Path To Godhood Begins With Marrying Wife And Gaining SSS Rank Skill

Chapter 290: 290:The Dragon’s Roar

“IT FEELS LIKE PEE-AHHHHH!”

A guttural, broken wail tore from her throat as her orgasm hit. Her pussy clenched rhythmically around his fingers, a hot gush of fluid soaking his hand and chin.

Squirt jetting out of her pussy drenched the sheets beneath her ass with her release.

He licked pussy until she climaxed hard and then let her shuddering body come down. She collapsed as if boneless and panting, her chest heaving. Tears of overwhelming sensation leaked from the corners of her eyes.

Ethan crawled back up her body, his cock has become rock-hard and dripping with precum nudging against her soaked inner thigh. He kissed her deeply, letting her taste herself on his lips.

Cheupppp!

“That was just the beginning, my wife,” he whispered, lining the broad, leaking head of his cock against her stretched, quivering entrance.

“Now I’m going to put my sleeping dragon inside you. And I’m not going to stop until it’s roared so deep inside your womb that you’ll feel it for days.”

Claira panting heavily looked at the shadow falling over her navel.For a moment she sombered and wondered if it was gonna fit when…”Hisssss!”

Ethan grabbed her clit making her moan and pushed forward.

The resistance was immediate and fierce. Her tight virgin flesh strained against the massive intrusion. He saw her eyes fly open, saw the shock and the bright flash of pain. He paused, his own body trembling with the effort of holding still.

“UHHHH!”Her lips curled into a o shaped filled with shock.

“Look at me,” he ordered, his voice rough. She focused on his face, her breath coming in short, sharp pants. “You take it. You can take every inch of your husband’s cock.”

With a final, grinding thrust, he breached her completely. The thin barrier of her innocence gave way with a soft, wet snick. A trickle of virgin blood, bright red, mixed with their combined fluids, smearing across her thighs and his.

“AHHH!It hurts …It hurtssss!”Claira shivered involuntarily due to the sudden influx of pain followed by a sweet enthralled pleasure.

Ethan didn’t stop rather slammed it one go stretching her pussy far and wide.

Buried to the hilt inside a tight, searing hot heaven that clenched around him like a velvet fist. He threw his head back, a ragged groan ripping from his chest. “Fuuuuck… Claira… your pussy… it’s like a fucking pincers…”

She whimpered beneath him, her nails digging into his shoulders. The initial sting was fading, replaced by a deep, stretching fullness that stole the air from her lungs.

He was so big. She could feel him everywhere, pressing against walls she never knew she had.

“It… it’s so deep,” she gasped.

“It’s going to get deeper,” he promised, and began to move.

Ethan’s hands tightened on her hips, his breathing a ragged growl in her ear. “On your hands and knees, my sweet wife. I want to see that perfect little ass in the air.”

With a firm, possessive grip, he flipped her. The world spun for a moment and then Claira was on all fours, her back arched, her small, round ass presented to him. Her freshly stretched pussy felt achingly empty for just a second before she felt the broad, wet head of his cock nudge against her soaked entrance once more.

“Oh, god…” she whimpered, the position making her feel exposed, owned.

He didn’t hesitate. He gripped the swell of her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh, and drove himself back into her with one long, deep, reclaiming thrust.

“UNNHH!” Claira cried out, her arms buckling as he filled her completely, that incredible fullness stealing her breath. The angle was different, deeper somehow, and she could feel him nudging against something impossibly far inside her.

“Fuck, that’s it,” Ethan groaned, his voice thick with lust. He began to move, setting a hard, steady rhythm. His hips pistoned forward, his pelvis meeting the soft globes of her ass with sharp, wet slaps.

Smack!Smack! Smack.

The sound echoed off the walls like a lewd, rhythmic percussion to their mating session. Each impact jolted her forward, making her small breasts sway and bounce beneath her.

“Your pussy feel like fucking heaven, Claira,” he rasped, leaning over her, his chest hot against her back. His lips brushed her ear. “So tight and hot and wet for me. My perfect little wife. Taking her husband cock like she was made for it.”

His words, so filthy and forbidden, sent a fresh wave of heat flooding through her core. She moaned, a long, loud, broken sound. “Ethan… yes…”

“You love this, don’t you?” he demanded, his thrusts growing harder, faster. The bed began to creak in protest. “You love getting your pussy pounded by your husband. Tell me.”

“I love it!” she sobbed, the confession torn from her. “I love your cock, brother Ethan! I love it inside me!”

“Good girl,” he praised, the words a dark caress. His hand snaked around her hip, his fingers finding the slick, swollen nub of her clit. He rubbed it in rough, frantic circles, matching the tempo of his pounding. The dual stimulation was too much, a coil of unbearable pressure winding tighter and tighter in her belly.

“OOHHH!AHHHH!”

Her moans became screams, wordless and raw. She felt her body tightening, her inner walls beginning to flutter and spasm around his thick shaft. “I’m… I’m gonna… aaaah!”

“Come for me,” he ordered, his voice a feral snarl. “Squirt all over my cock. Let me feel it.”

The command shattered her. Her orgasm erupted like a volcanic surge of pleasure that ripped through her from her clenched toes to the roots of her hair.

Her pussy convulsed in rhythmic, milking pulses around his invading length. And as the peak hit, a hot, gushing torrent erupted from her not just her creamy release, but a sudden stream of piss, triggered by the intense pressure on her bladder.

Squirt-squelch-gush!

The liquid sprayed out around the base of his cock, soaking his balls, her thighs, the sheets beneath them in a hot, golden shower. The scent of urine mixed with the musky perfume of sex filled the air.

“FUCK YES!” Ethan roared, his thrusts turning brutal, animalistic. The feeling of her hot piss coating him, the incredible tightness of her spasming cunt, it was all too much. He was right on the edge. “Take my cum now, wife. I’m gonna fill your womb so fucking deep.”

He slammed into her one last time, hilting himself, and let go.