Hospital Debauchery-Chapter 212: Uninvited Visitor V

Eleanor’s chest heaved with ragged breaths, her body still humming from the aftershocks of her shattering orgasm, every nerve ending alight and hypersensitive.

She lay there on the rumpled sheets, her thighs slick and trembling, Devon’s cock finally slipping free from her with a wet, obscene pop that made her wince.

A thick rivulet of his cum immediately oozed out from her well-fucked pussy, warm and viscous, trickling down her inner thighs in lazy streams.

She stared down at it in a haze of post-climactic fog, her swollen labia gaping slightly, flushed a deep crimson from the relentless pounding.

The sight was lewd, undeniable evidence of their betrayal, and a fresh wave of guilt crashed over her like a tidal wave.

Devon had rolled off her, his broad chest rising and falling steadily, a smug, satisfied grin etched across his handsome features.

He propped himself up on one elbow, his dark eyes gleaming with that predatory hunger that both terrified and thrilled her. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

Eleanor tore her gaze from the mess between her legs and fixed it on him.

"Why the fuck did you cum inside me?" she hissed, her voice laced with a mix of fury and fear. "I told you not to. That’s so wrong—God, Devon."

"Why would you do that?"

She reached down instinctively, her hand hovering over her dripping cunt, fingers brushing against the sticky warmth of his seed mingling with her own arousal.

The contact sent a traitorous shiver through her, her clit still throbbing faintly, but she pressed on, scooping a bit of the cum onto her fingertips as if to emphasize her point.

She was about to speak again, when Devon moved with lightning speed.

His strong hand shot out, encircling her wrist in an iron grip, pulling her hand away from her pussy before she could fully process it.

In one fluid motion, he sat up and yanked her upright, lifting her from the bed as if she weighed nothing.

Her bare feet hit the cool hardwood floor with a soft thud, her legs wobbling unsteadily beneath her from the exhaustion of their escapade.

Now standing face-to-face with him, Eleanor’s breath caught in her throat.

Devon towered over her, his naked body a sculpted masterpiece of muscle and sinew, his cock still semi-hard and glistening with their combined fluids, hanging heavy between his thighs.

He released her wrist only to grab her by the chin, his fingers firm but not painful, tilting her head up to meet his intense gaze.

Before she could protest, his lips crashed down on hers in a passionate kiss that stole the air from her lungs.

At first, she was stunned, her body rigid with shock, her mind reeling from the audacity of it all.

But Devon wasn’t one to back down.

He pulled her body closer to his, his free arm wrapping around her waist pressing her soft curves against his chest.

Her full breasts squished against him, her nipples hardening from the friction, and she felt the heat of his skin searing into hers. Her body shook then, a violent tremor rippling through her from head to toe.

He spanked her ass sharply with his palm, so hard that it made her gasp into his mouth.

Then he squeezed the plump flesh, kneading it possessively, pulling her even tighter against him until she could feel his cock twitching back to life against her belly.

That was the breaking point.

Eleanor’s resistance crumbled under the tide.

She began to respond to the kiss, her lips parting to allow his tongue entry, tangling with hers.

Her hands, which had been balled into fists at her sides, unclenched and rose to clutch at his shoulders, nails digging into his skin as she melted into him.

The kiss deepened, growing more passionate with every passing second—tongues exploring, lips bruising, breaths mingling in hot, desperate pants.

Even Richard’s soft snoring from the bed beside them couldn’t pierce the bubble of this forbidden moment, it was as if the world had narrowed to just the two of them, locked in this electric embrace that made her forget everything else.

Finally, they broke apart, both gasping for air, their foreheads resting against each other.

Devon’s eyes burned into hers.

Before she could speak , he took her hand and led her toward the bathroom, their naked bodies moving silently across the room.

The door clicked shut behind them with a soft finality.

Unbeknownst to them, as the door closed, Richard’s eyes fluttered open. He lay there, his mind foggy from sleep, but the pieces were slotting together with horrifying clarity.

He had heard... something. Moans? Whispers? The rhythmic creak of the bed?

He turned his head slowly, his gaze landing on the closed bathroom door.

His heart stuttered in his chest as fragmented memories assaulted him—Eleanor’s flushed face, the shadowy figure of another man, the wet sounds of flesh on flesh.

Dumbfounded, shocked, stupefied, he sat up slightly, propping himself on his elbows. This couldn’t be real.

His wife... with Devon? In their bed?

But as he shifted, his eyes dropped to his lower body, where the sheets tented obscenely over his groin.

A boner—hard and insistent—throbbed there, betraying him in the most humiliating way.

He gulped hard, his throat dry, a flush creeping up his neck.

How could he be aroused by this?

He glanced back at the bathroom door, straining his ears.

And then he heard it—muffled at first, but growing louder, the unmistakable sounds of moans, gasps, the slap of skin.

His cock twitched in response, and he squeezed his eyes shut, torn between rage, confusion, and an unwanted excitement that made him question everything he thought he knew about himself.

Meanwhile, a different scene was going on in the bathroom.

Devon flicked on the light, bathing the space in a soft, warm glow that reflected off the white tiles and the large mirror above the double sink.

Eleanor stood there, still trembling slightly, her body a canvas of flushed skin, bite marks, and drying cum.

Devon wasted no time.

He backed her up against the cool marble countertop, his hands roaming possessively over her curves—squeezing her breasts, pinching her nipples until they pebbled into aching peaks, then sliding down to cup her ass and lift her onto the edge of the sink.

"You think that’s wrong?" he taunted, his voice husky as he spread her thighs wide, exposing her cum-filled pussy to the air.

It glistened obscenely, his seed still leaking out in slow dribbles, mixing with her fresh arousal.

"Look at you, Eleanor. Your married cunt is dripping for more. You love it—admit it."

She opened her mouth to deny it, but he silenced her with another searing kiss, his fingers delving between her legs to rub her clit in firm, insistent circles.

She moaned into his mouth, her hips bucking involuntarily, the sensitivity from her recent orgasms making every touch feel like fire. Devon broke the kiss to trail his lips down her neck, sucking hard enough to leave marks that she’d have to explain later, then lower to her breasts.

He latched onto one nipple, suckling voraciously while his free hand plunged two fingers into her sopping hole, curling them to hit her g-spot with unerring precision.

"Oh God, Devon... fuck..." she whimpered, her head falling back against the mirror, her hands gripping the edge of the counter for dear life.

Her pussy clenched around his fingers, squelching wetly as he pumped them in and out, his thumb never ceasing its assault on her clit.

The bathroom echoed with the lewd sounds—her gasps, the wet slurp of his fingers, the occasional drip of water from the faucet.

He added a third finger, stretching her further, twisting them to rake over her inner walls until she was grinding down on his hand, chasing the building pressure.

But Devon wasn’t content with just fingers. He withdrew them abruptly, making her whine in protest, then dropped to his knees before her.

His strong hands hooked under her thighs, pulling her ass to the very edge of the counter, her legs draped over his shoulders.

He buried his face in her pussy without preamble, his tongue lapping at her folds like a man starved. He sucked his own cum out of her, the filthy act making her cry out in a mix of shame and ecstasy.

His tongue delved deep, swirling around her entrance, then flicked up to her clit, circling it with rapid, teasing strokes.

He alternated between broad licks and pointed flicks, his beard scraping against her sensitive inner thighs, adding a delicious friction.

Eleanor’s fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as she rode his face, her hips undulating shamelessly. "Yes... eat my pussy... you bastard..."

The words tumbled out unbidden, her inhibitions shattered.

She felt another orgasm building, coiling tight in her core, and when he sealed his lips around her clit and sucked hard, humming vibrations against it, she exploded.

Her back arched, tits bouncing as she convulsed, squirting a fresh gush of arousal into his mouth.

He drank it down greedily, his hands bruising her thighs as he held her in place through the spasms.

Panting, she barely had time to recover before he stood, his cock now fully erect again, thick and veined, the head purple and leaking pre-cum.

He spun her around to face the mirror, bending her over the sink. "Watch yourself," he commanded, his reflection meeting hers in the glass—her face flushed, lips swollen, eyes wild with lust.

He notched his cock at her entrance and thrust in to the hilt in one brutal stroke, making her cry out.

The angle was deep, his balls slapping against her clit with every piston of his hips.

"Fuck... still clenching after all that," he groaned, his hands gripping her hips as he set a punishing rhythm. In the mirror, she watched her breasts swing pendulously with each impact, her ass rippling from the force. He spanked her again, the red handprint blooming on her pale skin, then reached around to rub her clit, making her walls flutter around him.

She pushed back to meet his thrusts, the wet smack of their bodies filling the room, steam beginning to fog the mirror from their heated exertions.

But he wanted more variety. Pulling out, he turned her to face him again, lifting her effortlessly so her legs wrapped around his waist.

He pressed her back against the tiled wall of the shower, the cold shocking her overheated skin, and entered her once more.

This position allowed him to grind against her clit with every thrust, his pubic bone providing perfect friction.

She clung to his shoulders, nails raking down his back as he bounced her on his cock, her tits pressed against his chest, nipples scraping deliciously.

"Harder... fuck me like you own me..." she begged, her voice echoing off the walls.

He obliged, slamming into her with such force that the tiles rattled. Water from the shower head, which he’d turned on at some point, cascaded over them now, hot and soothing, washing away the sweat.

Shifting again, he set her down and bent her over the edge of the bathtub, entering her from behind once more.

This time, he grabbed a handful of her wet hair, pulling her head back to arch her spine, thrusting deep and slow, savoring the drag of her walls.

Then he picked up speed, one hand snaking around to pinch her nipples while the other spanked her ass in rhythm with his hips.

She came again like that, her pussy milking him in rhythmic contractions, squirting onto the tub floor.

Finally, he pulled her into the shower proper, pressing her front against the glass door. From this angle, he could see the outline of her body through the fogged glass, her tits squished flat.

He fucked her standing, one leg hooked over his arm for deeper penetration, his free hand roaming everywhere—tweaking nipples, rubbing clit, even dipping a finger into her ass to make her scream. The water pounded down on them, mingling with their moans and the squelch of his cock in her overflowing pussy.

As her legs began to give out, he caught her, turning her to face him under the spray. He lifted her again, impaling her one last time, thrusting up into her with short, powerful strokes.

She came undone completely, her orgasms blending into one endless wave, her cries hoarse and broken. "I can’t... too much... oh fuck, Devon!"

Her body went limp, collapsing against him, her head lolling on his shoulder as the pleasure overwhelmed her senses, leaving her quivering in his arms.