FREE USE in Primitive World

The careful rhythm did not last.

Once Sol felt the worst of her resistance begin to ease... once those tight virgin walls stopped fighting every inch and getting wetter and actually letting him move... he stopped holding back.

The short, careful strokes turned into deeper, harder thrusts. He pulled farther out and slammed back in harder, burying himself to the root each time until his hips slapped against hers and the soft bushy mound of her pussy crushed against the base of his cock. The wet sound of their joining grew louder, filthier, echoing under the willows with every impact.

But even while he fucked her he couldn’t stop touching the rest of her.

His mouth was already latched on her neck, licking the sweat and pond water off the dark marks he’d already left, biting down hard enough to make her jolt while his cock kept driving deep.

One hand stayed glued to her ass, spreading her open and yanking her down onto every thrust. The other kept roaming... squeezing the full soft weight of her tits, pinching the already swollen nipples, dragging down the strong line of her stomach just to feel the muscle jump under his palm.

He was obsessed. Every inch of her mature body felt like something he needed to claim with hands and mouth while his cock ruined the tight virgin heat between her legs.

Veylara’s reactions also got sharper with the change.

Each hard thrust forced a broken sound out of her... sometimes a gasp, sometimes a low cry, sometimes something closer to a moan that she still tried to choke down and failed.

Her cunt clenched hard around him on every inward slam, then dragged along his cock in a tight silken pull on every withdrawal.

The stretch was still intense for her; he could feel it in the way her body kept tensing up, how her fingers dug into his shoulders, how her strong thighs wouldn’t stop trembling.

But she was wet enough now that he could actually fuck her properly, and he used every bit of that slickness.

He fucked her standing in the water first, holding her tightly against him while he drove up into her with steady, powerful strokes.

Cold water splashed around their hips from how hard he was moving, but inside her it stayed burning hot. He couldn’t keep his mouth off her.

He licked a stripe up the side of her throat, sucked hard on the spot under her ear, then dropped his head and took one full breast into his mouth again even while he kept thrusting. He sucked the dark nipple deep, used his teeth, worried the soft flesh while his hips slammed up into her.

The dual sensation made her cry out and clench around his cock so hard his vision blurred.

After a while he changed the angle without ever really letting go of her body.

Sol lifted one of her thighs high against his hip, opening her wider, and fucked into her with longer, deeper strokes that made her breath stutter.

The new position let him grind against her front wall on every thrust, and the difference in her sounds was instant.

The pain was still there, but something else had started to mix with it... sharper, higher, almost startled.

Her pussy fluttered harder around him whenever he dragged across that spot. Fresh wetness spilled down his cock and into the water.

He kept the pace demanding, refusing to slow even when her free leg trembled against the pond bottom and her forehead dropped to his shoulder.

While he fucked her like that he kept worshipping the rest of her with his mouth.

He licked the valley between her tits, bit the soft undersides, went back to the nipples and sucked them in turn until both were dark and shiny and even more sensitive.

His free hand squeezed and molded the beautiful, enticing curve of her ass, fingers dipping into the crack, dangerously close to her asshole just to feel her tense.

It wasn’t wrong to say he was greedy for every reaction... every flinch, every involuntary roll of her hips, every broken sound that left her throat when he combined a deep thrust with a hard suck on her nipple.

Turning her around, he pulled out of her with a wet sound that made her flinch, spun her around so her back was against his chest, and immediately shoved back into that tight heat from behind.

Veylara’s hands flew out for a second before he locked an arm around her middle and yanked her fully onto his cock again.

The new angle was deeper. He felt it in how her body seized up around him, in the raw cry that tore out of her throat when he bottomed out.

Soft cheeks of her ass pressed against his hips. That slight curve of her lower back arched under his arm. He could look down and watch his thick cock disappearing between her spread thighs, watch those plump outer lips stretch around him, watch the dark curls get wetter with every thrust.

The sight alone made him growl and fuck her harder.

One hand stayed banded across her stomach, keeping her locked against him.

The other reached up and grabbed a full breast, squeezing the soft weight, pinching and rolling the already abused nipple while he drove into her from behind.

At the same time his mouth latched onto the side of her neck again... licking, sucking, biting... leaving fresh marks over the ones already there.

Each thrust shoved her forward a little; each time he pulled her back onto him the wet slap of their bodies filled the quiet night.

Veylara’s head tipped back against his shoulder. Mouth open. The sounds leaving her weren’t controlled anymore... broken, rhythmic, getting punched out of her by how hard he was slamming deep.

Sol was completely gone on her body.

He licked the shell of her ear, bit the lobe, dragged his tongue down the damp column of her throat while his cock kept wrecking the tight virgin cunt that had never taken a man before.