside her, his release crashing over him. He groaned loudly, his cock pulsing as he filled her with his cum. They stayed like that for a moment, both of them panting and spent, their bodies still intertwined.

Jemimah nodded, a blissful smile spreading across her lips. She replied, her voice soft and content. "That was incredible."

"It was indeed," Rick grinned, "We put on a great show for the audience." Rick said as his gaze turned towards the slightly open door of the room.

"I am sure everyone enjoyed it."

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