Chapter 143: Fill Me Up, My Love (R18+)

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Chapter 143: Fill Me Up, My Love (R18+) Lilith’s hands stayed tangled in Ethan’s hair, her thighs still locked tight around his waist. Her chest rose and fell against his, slick with sweat and soap, and her breath hitched every few seconds like she was still riding the aftershocks. But her eyes told a different story. They weren’t tired. They were hungry. "You said you’re not done?" Ethan asked, his voice low, teasing. Lilith gave a slow, wicked smile. "You think that was enough?" she whispered, brushing her lips against his. "I want more. I want all of you." He kissed her again, this time softer. Slower. But it only lasted a few seconds before she pulled him back, her lips crashing into his with sudden urgency. Ethan let her kiss him, but as her hands began to wander again, he took hold of her wrists and gently pinned them against the tile. Lilith’s eyes widened slightly, then narrowed, a smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth. "Oh? Taking control again, are we?" He leaned in close, his voice barely above a whisper. "You said you’re mine," he said, his breath hot against her ear. "So let me show you what that means." Without breaking eye contact, he slowly lowered her legs from around his waist. Her feet touched the ground, but he didn’t step back. He stayed close, his body firm and steady, his cock still nestled inside her. Lilith looked up at him, her expression somewhere between defiant and thrilled. Ethan gently let go of her wrists, only to cup her face with both hands. He kissed her forehead. Her nose. Then her lips. And then he pulled back, causing his dick to come out, he then turned her around. Not rough, just firm and intentional. Lilith’s hands pressed against the shower wall, the hot water pouring over her back. Her silver hair stuck to her skin in damp waves, and her breath was already starting to quicken. Ethan stepped in close behind her, his hands sliding up her hips, around her waist, then over her ribs. He pressed his chest to her back and kissed the curve of her neck. "Still want more?" "Always," she whispered. He kissed her shoulder, then trailed down her spine with the lightest touch of his fingertips. She arched under his touch, her body reacting before she could even form words. He let one hand slide back between her thighs, brushing along her inner curves. "You’re already soaked," he said, smiling. "Your fault," she gasped. Ethan let his dick grind against her slowly, not entering, just teasing. His hands explored every inch of her slick skin, memorizing her all over again. Lilith whimpered, her hands balling into fists against the wall. "Do it," she begged. He didn’t move. He leaned down and whispered, "Beg better." She let out a frustrated laugh, then bit her lip. "Please, Ethan," she said, voice breathy and strained. "I need you inside me. I want you to take me. I want to feel every inch." That was enough. He shifted his hips slightly and slid in, slow and deep. Lilith gasped, her back arching, her body pressing against his with a desperate need. "Gods," she moaned. Ethan started slow, letting her adjust, but it wasn’t long before he picked up the pace. Each thrust pushed her forward slightly, her hands bracing harder against the wall. He gripped her hips tightly, pulling her back into him with every movement. Their bodies moved in perfect rhythm, wet skin sliding against wet skin, steam rising around them in thick clouds. "You are so tight," Ethan groaned. Lilith could only moan in response. Every thrust was controlled. Every push was deliberate. And the way she reacted to each one just made him want more. Her cries echoed off the tile, raw and unfiltered. Ethan leaned over her back, wrapping one arm around her waist and sliding the other up to cup her breast. He kissed her neck again, biting lightly. She whimpered, her hands gripping his forearm. "So good," she murmured. "Yeah?" he asked, his voice low and husky. She nodded, her eyes half-lidded and glassy. "Keep going," she said, her breathing ragged. "I want more." He picked up the pace again, driving into her faster, deeper, his grip tightening. "Is this what you meant?" he asked, his teeth grazing her ear. "Fuck," she panted. Her whole body was trembling now, her legs weak and unsteady. But she was holding on. Holding back. She didn’t want it to end yet. Ethan felt the same way. He could feel her orgasm building, could sense her approaching peak. So he kept going. "Harder," she gasped, her eyes fluttering shut. Ethan was more than happy to oblige, slamming his cock into her over and over, making her cry out in pure ecstasy. "Fuck," she moaned, her voice raw. Her fingers clawed at the tile, leaving trails in the water. "Ethan," she breathed, her voice almost pleading. "Please." "Do it," he whispered, kissing her shoulder, his breath hot and ragged. And that was all she needed. Her body spasmed, her walls clamping down on him as her climax tore through her. It was like a storm, washing over her in a rush. Wave after wave of pleasure, drowning out everything else. "Fuck, yes," she screamed. Ethan held her tight, feeling her tremble against him, her pussy gripping him like a vise. The pressure was overwhelming. "Gods," he grunted. "I can’t hold on any longer," he said, his own breathing getting shaky. "Don’t," she moaned, her head lolling back. "Come for me," she whispered, her voice strained and weak. "Fill me up, my love." Hearing her words, Ethan felt a rush of emotions. Lust. Adoration. Affection. It was enough to break his willpower. "Fuck," he growled, burying his face in her hair. And then he exploded, filling her with his cum. Lilith gasped, her whole body shuddering. His seed dripped down her legs, mixed with the water and foam. Her knees buckled, and he caught her, keeping her from falling.

Chapter 143: Fill Me Up, My Love (R18+)

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