Hospital Debauchery-Chapter 196: The Bride IV

Knock.

Knock.

Knock.

"Serena, honey, are you there?"

Eleanor’s voice sliced through the air, crisp and perfectly modulated.

Serena’s entire body locked up in absolute terror. Every muscle seized, her ruined pussy clamping down so violently around Devon’s cock that he hissed through his teeth, hips jerking involuntarily.

The sudden pressure made him swell even thicker inside her, veins pulsing against her raw, oversensitive walls, dragging over nerves that had been fucked into screaming submission hours ago.

Their mixed cum still leaked from where they were joined, a slow, filthy river sliding down her ass crack, pooling beneath her on the soaked sheets that clung cold and wet to her skin.

Another three knocks, sharper, impatient.

"Serena? Sweetheart, open the door right now. Everyone’s asking for you."

Devon didn’t flinch.

Didn’t care.

If anything, the knowledge that only a flimsy slab of wood separated them from total exposure made him harder.

He flexed inside her deliberately, a slow, possessive roll of his hips that ground the fat crown of his cock against her cervix and forced a broken, panicked sob from her throat.

Serena clawed at his chest, nails raking bloody lines across his skin, leaving red welts that beaded instantly.

"Devon—please—stop—she’s right there—my mother-in-law—oh God—"

He answered by pulling out slow, agonizingly slow, every inch deliberate torture, letting her feel the obscene drag of his cock through her ruined pussy, letting her feel the way her walls clung to him, creamy and desperate, trying to suck him back in.

He stopped when only the fat, leaking crown stretched her entrance, held there, letting her feel empty and aching and gaping.

A thick, pearly string of their mixed cum stretched between them, swaying like a lewd pendulum, then snapped, splattering onto the sheets with a wet sound.

Serena’s thighs shook uncontrollably. Fresh tears spilled down her temples into her hair.

"Please—please—"

He slammed back in, one brutal, punishing thrust that punched the air from her lungs and forced a raw, strangled scream from her throat.

The headboard cracked against the wall like a gunshot.

The wet slap of his hips against her soaked thighs echoed like a slap to the face.

Her pussy gushed around him, squirting a hot ribbon down his balls and onto the carpet in a shameful arc.

"Shhh," he growled against her ear, teeth grazing the lobe, voice dark velvet and steel.

"Answer her."

He didn’t stop.

He shifted his grip, hooked both her legs over his forearms, folded her nearly in half until her knees were crushed to her shoulders, ankles by her ears, pussy tilted up and completely, obscenely exposed.

Then he started fucking her in deep, punishing strokes that made her heavy tits bounce wildly, nipples dark and swollen and aching, made her toes curl so hard the joints cracked.

Every thrust dragged the thick ridge of his cock over her g-spot, ground his pubic bone against her clit in filthy circles, made fresh slick gush out around him in messy pulses, dripping down her ass crack, soaking the sheets beneath her in an ever-widening puddle that squelched beneath her back.

Serena slapped both trembling hands over her mouth, eyes huge and glassy, mascara streaking down her cheeks in thick black rivers, shaking her head no, no, no, please God no, not like this, not with her listening.

Eleanor knocked again, harder, the door rattling in its frame. "Serena? Are you all right in there? You sound... weird. Open the door, darling. I’m worried sick."

Devon’s rhythm never faltered.

He leaned down, sucked one bruised, aching nipple into his mouth, bit down hard enough to leave perfect teeth marks in the tender flesh, then soothed the sting with slow, wet circles of his tongue, lapping at the sweat beading on her skin like he was tasting her fear.

He pulled out suddenly, cock glistening with a thick layer of her cream and his previous loads, angry red and throbbing, veins standing out like cords.

Flipped her onto her stomach in one brutal motion, grabbed her hips, and yanked her up until she was on her knees, face shoved into the ruined sheets that reeked of sex and sweat and them, the fabric cold and wet against her cheek, when she bit down to muffle her scream.

He drove back in from behind, deeper than before, the angle forcing the head of his cock to kiss her cervix on every stroke, nudging something inside her that made her vision white out and her spine bow.

One hand fisted tight in her hair, yanking her head back until her scalp burned and her spine arched like a drawn bow, throat exposed, diamond choker glinting.

The other came down on her ass—CRACK—hard enough to leave a perfect, burning red handprint that bloomed instantly across her pale skin, the sting shooting straight to her clit like lightning.

She came with a muffled, broken wail into the mattress, pussy spasming wildly, squirting so hard it splashed his thighs, the sheets, the floor in hot, shameful arcs that left dark, spreading stains on the carpet.

"Serena!" Eleanor’s voice rose, panic threading through the polish. "Open this door right now! I’m coming in—I have a spare key—"

Devon pulled out again, spun Serena around like she weighed nothing, and lifted her clean off the bed.

Her legs wrapped around his waist on pure muscle memory, arms clutching his shoulders, nails digging bloody crescents into his skin.

He walked—still inside her, every step driving him deeper, the head of his cock grinding against her cervix with every stride—until her back slammed against the door with a thud that made Eleanor gasp audibly on the other side.

He pinned her there, against the thin wooden barrier separating them from total ruin, and started fucking her standing.

Slow, filthy rolls of his hips at first, grinding his pubic bone against her clit in tight, merciless circles, then hard, punishing thrusts that rattled the door in its frame, made the hinges squeal, made Eleanor’s silhouette flicker in the gap beneath the door as she pressed closer, listening.

Serena’s eyes went huge with horror.

She shook her head frantically, tears streaming, mouth open in a silent scream, but her body betrayed her completely—legs locking tighter around him, heels digging into the small of his back, pulling him deeper, hips rolling to meet every thrust like she was trying to climb inside him, like she couldn’t get him deep enough.

"Serena, talk to me!"

Eleanor pleaded, palm slapping the door right beside Serena’s ear, the vibration traveling through the wood and into Serena’s spine, into her bones, into her clit.

"You’re scaring me, darling! Open up!"

Devon’s hand clamped over Serena’s mouth, fingers pressing hard into her cheeks, muffling her cries into wet, desperate whimpers that vibrated against his palm.

With the other he reached down between their sweat-slick bodies, found her swollen, oversensitive clit, and rubbed tight, merciless circles with the pad of his thumb, slick with their juices.

Her muffled scream vibrated against his hand, her pussy clamping down so hard he groaned low in his throat, hips stuttering for a single heartbeat.

"Tell her you’re fine," he whispered, voice black sin, lips brushing her ear as he thrust slow and deep, making the door creak with every stroke, making Eleanor’s shadow shift nervously outside.

Serena tried. God, she tried.

"I—I’m—"

A sharp, brutal thrust stole her breath, punched a moan from her throat that vibrated against his palm.

"I’m f-fine—"

Another thrust, harder, the door rattling violently, the knob jiggling as Eleanor tested it. "Just—ah—just need a m-minute—please—"

Her voice cracked on a desperate, wrecked moan she barely swallowed, high and trembling and utterly unconvincing.

Eleanor hesitated, hand still flat against the door. "You sound like you’re crying, darling. Open the door. Let me in. Whatever it is, we can fix it. Ethan is worried sick—he thinks you’re having second thoughts."

Devon sped up, hips snapping, cock dragging over every sensitive spot inside her, balls slapping wetly against her ass with every thrust.

Serena’s eyes rolled back, tears spilling faster.

She was so close again, humiliatingly close, with her mother-in-law two inches of wood away, listening to every filthy sound, every wet slap, every choked sob.

"I’m not—c-crying—" she managed, voice high and shaking, every word punctuated by the wet slap of Devon’s balls against her soaked skin, by the rhythmic thud of her body against the door, by the obscene squelch of his cock moving inside her.

"Just—just tired—please—go back down—I’ll be there soon—promise—please—"

A long, terrible heartbeat of silence.

Then Eleanor, softer, worried, almost maternal.

"All right, sweetheart."

"Take your time. I’ll... I’ll tell Ethan you needed a moment alone. Don’t cry, okay? It’s your day. Everything will be perfect."

The footsteps retreated, heels clicking down the hallway, fading slowly, until the corridor was silent again.

The second they were gone, Serena’s orgasm crashed over her like a tidal wave.

She screamed into Devon’s hand, raw and shattered, nails raking bloody trails down his back, pussy gushing around his cock in violent, pulsing waves, squirting so hard it splashed the door, ran down her thighs in rivers, dripped onto the carpet in obscene puddles that soaked into the fibers and left dark, permanent stains.

Devon didn’t stop.

He spun her away from the door, carried her back to the bed in three long strides, and threw her down on her back like she was weightless.

Hooked her legs over his shoulders, folded her in half again until her knees touched her ears, pussy tilted up and gaping, red and ruined and dripping a slow river of cum.

He slammed home so deep she felt him in her throat, felt her cervix kiss the head of his cock with every thrust.

"Look at me," he snarled, sweat dripping from his jaw onto her heaving breasts, sliding down the valley between them.

She did—eyes completely wrecked, mascara tracks down her cheeks, lips swollen and bleeding where she’d bitten them raw, chin glistening with spit and tears.

He fucked her like that, slow and deep and possessive, watching every flicker across her face, every tear, every gasp, every flutter of her ruined body.

Her pussy fluttered around him, overstimulated and ruined and still greedy, still sucking him in like it had been starving for years.

"How are you?," he asked with a smile on his face.

Serena’s hands flew to his neck, dragged him down, and crushed her mouth to his.

She kissed him like she was drowning and he was the only air left in the world—tongue sliding against his, desperate, filthy, tasting herself and him and every filthy thing they’d done.

Moaning into his mouth, legs tightening around his waist, heels digging into his back, urging him deeper, harder, more, always more.

Devon broke the kiss only to lift her again—effortless, like she was made to be carried on his cock—and turned her around.

Pressed her chest to the mattress, ass in the air, cheeks spread wide, hole gaping and dripping a slow river of cum.

He slid back in from behind in one slow, possessive stroke that made her scream into the sheets.

One hand splayed between her shoulder blades, pinning her down hard enough to leave bruises.

The other gripped her hip, fingers bruising, pulling her back onto every brutal thrust, using her like she was his personal toy.

He fucked her until she was sobbing his name into the sheets, until she came again, weaker but still shattering, pussy milking him in desperate, fluttering pulses that left her trembling and boneless.

Only then did he flip her onto her back one final time, spread her wide, knees hooked over his elbows, pussy tilted up and completely open, and sink back in slow, eyes locked on hers.

He didn’t say a word.

Just fucked her deep and steady, sweat dripping from his jaw onto her breasts, down the valley between them, mixing with the mess already there, until his rhythm faltered, hips stuttering, breath ragged and animal.

He came with a low, guttural groan that sounded like it was torn from the depths of his soul, cock pulsing, flooding her again—hot, thick ropes painting her insides white, spurt after endless spurt, until it leaked out around him in creamy rivers, mixing with everything already there, marking her so completely there was no part of her left untouched, no inch of her womb not claimed.

Serena wrapped her arms and legs around him, held him close as he emptied himself inside her, trembling, whispering against his lips, voice wrecked and trembling and utterly broken.

"Don’t you fear anything?"

Devon smiled—slow, dangerous, utterly unafraid—and kissed her again, deep and claiming and final, tongue sliding against hers like a promise.

"No," he murmured against her mouth, teeth grazing her swollen bottom lip.

And then, still buried inside her, still half-hard and leaking, still plugged deep, cum already starting to drip down her thighs in thick, obscene rivulets that left glistening trails on her skin, he lifted her gently off the bed, her body limp and boneless in his arms, and carried her toward the bathroom—his cum already beginning to seep out around his cock with every step.