Academy's Pervert in the D Class-Chapter 72: Elen X Mira 3

"Then take me."

Mira slammed down on Elen’s cock with a guttural gasp, her entire body jerking as he split her open again, deeper, his thick girth stretching her soaked pussy to the edge of delicious pain.

Her nails dug into his chest, carving red trails, her thighs slick with sweat and their mingled cum, trembling with raw need.

Her black hair clung to her face like wet silk, eyes wild, lips parted, panting.

The rain pattered against the windows, a rhythmic whisper echoing their heat, the hearth’s flicker casting shadows over her flushed skin.

Elen groaned, teeth gritted, voice breaking.

"Gods, Mira..." His brown eyes burned, hands twitching to grab her.

She didn’t ride yet, grinding slow, cruel circles, her pussy squeezing tight, milking his cock, teasing every tortured inch of his need.

When he bucked, desperate, she shoved him flat with a palm on his chest, nails biting.

"You don’t fuck me," she whispered darkly, breathless, voice thick with dominance.

"Not until I say. You’re mine."

Her other hand grabbed her breast, squeezing until her knuckles whitened, pinching her nipple until she moaned, her pussy clenching around him, making him hiss.

"You’re trying to kill me," he rasped, cock pulsing like a second heartbeat inside her, his hands gripping the sheets.

She smirked, lips slick, curling wickedly.

"Then die worshiping me." She rode him like a queen claiming her throne, hips snapping down fast, brutal, wet slaps echoing in the dim room.

Her breasts bounced freely, nipples stiff, sweat dripping between them, glistening in the hearth’s glow.

Elen fucked up into her, meeting each thrust with force, his cock battering her sweet spot, her moans turning to choked cries, raw and needy.

Just as he lost control, Mira stopped, panting, thighs shaking, sliding off with a filthy squelch. Elen blinked, dazed, panting.

"What—?"

She climbed him, straddling his face, thighs bracketing his cheeks, her pussy hovering above his mouth—glistening, swollen, dripping with their mingled filth.

"Taste what you did to me," she growled, voice thick with lust.

Elen grabbed her thighs, yanking her down with a groan, tongue plunging into her soaked slit, eating her like he’d starve without her.

He licked deep, fucked her with his mouth, flicked her clit until she sobbed above him, her hips grinding hard, pussy messy, clit throbbing.

"Fuck—fuck yes—Elen—gods, your tongue—!" she moaned, fingers tangling in his brown hair, tugging hard.

Her thighs locked, body going taut as her orgasm ripped through like a thunderclap.

She screamed his name, gushing against his tongue, hips jerking, smearing her release over his face.

He didn’t stop, licking through her climax, relentless, until her hands flew to his hair, crying out, "F-fuck! Too much—!" She shoved off, collapsing beside him, soaked and shaking, legs twitching, breath ragged, her pussy still pulsing with aftershocks.

Elen’s face was wrecked—chin shining with her slick, lips swollen, brown eyes molten.

"You taste better every time," he growled, voice hoarse, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

Mira smirked, lips slick, chest heaving, her nipples stiff.

"I’m not done," she growled, voice like smoke.

She rolled onto the sheets, face down, ass high, her pussy on full display—slick, twitching, pink lips glistening with his cum dripping in long, messy threads.

She reached back with one hand, spreading herself open, fingers parting her swollen folds, showing off the soaked, quivering mess he’d made of her.

Her other hand slid to her mouth, fingers slick with her own arousal.

She licked them slow, one by one, then sucked the last finger in deep—eyes locked back at him, lips wrapped around it, tongue swirling like she was teasing his cock again.

"Get behind me," she snarled, voice hungry. "And fuck me like you fucking own me."

Elen knelt behind her, hard again, cock dripping, veins bulging.

He grabbed her ass in both hands, spreading her ass cheeks open, his fingers sinking into the soft, yielding flesh.

Her pussy was glistening, flushed, pulsing—still begging.

He ran the head of his cock along her slit, smearing her slick up and down, pressing against her entrance, then teasing lower, letting it nudge against her swollen clit until she whimpered.

"Gods, yes..." she moaned, grinding back. "Fucking take me."

He shoved in deep, slow just to stretch her again, savoring how tight she still was, how she clenched around him like her body wanted to keep him forever.

When he bottomed out, his hips flush with her ass, he grunted—low, primal.

Then he slammed into her.

Hard.

No hesitation.

Just raw need.

Slap Slap Slap Slap Slap

Hips pounding against her ass with brutal rhythm, the sharp slap of skin on skin loud enough to drown out the rain.

The bed groaned with each thrust, rocking under the force of it.

Mira’s cries turned savage—her fingers flying over her clit, back arched, breasts smashed into the sheets, body shaking with each thrust.

"F-Fuck—Elen—harder! Pound my pussy—make me scream!"

"You’re so goddamn tight," he growled, leaning over her, grabbing a fistful of her hair.

He yanked her head back, baring her neck, fucking her harder, deeper, brutal strokes that made her legs tremble.

His cock dragged across every nerve inside her, slamming into that spot that made her breath hitch, her moans break into ragged sobs.

Her pussy spasmed, walls pulsing, her orgasm building fast.

Then he slowed.

Just enough to keep her teetering.

His hand left her hair, slid down her back, fingers trailing to her ass.

He licked his middle finger, then slid it between her cheeks, smearing it over her tight, puckered hole.

Mira whimpered, hips twitching.

"You want it?" he rasped, cock still fucking her in slow, savage thrusts.

"Fuck—yes—give it to me," she gasped, voice high, strained. "Put your finger in my ass—make me feel all of it."

He slid his slick middle finger against her rim, pressing slow, easing in past the tight ring of muscle.

Mira cried out, her whole body tensing, pussy clamping down on his cock even tighter. "G-god—yes—fuck, fuck!"

He fucked her like that—cock pounding her pussy, finger buried in her ass, twisting, stretching her more.

She shattered beneath him, her orgasm ripping through her like a lightning bolt.

She screamed, body locking up, juices gushing around his cock, soaking his balls, her hole spasming around his finger.

"Take it—fuck yes," Elen growled, ramming into her with brutal rhythm as she broke.

She sobbed his name, thighs shaking, pussy milking him, her whole body convulsing.

He didn’t stop—held her open, drove deep, and with one final, savage thrust, he came.

Cock jerking, spilling hot and thick inside her, flooding her soaked pussy until it overflowed.

He collapsed over her, chest heaving, face buried against her back, both of them drenched in sweat, cum dripping between her thighs and smeared across her ass.

He kissed her neck, voice rough against her skin.

"You ruin me..."

Mira smiled, breath ragged, glowing.

"Good. I am glad I still can.," she whispered, turning her head slightly, her cheek to the sheets, eyes still wild.

Then they kissed, lips meeting in a slow, tender dance, tasting of sweat and love.

They curled together, hands entwined, fingers lacing tightly, and drifted into sleep, the rain’s softening patter lulling them as their bodies pressed close.