Chapter 5 (18+) - Spicy

“Ugh… that's it, right there…” she moaned under him while he pounded his manhood into her wet hole. She gasped, moaned, and screamed as he pounded faster. “Deeper, a-ah!” 

He could feel her pussy’s tight grip on him, not wanting to let go. Their bodies collided making wet and loud sounds, mixing liquids as they went harder. “F-f-uuck… I can't anymor..e..” she struggled to say. 

He grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled it tightly. Her ass hitting him as their bodies collided together. “You dirty little slut,” he whispered, running out of breath, his sweat dripping down his body. The shape of her back makes his dick harder just by caressing it. 

Her pussy engulfed his hard dick, sucking him in and squeezing him dry. Her voice hoarse from all the screaming and moaning. “A-ah… please…” she begged, her eyes rolling to the back of her head as he rubbed her pulsing clitoris. 

He pulled his dick out and she groaned. She was about to complain when he suddenly flipped her over, revealing her bouncing tits and flushed face. “Beautiful,” he whispered, grabbing her breasts, foundling with the tip of her nipples. 

He grabbed her legs and placed them on his shoulders. “You're so fucking tight,” he whispered before he put his whole manhood inside her. She let out a loud scream before covering her mouth. 

His hard pulsating dick, now reaching deeper inside her. Her mind completely blank, her vision blurring, and voice trembling. 

“Marry me, Zaria…” he uttered while breathing heavily. 

“W-what–” she managed to say, caught off guard with the sudden question. He suddenly pulled her face close and kissed her on the lips. 

“Moan my name,” he commanded as he pressed down on her clit.  

“B-but–” He pulled her hair tight and she winced. 

“Beg for it,” he seductively muttered, slowing his space down. 

“Please… C-Cronous,” she struggled to let out. He went a little bit faster putting it in and out while playing with her clit. 

“F-fuck me h-h-harder, Cronous…” Her voice trembled as pounded her deeper and faster. Her toes curled from the pleasure. 

“C-Cronous…” she whispered. 

“C-Cronous!” she moaned loudly. 

“Cronous?” 

HIS eyes suddenly opened and his body was sweating. He inhaled sharply before looking around the room. He looked up and saw Zaria staring at him with a worried look. “You're sweating… I came to check on you,” she muttered under her breath. 

He closed his eyes to get his thoughts right. It was a dream. Zaria under him was all a dream. 

“It looks like you were having a nightmare,” she said with concern and he almost laughed. 

He can't exactly say what kind of ‘dream’ he was having, can he? 

“I was just dreaming of the past,” he said innocently and she tilted her head in confusion. However, she didn't bother to ask. 

“You don't have to think about it. It wasn't any bad memory or sort,” he clarified. More like, it was a memory he wants to recall each day. 

His was still red after waking up from that steamy dream. 

“Sorry I made you sleep on a sofa… You can take the bed next time,” Zaria said with a smile and he shook his head. He groaned before pulling himself up and sitting down. 

They're in his master's bedroom with such space it can be an apartment. Instead of sharing a bed, Zaria wanted to sleep alone and away from him. She offered to take the sofa but he insisted that she take the bed.

“You can go back to bed. It's too early in the morning and you need to rest your cute little head,” he said teasingly and pushed her forehead using his finger. 

“You're going somewhere?” she asked, her red hair glinting slightly from the lamp. He shook his head but stood up anyway. 

“I take cold showers in the morning. I'll be back in a few minutes,” he announced and she nodded her head. He looked down on his pants and saw a bulge ready to burst. 

He went inside the bathroom and locked himself in there. “I can't believe I just dreamt about that,” he said in disbelief before splashing his face with cold water. He breathed heavily as he could not stop thinking how vivid his dream was. 

He flicked his hair back as he removed his clothes and got inside the shower. “U-ugh…” he muttered as he gripped his raging cock. He still could picture her messed up face from being fucked. 

He turned on the shower on a low setting as he stroked his dick slowly. “F-fuck, Zaria…” he whispered under his breath. His skin began to feel hot despite the cold temperature of the water. 

The sound of his wet dick getting washed out by the shower. His manhood made lewd sounds as he stroked back and forth, slow and fast motions in intervals. 

He hissed, feeling like his mind was about to go inside. “Shit…” he whispered as he felt a wave of pleasure across his body. Loads of hot semen squirting out of his manhood, onto the shower floor. 

He breathed heavily, and stroked himself slowly before cleaning off the mess he made. “That woman would be the death of me,” he muttered with a slight laugh. Despite this, his manhood was still ready for another round. 

However, this time, he did take a proper and decent shower. 

When he came out in new clothes and freshly out of the shower, he saw the woman who'll make him crazy sleeping on the bed. He walked closer and simply stared at her. 

Her long red hair scattered on the bed, and her hands beside her face as she laid on her side. He stared in disbelief at how beautiful the woman before him was and still is. 

“Sleep tight, princess.” He pulled the sheets and covered her to keep her warm. She lightly groaned and he stroked her hair. He chuckled softly before returning to the couch, as the obedient man that he is. 

Perhaps she is the owner, and he is the docile little pet he keeps boasting about.