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Eon's hips drove forward into her with unrelenting force, each thrust burying him deeper into Teresa's slick, clenching heat. The room was alive with the symphony of their passion, the wet, obscene slap of skin against skin, her breathy moans escalating into desperate cries, and the creak of the bedframe was protesting under the frenzy of their. Sweat beaded on their bodies, making every slide and grind messy, slippery, and utterly intoxicating. Teresa's nails raked down his back, leaving red trails that burned his desire more, fueling the fire raging between them.
"Oh my god, Eon, yes, right there!" she gasped, her voice was getting hoarse from the endless stream of pleas and profanities spilling from her lips. Her silver hair fanned out across the pillow like a halo of moonlight, but there was nothing angelic about the way she arched her back, pushing her full breasts up toward him. He captured one in his mouth again, teeth grazing the hardened nipple before sucking hard on it, drawing a sharp yelp from her that dissolved into a shuddering moan. Her body was a furnace, her inner walls pulsing around his cock, milking him with every retreat and plunge.
He growled against her skin, the sound vibrating through her chest. "You're so fucking tight, Teresa. Been dreaming about this? About me ruining you like this?" His words were rough, laced with the raw hunger that had been building since the moment she slipped into his room. He wasn't holding back anymore, the exhaustion from the day's battles had morphed into a primal need for something like this, every ache in his muscles forgotten in the pursuit of this release. He pistoned into her faster, the angle shifting to hit that sweet spot deep inside her, making her legs tremble around his waist.
Teresa's response was a broken sob, her hands fisting in the sheets as she met his thrusts with desperate rolls of her hips. "Y-yes... fuck, I've wanted you so bad. Every time you come back covered in blood and glory, I just, ah!" Her words cut off as he slammed into her particularly hard this time, the impact sending a jolt of pleasure-pain through her core. Juices slicked their thighs, the lewd squelch of their joining echoing in the dim room, mixing with the heavy scent of sex and sweat. She was a mess, her hair tangled, skin glistening with sweat, her nightgown bunched up around her waist like a forgotten restraint. And she loved it, craved the messiness of it all, the way he made her feel utterly claimed.
Not content to let her catch her breath, Eon pulled out suddenly, eliciting a whine of protest from her. "No, don't stop….please!" But he was already flipping her over, manhandling her onto her hands and knees, with a possessive grip on her hips. seeing that he wasn't stopping, but getting ready for a different position, she complied eagerly, she raised her ass high, presenting herself to him like an offering.
The moonlight caught the curve of her back, highlighting the slick sweat that made her glow like a goddess. He slapped her ass lightly at first, then harder, watching the flesh jiggle with each slap and redden under his palm. She kept trying to grab his cock and put it in her, Eon didn't let her, "Look at you, so eager. You want it rough, don't you? Tell me, Teressa, do you want it that bad?"
"Fuck yes," she panted while he kept slaping her ass, her ass pushing back against him, her voice muffled against the pillow. "Give it to me, Eon. Make me yours tonight." Her words were fuel to his fire, and he didn't hesitate, guiding his throbbing cock back to her entrance once again and thrusting in with one swift motion.
The new angle allowed him to go deeper, his balls slapping against her clit with every slam. Teresa's arms gave out almost immediately, her face burying into the mattress as she screamed into the fabric, the sound was loud, raw and uninhibited.
He leaned over her, one hand tangling in her silver hair to grab and pull her head back gently, exposing her neck for him to bite and suck, leaving marks that would remind her of this night the next morning. The other hand snaked around to her front, fingers finding her swollen clit and rubbing in tightly, with frantic circles. "Come for me, Teresa. I want to feel you shatter around my cock." His breath was hot against her ear, his body pressing down on hers, trapping her in the aggressive weight of him.
She was lost, her body became a live wire of sensation. The pressure built inside her like a storm, her toes curling as waves of heat crashed through her. "Eon....I'm... oh fuck, I'm coming, Eon…ahhhghhh!" Her orgasm hit like a tidal wave, her walls convulsing around him in rhythmic spasms, juices gushing out to soak the sheets beneath them. She trembled violently, tears of overwhelming pleasure streaking her cheeks, her moans turning into guttural cries that filled the room.
But Eon didn't stop. He rode her through it, his thrusts became more erratic now, chasing his own release. The mess between them was glorious, according to Eon. It was slick and sticky, every movement amplifying the erotic symphony between them. "It's so good... so fucking…perfect," he grunted, his grip on her hair tightening as he felt the tension coil in his gut. With a final, deep thrust, he buried himself to the hilt and came inside her, ropes of hot cum spilling inside her, filling her up until it leaked out around his cock. He roared her name, the sound was just instinct and satisfied, his body shuddering as he emptied himself completely.
They collapsed in a on top of each other, still connected, breathing was ragged and hearts pounding in unison.
But the night was far from over. The adrenaline, the pent-up desire between them, it was like a drug, pulling them back into the frenzy almost immediately. Teresa twisted in his arms, her lips crashing against his in a sloppy, desperate kiss, tasting the salt of their sweat. "More," she whispered, her hand already stroking him back to hardness. "I need more of you."
Eon chuckled darkly, rolling onto his back and pulling her on top. "You greedy little thing. Ride me, then. Show me how much you want it."
She straddled him eagerly, her hands on his chest for leverage as she sank down onto his cock, both of them groaning at the renewed fullness. The position gave her control, and she took happily, grinding her hips in a slow, and teasing circles at first, then bouncing with increasing speed. Her breasts swayed hypnotically, and he reached up to knead them with both hands, thumbs flicking her nipples until she whimpered.
The room grew stifling, the air thick with their mingled scents, musk, lavender, and raw lust. Sweat dripped from her brow onto his chest, mixing with the remnants of his earlier release that still coated her thighs. It was messy, primal, their bodies sliding together in a haze of heat. Teresa leaned forward, her hair curtaining them as she kissed him fiercely, tongues tangling in a battle for dominance. "You feel so good inside me... ahh…stretching me, filling me, ohh…" she murmured between kisses, her voice husky with need.
He thrust up to meet her, hands gripping her ass to guide her movements, spanking her lightly to spur her on. "That's it, take what you need. Oh, Fuck, you're soaking me." And she was, her arousal dripping down his shaft, pooling at the base where their bodies met.
They lost track of time, switching positions in a whirlwind of passion: her on her side with one leg hooked over his hip, him pounding into her from behind while whispering filthy praises in her ear, then missionary again, slow and deep, their eyes locked in a gaze that spoke volumes of unspoken emotions.
Hours blurred into a marathon of ecstasy. Teresa came again and again, once from his fingers alone as he teased her clit while sucking on her neck, another time when he buried his face between her legs, tongue lapping at her folds with insatiable hunger, devouring her like a man starved.
"Taste so sweet... can't get enough," he mumbled against her, his beard scratching her sensitive skin, sending shivers through her. She returned the favor, taking him into her mouth, lips stretching around his girth as she bobbed her head, hollowing her cheeks and swirling her tongue over the tip. The sounds were obscene, gagging, slurping, his groans of approval as she swallowed him deep.
By the time the first hints of dawn crept through the curtains, they were utterly spent. Their bodies were a canvas of bites, scratches, and bruises, marks of their voracious appetite for each other. Eon's final orgasm came as she rode him in reverse, her ass bouncing against his thighs, his hands spreading her ass cheeks to watch himself disappear inside her. "Fuck, Teresa, I'm coming...i'm gonna fill you up again," he gasped, spilling into her one last time.
She collapsed forward onto the bed, and he followed after her, pulling her into his arms. Their limbs tangled in a sweaty, exhausted heap, the sheets under them twisted and was damp beneath them. Breathing heavily, they lay there, hearts slowing in sync, the room reeking of their all-night indulgence.
"That... was incredible," Teresa whispered, her voice barely audible with exhaustion, a satisfied smile on her lips.
Eon kissed her forehead, too tired to speak, as sleep finally claimed them both, bodies enveloping each other in the aftermath of their passionate surrender.