Hospital Debauchery-Chapter 210: Uninvited Visitor III

Eleanor’s eyes were wide open now, fixed on the impossible sight between her legs, the thick, glistening cock sliding in and out of her body, stretching her open in a way that felt both wrong and impossibly right.

The shaft was slick with her own wetness, shining silver in the moonlight like it was coated in oil, veins standing out along its length like thick ropes pulsing under the skin, the swollen head dragging through her puffy folds before disappearing again and again into her swollen, dripping pussy, the lips folding in with each thrust, clinging to him like they were desperate to keep him inside.

Every time Devon pulled back, her lips clung to him desperately, pink and puffy and shiny with her juices, reluctant to let go, stretching out a bit before snapping back with a wet, filthy smack that echoed in her ears, only to bloom open again when he slammed home, the head popping past her entrance with a slick, sucking sound that made her whole body shudder.

The sight was obscene, filthy, beautiful, and it stole every thought from her head except one: this can’t be real.

She could see her own juices coating him thickly, making him shine and drip, running down his heavy balls in slow, sticky trails that caught the moonlight, the way her pussy lips gripped him like they never wanted to let go, the inner pink flashing wet and raw with each pull out, her clit swollen and peeking out, throbbing visibly with every bump of his shaft.

Her mind reeled, spinning in frantic circles, thoughts crashing into each other like waves on rocks, her heart pounding so hard she felt it in her throat, in her temples, in the throb between her legs, a wild drumbeat that matched the pulse in her clit.

This had to be a dream.

A filthy, fevered sex dream born from years of quiet frustration, from too many nights of polite kisses and lights-off missionary that left her empty and wanting more, from tonight’s aching denial when Richard had rolled away and left her burning with need, her pussy wet and throbbing for hours, her nipples hard against the silk, her thighs slick with want that had no place to go.

Nothing else made sense.

Richard never felt like this, never filled her this completely, never made her pussy burn and throb and gush like she was being ruined for anyone else forever, her walls stretching so tight it hurt good, her clit pulsing with every slide, the wetness squelching loud and embarrassing, the scent of her arousal thick in the air, musky and sweet and undeniable.

Devon didn’t give her time to think.

He drew his hips back slowly, torturously, dragging every inch of his cock through her clenching walls until only the fat, swollen head remained inside, stretching her entrance wide, making her feel empty and aching and desperate for more, her pussy fluttering around the tip like it was begging him to come back, the cool air hitting her exposed lips and making them tingle, her clit throbbing harder from the loss.

She could feel every ridge, every vein rubbing her inner walls on the way out, the slick drag pulling a fresh gush of wetness from her, dripping down to wet her ass, the sound of it soft and wet in the quiet room.

Then he slammed forward in one deep, claiming thrust that buried him to the hilt, his hips crashing against hers with a wet, meaty slap, balls slapping wetly against her ass, the impact sending a jolt through her entire body, making her tits bounce hard and her breath whoosh out in a broken cry.

The force rocked her body up the bed, her tits bouncing hard, nipples scraping against his sweat-slick chest hair in a way that sent sparks straight to her clit, a sharp, broken cry tearing from her throat before she could bite it back, loud and raw in the quiet room, echoing off the walls like a confession.

The pleasure was immediate, blinding, electric.

It shot up her spine like lightning and exploded behind her eyes in white-hot stars, a surge so intense her vision blurred at the edges, her toes curling tight against the sheets, her fingers digging into the mattress, her skin flushing hot from head to toe, sweat beading between her breasts and trickling down her sides.

Her pussy clamped down around him like a fist, fluttering wildly, trying to pull him deeper even as her mind screamed that this was wrong, wrong, wrong, her walls spasming in desperate waves, milking him for every drop of pleasure, the heat building like fire in her belly, spreading to her thighs, her nipples, her clit.

She gripped the sheets so hard her nails dug half-moons into her palms, knuckles bone-white, the cotton bunching and tearing under her fists as her body jerked with every punishing thrust, the fabric warm and damp from her sweat, sticking to her back.

Her eyes twitched, darting frantically from the slick cock disappearing into her again and again—so thick it made her lips bulge out around it, the wetness foaming at the base, white and creamy—to the face above her, Devon’s face, sweat-slicked and fierce, lips parted on ragged breaths that fanned hot across her skin, eyes dark with raw, animal hunger, locked on hers like he owned every inch of her soul, like he was fucking her mind as hard as her body, his jaw clenched, a bead of sweat rolling down his temple to drip onto her chest.

The words she wanted to scream stuck in her throat, tangled with moans she couldn’t hold back, coming out broken and desperate, her voice hoarse from the cries, her throat dry from gasping, tasting salt from biting her lip.

"S-stop... oh fuck, don’t stop... please, please..."

The plea spilled from her lips in a cracked whisper, her voice hoarse and shaking, cracking on every syllable as his cock dragged over that perfect spot inside her again and again, relentless, merciless, turning her insides to liquid fire, her pussy gushing more with each hit, the wetness running down her ass crack, cooling on her skin, making everything slick and messy and perfect.

She turned her head, frantic, staring at Richard beside her.

He hadn’t moved.

Still on his back, mouth open, snoring soft and steady, one arm flung out like he was reaching for her in his sleep and finding nothing but air, his face relaxed and peaceful, the moonlight making his skin look pale and untouched, his chest rising and falling in that same rhythm that had lulled her to sleep so many nights.

The sight sent a fresh wave of panic crashing through her, what if he wakes up? What if he sees? What if he watches another man fuck his wife raw while he sleeps two feet away?

The fear should have killed the pleasure.

It didn’t.

It made it worse.

Hotter.

The danger twisted inside her like a live wire, sparking straight to her clit, making her pussy gush around Devon’s cock, the wet sounds obscene in the quiet room, loud enough to wake the dead, or so she thought in blind terror, her heart pounding so hard she felt it in her ears, in her chest, in the throb of her pussy, the thrill of being caught making her wetter, tighter, needier.

Devon felt it, felt her tighten, felt the fresh rush of slick heat coating him, and his control snapped just enough.

He dropped his weight onto her fully, chest crushing her tits, the coarse hair on his pecs scraping her sensitive nipples raw, sending sharp sparks of pleasure-pain straight to her core, one hand shoving under her ass to tilt her hips higher, fingers digging into the soft flesh, spreading her cheeks a little, making his thrusts hit even deeper, the angle letting his cock rub her g-spot with every slam, the head kissing her cervix on the deepest pushes.

His mouth found her breast without warning, lips closing over one aching nipple, sucking hard, teeth scraping the sensitive peak before his tongue soothed it in slow, filthy circles, the suction pulling deep and making her feel it in her pussy, like he was sucking her soul out through her tit.

He growled against her skin, the vibration shooting straight to her clit like a bolt, low and animal, making her whole body shudder, and bit down just hard enough to make her scream into the pillow, her back bowing off the bed, tits pushing harder into his mouth, the pain mixing with pleasure in a way that made her head spin, her pussy clenching so tight it hurt.

At first she fought it, hands pushing weakly at his shoulders, nails scratching red lines down his skin, "No... stop... we can’t..." her voice a whisper-scream, her mind still clinging to the last thread of sanity, her body shaking from the conflict, tears of shame and want mixing on her cheeks.

But the moment his teeth closed again, the moment his cock slammed deep and ground against her clit from the inside, resistance shattered like glass.

Her hands changed direction, fingers tangling viciously in his hair, yanking him harder against her breast.

"Suck it," she gasped, voice raw and wrecked, "God, suck it harder... please... bite it, make it hurt..."

The words spilled out filthy and desperate, her body taking over completely, her pussy gushing around him at the sound of her own voice begging.

Devon obliged.

He devoured her tit like a starving man, mouth hot and wet and merciless, tongue lashing the nipple in hard, fast strokes that made it throb, teeth tugging until it was swollen and red and throbbing with every heartbeat, the suction so strong it pulled blood to the surface, making it sensitive to every puff of air, every brush of his lips.

His other hand found her free breast, kneading the soft, heavy weight with rough fingers, rolling the nipple between them, pinching and twisting until she was sobbing with it, hips bucking wildly to meet every violent thrust, her pussy clenching so tight he had to fight to keep moving, the squeeze making his cock throb harder inside her, pre-cum mixing with her juices in a slick, messy heat.

He pounded into her now, no more slow teasing, hips snapping hard and fast, the bed creaking dangerously under them, the wet slap of skin on skin loud and filthy, her juices foaming at the base of his cock, dripping down her ass, soaking the sheets in a dark, spreading stain that felt warm and sticky under her back, the scent of sex thick and heady in the air.

Every thrust dragged the head across her g-spot, making her see stars, every withdrawal left her empty and aching for a split second before he filled her again, deeper, harder, owning her completely, his balls slapping against her with every brutal push, heavy and full, smacking her wet skin with a sound that made her blush even hotter, the rhythm relentless, the bed frame groaning like it might break.

The orgasm built like a storm, slow at first, a low rumble in her belly that spread to her thighs, then faster, tighter, until she couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, couldn’t do anything but feel the heat coiling, her thighs shaking, her pussy fluttering around his cock, the pleasure so intense it hurt, her body on fire, every nerve alive and screaming for release.

Her whole body locked up, thighs shaking violently around his waist, pussy clamping down so hard he had to fight to keep thrusting, her walls rippling and squeezing in desperate waves that milked him for everything, her clit throbbing like a heartbeat against his pubic bone as he ground in deep, the friction making her sob.

She was right there, right on the edge, tears leaking from the corners of her eyes, mouth open in a silent scream, every muscle trembling, her nipples aching from his mouth, her pussy so full it hurt good, the pleasure building higher and higher until she thought she might break apart.

Devon felt it coming, felt her pussy flutter and tighten, felt her body start to break under him.

He crushed his mouth to hers just as she shattered, lips hot and demanding, tongue thrusting deep in time with his cock.

The kiss swallowed her scream, his tongue thrusting deep in time with his cock, tasting her, claiming her, drinking down every broken, filthy moan as her orgasm tore through her like a tidal wave.

Her pussy spasmed wildly, milking him in hard, rhythmic pulses, gushing hot around his shaft, soaking them both in a fresh flood of wetness that ran down her thighs and pooled beneath her ass, the sheets sticky and warm, her body squirting in little bursts with the intensity, spraying against his groin in hot, messy spurts that made him groan into her mouth.

Her entire body convulsed, back bowing clean off the bed, tits crushed against his chest, nails raking bloody lines down his back, heels digging into his ass to pull him deeper, deeper, deeper, as if she could fuse them together forever, her pussy clenching and releasing in waves that went on and on, her clit pulsing hard against him, every nerve exploding in white-hot pleasure.

He fucked her through it, relentless, hips slamming, cock dragging over every sensitive nerve inside her, drawing the climax out until she was shaking and sobbing into his mouth, tears and spit and sweat mingling between them, her pussy still fluttering in helpless aftershocks, clenching and releasing around him like it never wanted to let go, her body limp and trembling beneath him, completely spent and still wanting more.

It was at that exact moment, as the last tremor ripped through her and her pussy clenched one final, desperate time around him, that Richard suddenly moved beside them.

His brows twitched hard, furrowing deep.

A low, confused sound rumbled in his throat, deeper this time, like he was coming up from a dream he didn’t like.

"Hmmm."

His body shifted under the sheet, arm moving slightly, head turning just a bit toward them, the snoring cutting off with a snort.

Eleanor froze, mid-gasp, Devon’s cock still buried to the hilt inside her, pulsing hot and thick against her fluttering walls, her pussy still twitching from the orgasm, wetness leaking out around him.

Richard’s eyes began to open.