Chapter 18: Now, you're on the bottom, [R-18]
The weak sunlight, filtered through grime-caked panes, did little to warm the cabin, but it did illuminate the aftermath of their desperate night. Nate's body was a heavy, possessive anchor against Skylar's, their limbs still tangled, a testament to the raw, unyielding need that had consumed them. He stirred first, a low groan escaping his throat as he shifted, the movement sending a jolt through their joined bodies. His hard-on, still impossibly massive, pressed insistently against her.
Skylar's eyes fluttered open, her gaze unfocused for a moment before locking onto Nate's. A faint blush bloomed on her cheeks as she registered their current state of undress, the memory of the past hours flooding back. Her massive double D breasts, heavy and full, were pressed against his chest, the areolas tight buds against his skin. Her nipples, already hard from his earlier ministrations, felt exquisitely sensitive.
She shifted, a small, almost imperceptible movement, and Nate's breath hitched. He grunted, his cock pulsing against her. "Morning," he rasped, his voice rough with sleep and lingering arousal.
Skylar offered a weak smile, her lips still swollen. She leaned closer, her soft hair brushing his chin, and began to lick at his mouth. It wasn't a tentative kiss, but a deep, probing exploration, her tongue tracing the contours of his lips, then darting inside to meet his. Her mouth worked at him with a practiced urgency, her hand finding the head of his massive dick.
He groaned, arching into her touch. "You haven't had enough, have you?" he murmured against her lips, a hint of playful dominance in his tone.
Skylar didn't answer with words. Her mouth moved lower, her tongue swirling around the throbbing head of his cock, her lips pressing and sucking, drawing him deeper into her wet heat. The sound of her mouth on him was a wet, slurping symphony, a stark contrast to the silence of the desolate morning. She was a creature of pure instinct, her every movement designed to drive him further into the depths of pleasure.
Nate's hands tangled in her hair, not to restrain, but to guide, to deepen the kiss, to pull her flush against him. He could feel the incredible dampness of her pussy, the slickness that promised a deep, consuming union. Her wetness was overwhelming, a testament to her boundless desire.
When she finally pulled away, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her eyes were dilated, her face flushed with exertion. Nate didn't hesitate. He pulled her to him, his gigantic cock throbbing for release, and plunged it deep inside her hot, tight pussy.
Skylar cried out, a sound that was half pleasure, half surprise at the sheer size and force of him. Her body instinctively arched, her hips rising to meet his thrusts. She began to ride him, her movements fluid and powerful. Her massive breasts swayed with each heave, their full, heavy weight bouncing against his chest, a mesmerizing spectacle of raw femininity. He watched the curve of her back, the taut muscles as she moved, the sheer power of her ride.
He responded with piston-like thrusts from below, his powerful thighs driving him deep into her. Skylar's moans and groans filled the cabin, a primal soundtrack to their mating. She was a wild thing, her body a perfect vessel for his massive cock. Her pussy was a tight embrace, gripping him, squeezing him with every inch of her desperate need.
"Oh god, Nate," she gasped, her legs wrapped tightly around his waist. "You're… you're killing me."
He pulled her waist down towards him, lowering her onto his cock until she was impaled as deeply as possible. He thrust again, harder, faster, the rhythm escalating into a frantic, pounding beat. The bed creaked and groaned beneath their violent activity, shaking like a vibrator.
"Fuck yeah," he growled, his voice thick with primal instinct. "You like that, don't you?"
Her nipples hardened further, aching from the friction, her pussy burning with a pleasure so intense it bordered on pain. "Yes! God, yes!" she screamed, her nails digging into his back. "You're tearing my pussy apart!"
He Ignored her words, his focus solely on the act of possession. He pumped into her with relentless force, his body a machine driven by pure desire. The cabin vibrated with their exertions. Once again, a tidal wave of climax crashed over him, and he pulsed his massive cock deep inside her, a final, shuddering release.
She collapsed onto his chest, his body light and spent, utterly consumed by the raw intensity of their coupling. Skylar felt the tremors of his orgasm, her own body still convulsing from the sheer, overwhelming pleasure.
As Nate's breathing began to even out, a different kind of exhaustion settled on him. He slowly rolled them, carefully so as not to dislodge his massive cock from her slick pussy. This time, he positioned her beneath him, her legs still wrapped around his waist. He looked down at her, his eyes still blazing with a possessive fire.
"Now, you're on the bottom," he stated, his voice a low rumble. He began to thrust again, faster and harder than before. The sheer volume of his cock entering her again sent a fresh wave of shock through her.
Skylar cried out, a raw, piercing sound that was a potent cocktail of pain and pleasure. Her pussy felt like it was being ripped apart, stretched to its absolute limit by his relentless assault. "Nate! That hurts!" she screamed, tears welling in her eyes, but her body was still responding, still gripping him, still pulling him deeper.
"Fuck yeah!" he roared, his own voice raw with primal satisfaction. He continued to pound her relentlessly, his massive cock slamming into her with a ferocity that shook the very foundations of the cabin. The bed creaked and groaned violently beneath their frantic rhythm, a testament to the primal force being unleashed.
Yet again, he reached the precipice, and with a guttural roar, he cum deep inside her, flooding her with his seed, a final, overwhelming surge that left him trembling and spent.
He pulled his massive cock free, the separation a jarring sensation. He brought the thick, cum-dripping head to her face. Skylar, still dazed and exhausted, instinctively leaned forward and began to clean him off with her tongue, a final act of devotion and submission.
When Nate finally emerged from her and stood, his muscular body glistening with sweat, he began to dress. His combat clothes and gear were rough and utilitarian, a stark contrast to the softness of their recent encounter. The click of his belt buckle sounded unnaturally loud in the sudden silence.
Skylar watched him, her body aching, her pussy throbbing. She reached down, her fingers tracing the slickness of her own flesh, a trail of his cum still oozing from her. A worried frown creased her brow.