Chapter 65: Chapter 64

"N-Noah.” London gasped, looking up at me with wide eyes as I pushed her down.

I reached down and grabbed her legs, spreading them as I shoved myself inside her. Having already cum several times, her pussy was wet and juicy, accepting my cock without resistance. However, it was more of the roughness that caught her off guard. To put it in terms of my old world, it’d be like a man always used to missionary while his wife just lay there, only for the woman under him to shove him down and start riding him like, well, London had been riding me earlier.

London was an uptight woman who was used to control. She was smart, but that also made her a bit stubborn and cocky. It wasn’t that surprising that she had a friend like Jasmine. Although they had so many differences between each other, one could see that Jasmine was a free, unrestrained spirit. Opposites attracted, and London likely had respect for Jasmine’s wild side. In short, she hung out with Jasmine for a taste of the wildlife she denied herself.

Then again, this was the same reason she had started a relationship with me. She was like one of those disenfranchised men who desired to do something wild. Pursuing her half-brother as well as having an affair on her boyfriend was just the kind of excitement she had longed for. However, in the end of it, that didn’t change her original boring personality. For that, I’d have to dig a little deeper to find London’s wild side.

By deeper, I meant into her pussy, with my penis. While holding on to her legs, I started to pump my cock into her, using my experience and youthful exuberance to give her pussy a good fucking. Her expression was a mixture of stunned excitement and lewdness. My cock slammed in hard and fast, creating wet slapping sounds that would likely carry across the entire clearing if anyone happened to be there at that time.

“Ahhh… Ahhh… N-N-Noah!” She gasped, her body shaking as I enjoyed her without restraint.

Having already cum once, and also had sex, she was very wet, and after feeling her cunt pounded, more liquid formed. As she came, liquid splattered out over my crotch, almost like I was digging a well and struck water. Each thrust brought out a splash of fragrant liquid. It splashed over her thick pubic hair, giving it a lewd shine, and it splashed all over me as well. I didn’t care, I continued to smash her pussy, my cock moving just as fast, ignoring her constricting pussy.

With my vice-like grip on her legs, and my cock pounding into her thrust after thrust, London seemed to not know what to do with her body. She kept moving her arms. At first, she tried to grab my arms, but when she couldn’t get comfortable, she grabbed her own tits. However, even that couldn’t probably match the extreme sexual feelings flooding through her body. She threw them up over her head, as if she was giving in, and allowing me to have her body.

“Ahhh… fuck… fuck… yeah…” She moaned. “Ah… your dick is so hard… fuck… fuck…”

Being relegated to a submissive role against her nature, London relied instead on a stream of dirty words to feel like she was part of the sex act. She kept this up for a bit, but as she started orgasming for her third time, it became harder and harder for her to think. Frankly, that was my goal in the first place. The good doctor was thinking too much during sex.

Slap. Slap. Slap.

My balls were slapping against her cunt after each thrust. I used hard piston movements that showed no mercy to her or me. Had I not been so rough that even my balls were sore, I probably would have cum already. Thankfully, I managed to hold it all in, even as I wanted to creampie her cunnie.

“I-it’s too much…” She bit her lips. “Please… a break…”

Although my hips were a bit sore from going all out, I had no intention of stopping now. I flopped my body onto her tits, grabbing her wrists and shoving them over her head. My thrusts remained just as rough, but I added full body contact, smothering her naked sweaty body with my own. My chest pressed up tightly with hers, feeling the soft skin of her nipples. She threw her head back as she orgasmed again.

“Ahhh! Noah!”

With her neck exposed, I attacked it, sucking on it roughly and even biting. Her body shuddered and spasmed. I could feel her writhing under me as she exploded in another wet, juicy orgasm. However, I gave her body no means of retreat, and she could only squirm under me helplessly as I continued to torture her body.

We continued for an undetermined amount of time. I had completely lost track as my body melted into hers. I fucked her pussy until my cock felt a little burned. There was so much friction between our pubic hair I felt like I might get a rash. My balls were sore from slapping repeated against her. As for her pussy, it was a juicy, filthy mess.

“Mmmm… Mmmm!” She moaned as my mouth and hers fought.

She kissed as aggressively as I did, but with her pushed on the ground and her arms over her head, it was the only part of her body that had any freedom to act. Thus, we played aggressive tonsil hockey. Each time another tremor of orgasm erupted, her tongue would retreat and she’d let out lewd moans into my mouth. I finally ripped my mouth from hers, a stream of saliva connecting our mouths.

She looked up at me with flushed cheeks, and at this point, she gave no illusions of superiority or dominance. She had completely succumbed to my dick, just waiting as her body was blasted with orgasm after orgasm. Seeing her cute and disarming face was as much as I could take.

“I’m going to cum in you!” I whispered in her ear.

“I love you, Noah…” She responded with a single pant.

Earlier, I had told her I loved her, and her response had been to thank me, remaining clinically distant. Now, it was her lost in her feelings, lost in her lust. I grinned, letting go of her arms and then grabbing her ass as I shoved myself as deep into her womb as I could. Her own hands instinctively grabbed onto me like she was afraid I’d let go. My cock began to swell, and at the same time, her body began to arch.

Her nails suddenly dug into my back, and as she came, she scratched it. Her teeth were clenched, her head up so her chin was facing me. Her eyes were shut tight. It was clear that her entire body was experiencing a mind-blowing orgasm. Her pussy began to hungrily clench on my cock, trying to milk it. After she experienced an unknown number of orgasms, I couldn’t hold back anymore. My cock erupted inside her, my cum shooting out into her womb.

The sudden feeling of me shooting inside of her only drove this final orgasm to new heights. Completely losing control of her body, she clawed at my back like an animal as her body spasmed without control. If I hadn’t been on top of her, pushing her down with my body, the strength of her orgasm would have tossed me off of her and caused her to spasm away like someone in a seizure. However, as I pinned her pussy down with my cock and filled it up with my cum, she was helpless but to take it.

She had long lost the capacity to speak. Now, only guttural moans and whines erupted from her lips. She was like a wild beast, her entire body only focused on her own pleasure. If at this moment, Dan walked up and saw everything, she likely wouldn’t even realize it for ten minutes, and might not even care. She’d be more interested in finishing than addressing him. That was the stage she had been brought to.

Finally, the pair of us collapsed on top of each other, a sweaty, naked, dirty mess. The ground under us had been turned partially muddy by London’s discharges, and her back was covered in leaves. My back was covered in scratches, but I was happy to wear them as a matter of pride.

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Slowly, her body calmed down, the rhythmic clenches of her pussy finally relenting on my cock. This allowed it to finally soften, as it was kept in a state of perpetual erection thanks to her pussy’s strong sucking power. As I pulled out, a small spurt of white cum leaked out of her cunt and dripped down her asshole. Her pretty flower had been blasted open and was now a gaping hole made by my dick.

Although I pulled out of her, she grabbed onto me, holding me like she was afraid I’d leave. She was still breathing hard, and it was another ten minutes before she was able to recover her breath. In truth, I wasn’t much better. I lay next to her, with her arms wrapped around me and her naked chest pressed against my face, barely able to move after our exhausting actions.

“Noah… that was…” London wasn’t able to finish that word.  

Once, I had brutally fucked her throat. She had happily expressed joy at how exciting that was. This, on the other hand, wasn’t exciting. It was on an entirely different level. It was far more than London ever wanted. It was so far beyond what London ever fantasized about, that it was difficult to articulate it into words. It widened her sexual horizons, to say the least.

“London…” I looked up at her. “Dan’s a piece of shit.”

She closed her eyes for a second and then sighed. “I know.”

“And?”

“I just… I don’t want to be alone.” She said, a tear unexpectedly running down her cheek. “I’ve given everything to my education. That’s what a girl is supposed to do, right? We’re supposed to be rich and successful. Boys want a doctor wife. I’ve given everything to that, that I don’t have anything else but Dan. If I give up on him, then what was the point of everything I went through?”

She didn’t ask that question expecting an answer. In her mind, the value of being a doctor was being able to provide for her family. She needed someone who needed her. Once she lost someone needing her money, her time, and her love, then she had nothing left. The idea of having to start over scared her.

I felt like I could understand this. Every guy in my world suffered from the constant feeling that they had to be a provider for their wife. Some men wanted to be the provider and weren’t interested in a woman who worked. London had pushed herself so far exactly because she wanted to be that provider, but the man who she had ended up with wasn’t someone who deserved that treatment.

“You can do better.”

She gave a wry laugh. “You’re better.”

“I’m your half-brother,” I responded simply.

Her smile turned slightly sad. “This is the last time we’re going to have sex… isn’t it?”

“That depends on you…” I responded.

“I see… so if I keep fucking up, then you’ll keep at me until I learn… It almost makes me want to continue being a fuck up.” She laughed gently. “But, I guess, at some point, I just need to grow up. You’ve shown me that there is a lot more to be desired in this world. I will definitely go get it. You’re my half-brother, but I will always love you. Your place in my heart, it won’t change, but I also understand I have to step aside, to allow you to grow and become the man you need to be. If I try to monopolize you for myself, I’ll just be acting selfish, right? So, ultimately, it depends on me, right?”

“Ah… no…” I looked embarrassed before pushing my hips forward, poking her hip with my erect penis. “I meant; it depends on if you’re ready to go again.”

Her eyes widened, and then she looked down at my erect penis, a blush forming on her cheeks. “A-ah… j-just one more! For the road!”

Three times and two hours later, the two of us walked back down the path. We were both dressed, but after rolling around for so long, our hair was a mess, our faces were dirty, and our clothing was askew. Anyone would be an idiot for not expecting we had been up to something. On top of that, the pair of us held each other closely, unabashedly remaining close. The tension between us was gone.

I wasn’t sure if we’d ever have sex again, but it was clear that our relationship had completely changed. The barriers that used to keep us distant had been blown away, and we were completely relaxed with each other. As we reached the cabin, she had her arm around my shoulders and I had mine around her waist, and we saw no reason to undo it as we spoke inconsequentially about our lives.

When we pushed open the door, there was a sudden cry. Our eyes dropped on the couch. Dan sat up. He was shirtless and was straddling Jasmine. It was clear they had been making out at the least, and by the state of their clothing, they were about to go farther. Dan covered his chest with a cry.

“L-London! This isn’t what it looks like! I mean…” His eyes flashed haughtily. “This is your fault when you really think about it. You left for so long, and you’ve been distant to me this entire weekend. Now that you’re here, I demand an apology!”

“Dan,” London spoke, her expression completely relaxed.

“Wh-what?”

“We’re fucking over.”

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