Extra's Life: MILFs Won't Leave the Incubus Alone Chapter 569 - 564: No Mercy Left

The quiet after the last orgasm lasted less than an hour.

Elizabeth woke to the thick, sticky slide of Aiden’s half-hard cock still resting against the mess between her thighs.

Every shift of her body made more of his cum leak out of her in warm, filthy trails that ran down over her ass and soaked into the sheets. She was sore, swollen, thoroughly used—and already aching for more.

Her cunt throbbed with a deep, bruised pulse. Her nipples were still stiff and sensitive against the sheets. The air in the room smelled heavy with sex.

She reached back, found him, and wrapped her fingers around the thick shaft. She stroked him slow and firm until he hardened fully against her ass, the head dragging through the wet mess he had left in her.

"Again," she rasped, voice ruined from screaming. "I don’t care if I can’t walk tomorrow. Fuck me until the bed breaks."

Aiden’s arm tightened around her waist. He didn’t answer with words. He simply lifted her top leg high, lined himself up against her open, leaking cunt, and drove back into her in one brutal thrust.

Elizabeth’s cry tore out of her throat, raw and loud.

"Ah—fuck—Aiden—!"

He didn’t start slow. He fucked her hard from the first stroke, hips slamming forward so the wet slap of skin on skin cracked through the room like gunshots.

*Slap-slap-slap-slap-slap—*

The bedframe slammed into the wall with every thrust.

*Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud.*

Her body jolted forward with each impact. His cock stretched her open again, forcing its way through the thick load still inside her. The friction was rough and wet and perfect. She could feel every ridge, every pulse of his thick shaft as he buried himself to the hilt and pulled back only to slam in harder.

"Take it," he growled against her ear, voice dark and possessive. "Take every fucking inch while you’re still dripping last night’s loads. You’re not empty until I say you are."

"Yes—yes—use me—ruin me—" Elizabeth sobbed, pushing back to meet him. Her ass slapped against his hips. "Harder—make it hurt—make me feel you for days—"

He reached around and pinched her clit roughly between two fingers while he pounded into her. Her whole body jerked. A broken, high-pitched moan ripped from her lungs. The dual sensation of his cock slamming deep and his fingers working her swollen clit made her vision blur.

"That’s it—scream for me. Let the whole temple know whose cunt this is."

She did. Her moans turned into open, shameless wails that bounced off the stone walls. "Aiden—Aiden—fuck—I’m yours—only yours—fill me again—please—"

He flipped her onto her stomach without pulling out, then yanked her hips up high so her face pressed into the mattress and her ass was presented to him.

He mounted her like an animal. One hand fisted in her hair, the other braced on the headboard for leverage. He drove into her so deep the headboard began to crack against the wall in a relentless, violent rhythm.

*Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang.*

The angle let him hit deeper than before. Every thrust punched a wet, filthy sound out of her cunt. Cum and her own juices squelched around his cock and ran down the insides of her thighs. Her tits scraped against the sheets with every hard shove.

"Listen to that," he snarled. "That’s the sound of me claiming what’s mine. Your cunt is never going to forget the shape of my cock."

Elizabeth’s fingers clawed at the sheets. Spit and tears streaked her face. The pressure built fast and brutal. She came with a raw, screaming orgasm that made her whole body seize, cunt clamping down so hard Aiden cursed and had to fight to keep thrusting through the spasms.

Her walls fluttered and squeezed, milking him, but he forced his way through it, hips never slowing.

He didn’t stop. He fucked her straight through it, forcing another climax out of her before the first had even finished. Her second scream was louder, almost desperate. Her legs shook. Her cunt gushed around him in a hot rush that soaked the front of his thighs.

"Too much—it’s too much—don’t stop—don’t you fucking stop—"

Only when she was shaking and incoherent did he bury himself to the root and unload inside her again, thick ropes of cum forced deep by the relentless grind of his hips.

He stayed locked inside her, pulsing, while she whimpered and twitched under him. She could feel every spurt, every throb as he pumped her full once more.

When he finally pulled out, a massive rush of their combined fluids poured out of her in a messy flood. It ran down over her clit and dripped onto the sheets in thick strings.

Elizabeth collapsed face-down, legs still spread, cunt gaping and leaking. Her hole stayed open for a few seconds, pink and used, before slowly trying to close around the emptiness.

Aiden looked down at the wreckage he had made of her and felt nothing but fierce, possessive satisfaction. Her back was marked with red lines from his grip. Her ass was flushed from the impact of his hips. Cum continued to trickle out of her in slow pulses.

"Still not done," he said.

He gave her almost no recovery.

Aiden dragged her off the bed by the ankles until her hips hung off the edge. Her upper body stayed on the mattress, face pressed into the wet sheets.

He stood between her spread thighs, lined his still-hard cock up against her ruined entrance, and slammed back into her in one brutal stroke.

Elizabeth’s scream was pure, broken need.

"Ah—gods—yes—fuck me—destroy me—"

He hooked her legs over his shoulders and folded her in half, pounding down into her with the full weight of his body. The position left her completely open and helpless.

His cock drove straight down into the deepest part of her. The wet, filthy sounds of their joining were obscenely loud—squelching, slapping, continuous.

*Slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap—*

The bed slammed into the wall so hard dust sifted down from the ceiling beams.

*Bang-bang-bang-bang-bang—*

"Look at you," Aiden snarled, staring into her eyes while he wrecked her. "Legs in the air, cunt full of me, screaming like a whore for more. Is this what the quiet officer needed? To be used until she can’t think?"

"Yes—" Elizabeth sobbed, eyes glassy with pleasure. Tears leaked from the corners of her eyes and ran back into her hair. "I needed this—needed you to break me—claim every part of me—make me yours so completely I can’t hide it—"

He reached down and slapped her clit with two fingers in time with his thrusts. The sharp sting mixed with the deep stretch of his cock. She came instantly, violently, a gush of fluid spraying around his shaft as she screamed his name loud enough to carry into the corridor.

"Aiden—Aiden—I’m coming—I’m fucking coming again—"

He didn’t slow. He fucked her through the orgasm and straight into the next, forcing climax after climax out of her until her voice cracked and her body went limp with overstimulation.

Her cunt kept spasming around him in weak, helpless flutters. Still she begged for more between broken moans.

"More—please—fill me until I can’t take any more—I want to walk into the northern planning leaking your cum down my legs—I want everyone to smell what you did to me—"

Aiden’s control finally snapped. He yanked her up into his arms, still buried inside her, and fucked her standing, her back against the wall. The impact of their bodies made a new, heavier rhythm of flesh and stone.

*Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud.*

Elizabeth’s legs locked around his waist. Her nails raked down his back hard enough to draw blood. She could feel the fresh welts rising under her fingers.

He held her under the ass and drove up into her with short, savage thrusts that ground against her cervix. Every upward slam forced another broken sound out of her throat.

She came again with a hoarse, shattered cry, cunt spasming wildly around him. The orgasm was almost painful in its intensity. Her vision went white at the edges. Her body tried to curl in on itself but he held her open and kept fucking her through it.

He followed with a guttural roar, slamming her down onto his cock and flooding her so deep she could feel every pulse. Hot cum pumped into her in thick jets, mixing with everything already inside.

They stayed locked together against the wall, shaking, sweat-slick, the air thick with the smell of sex and the fading echoes of her screams. His cock twitched inside her as the last of his load emptied.

Slowly Aiden carried her back to the destroyed bed and laid her down. Cum poured out of her in a continuous, heavy trickle the moment he slipped free. It soaked the sheets in a dark, spreading stain. The wall bore fresh scuff marks and a faint crack in the plaster where the headboard had struck over and over.

He crawled over her, kissed her swollen mouth with surprising tenderness, and rested his forehead against hers. Their breath mixed. Her lips were puffy and bitten. His were the same.

"I love you," he said, voice rough. "Even when I’m ruining you. Especially then."

Elizabeth’s eyes filled with exhausted tears. She cupped his face with trembling hands. Her arms felt heavy. Her legs were still twitching with aftershocks.

"I love you too," she whispered. "So much it scares me. Keep ruining me. Keep claiming me. Don’t ever stop."

Outside, the first pale light of morning touched the windows. Somewhere in the temple a distant bell began to ring the hour. The quiet had been shattered completely—broken by moans, by the brutal rhythm of their bodies, by the loud, unapologetic sound of two people who had decided the world could wait.

They still had a few hours before the northern planning began.

Aiden was already hardening against her thigh again. His cock was slick with their combined mess, the head dragging through the wet trail on her skin as it thickened.

Elizabeth smiled, ruined and radiant, and spread her legs wider. Her cunt was red and puffy, still leaking a slow stream of white. She reached down and parted her folds with two fingers, showing him everything.

"One more before the day starts," she said. "Make it count."

He did.

Aiden pushed back into her in one long, deep stroke that forced another wet sound from her used hole. Elizabeth’s head tipped back and a low, broken moan left her throat.

He settled between her thighs and started fucking her again—slower this time, but just as deep, grinding against her cervix on every thrust. The bed creaked under them. Cum and juices made wet, filthy noises with every movement.

"You’re going to walk into that room with my cum dripping out of you," he said against her mouth. "Every step. Every time you sit down. You’re going to feel me."

"Yes," she whispered, legs wrapping around him. "Do it. Leave me full."

He fucked her until she came again, softer this time but just as wrecked, her cunt fluttering weakly around him. Then he buried himself deep and came with a low groan, adding one more load to the mess already inside her. He stayed there, cock still twitching, until the last pulse faded.

When he finally pulled out, the rush of fluid was immediate and heavy. Elizabeth didn’t close her legs. She lay there with her thighs open, watching the thick white trail run down over her ass and onto the ruined sheets.

Aiden rolled onto his side next to her and rested a hand low on her belly, feeling the slight swell from everything he had pumped into her.

"Mine," he said.

"Yours," she answered.

The bell outside finished ringing. Morning light grew stronger through the window. Somewhere down the corridor, people would start waking and moving. None of that mattered yet.

Elizabeth reached between them, found his cock, and stroked the sticky length slowly until it began to thicken under her hand once more.

"We still have time," she said.