Forbidden Cravings
Chapter 36: She Commanded One More Round (R-18)

Chapter 36: She Commanded One More Round (R-18)

"Ahh... that was good... huff* huff* Fuck..." Sara said, her voice low and rough, sprawled over me, her naked body draped across mine like a heavy, warm blanket.

Her skin was smooth, soft against me, her big boobs pressing into my chest—full and plush, the same size as Aeri’s, the thought flickering through my head uninvited. Sweat slicked us both, her dark hair sticking to her shoulders, her stockings still clinging to her thighs as she lay there, catching her breath.

"Ahh... huhuhh... huff*..." I panted under her, my chest heaving, my lungs clawing for air as I stared up at the cracked ceiling, the dim lights flickering faintly overhead.

The bed creaked beneath us, the sheets a tangled mess, the air thick with the musky aftermath—her scent, mine, the raw mix of us still hanging heavy.

"You sure know how to fuck a woman... damn..." she said, gulping hard, her voice tinged with reluctant awe as she shifted slightly, her boobs rubbing against me. She propped herself up on one elbow, her other hand brushing her hair back, her eyes glinting as she looked down at me.

"For the second time," I said, letting out a loud *sighh*, "I work at a brothel—so obviously I know." My tone was dry, flat. I wiped sweat off my brow with the back of my hand, my dick still slick and softening between us, the sign of what we’d just done glistening in the low light.

"Right..." She giggled, a sharp, teasing sound, sitting up slow and swinging her legs off me. She perched on the edge of the bed, her gaze dropping to my wet dick—still twitching faintly from the orgasm I’d given her—and smirked, her lips curling like she’d won something.

"I never thought I’d fuck the child I found on the road that day," she said, crawling onto all fours, her ass swaying as she moved to the bed’s edge. "You sure have grown up." Her voice dipped, mocking but edged with something else—memory, maybe, or just more ammo to throw at me.

"Me neither..." I muttered, sitting up slow, my back cracking as I shifted, my eyes landing on her ass—round, bare, swaying deliberately as she positioned herself.

The stockings stretched tight over her thighs, her skin flushed pink from the heat of us, and she glanced back at me, her hair falling over one shoulder, a teasing glint in her eye.

"Come on," she said, her tone flipping to a command, her smirk sharp and unrelenting as she arched her back a little more, offering herself up.

"Do it from behind now." She tilted her head, catching my stare, her voice daring me to hesitate, her ass swaying just enough to pull me in despite the knot in my gut.

I exhaled hard, my hands flexing at my sides, the weight of her words and her damn smirk sinking in. The room felt smaller, the air stickier, the brothel’s distant hum seeping through the walls as I stared at her, caught again in her game, no way out but forward.

"Didn’t you just get your orgasm?" I asked, my voice rough, a little exasperated as I sat there on the bed, my chest still heaving from the last round. Sweat dripping down my neck, my hands resting on my thighs as I stared at her swaying ass, trying to catch a damn break.

Sara glanced back at me, her smirk sharp and wicked, her dark hair spilling over her shoulder as she stayed on all fours, her stockings stretched tight over her thighs.

"Once or twice isn’t enough," she said, giggling low, her ass swaying deliberately, teasing me like a cat with a toy. "I’ve paid a lot to finish this early—I’ve gotta use my man-whore properly." Her tone was light, taunting, but it landed heavy, her words digging in as she rocked her hips, daring me to argue.

I let out a loud *sighhh*, the air rushing out of me as I rubbed my face with one hand, the reality sinking in hard. No option here—none. She had me locked in, her cash and her secret dangling over my head like a noose. The room’s sweet air pressed in, the lights flickering overhead, the distant thump of the brothel’s music a faint pulse through the walls. Fine—whatever she wanted, I’d give it, just to get through this.

I shifted, climbing up behind her, my knees sinking into the creaky mattress as I positioned myself between her legs. My hands grabbed her ass—firm, warm, slick with sweat—and I spread her slightly, lining my tip up with her pussy, still wet and glistening from before. I pushed in slow, the head sliding past her entrance, and she sucked in a sharp breath.

"Ahh..." Sara moaned, her voice soft but needy, her body tensing as I entered her. She was still sensitive, her walls twitching around me, hot and tight from the last orgasm, and it hit her quick, her fingers curling into the sheets.

"Arghh...ahhh.." I groaned, the tightness gripping my dick as I thrust deeper, the sensation sharp and overwhelming, my hands digging into her hips to steady myself.

I started moving, my hips slapping against her ass, the rhythm picking up fast. The *slap, slap, slap* of skin on skin erupted loud, echoing in the cramped space, drowning out the bed’s creaky protests as I fucked her from behind.

"Ahh... ahhh... yeahh... ahh... so good... ahh..." Sara moaned, her voice breaking into frantic little cries, her hands sliding forward to grip the wooden edge of the bed, knuckles whitening as she held on.

Her boobs swung right and left under her, bare and heavy, rocking with every thrust, the motion wild and hypnotic as I drove my dick into her hole, the heat building fast between us.

"Arghh, yeahh, give me... more..." she moaned, her head tipping forward, her hair falling in a messy curtain around her face as she begged for it, her ass pushing back to meet me, greedy and unrelenting.

Her voice was raw, desperate, her body trembling under the onslaught, and I gripped her her ass tighter, my fingers sinking into her flesh as I gave her what she wanted—harder, deeper, no holding back.