All Chapters of Beneath The Sheets : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Hazel My legs barely worked on the walk back to my house.Every step made another slow trickle of his cum slide down my inner thigh. The dress was still wrinkled and shoved up on one side where he hadn’t bothered to fix it. My clit was swollen and sensitive against the soft fabric, and the deep, full ache between my legs pulsed with every movement. I could still feel the exact shape of him — how thick he’d been, how deep he’d gone, how he hadn’t slowed down even when I got loud.I locked my front door behind me and leaned against it for a second, breathing hard.My hands were shaking.I didn’t even make it to the bedroom. I dropped onto the couch in the dark living room, spread my legs, and pushed two fingers through the mess he’d left inside me. I was soaked — his cum mixed with my own wetness, slick and warm. I rubbed over my swollen clit and let out a quiet, broken sound.“Fuck… Joel…”I worked my fingers in and out,

HazelI woke up to the feel of his hand between my legs.Joel was behind me, chest against my back, two thick fingers already sliding through the sticky mess he’d left inside me overnight. I was sore and swollen and still wet. He rubbed slow circles over my clit like he had all the time in the world.“Morning,” he muttered against my neck, voice rough from sleep.I arched into his hand with a soft, broken sound. His cock was hard against my ass, heavy and hot. He kept rubbing me until my breathing turned uneven, then he pulled his fingers away, grabbed my thigh, and lifted it. The thick head of his cock pushed against my entrance.He sank into me in one slow, deep thrust.I moaned into the pillow. The stretch was even more intense in the morning, my body still used and sensitive from the night before. Joel didn’t rush. He fucked me in long, lazy strokes, one arm wrapped around my waist to hold me in place, the other hand cupping

Hazel I lost track of how many times he took me that night.After the second round he only gave me a few minutes to catch my breath before his fingers started moving again between my legs, pushing his cum deeper while he kissed and bit along my neck. By the time he rolled me onto my stomach and slid back inside me I was already moaning into the pillow, sore and oversensitive and still desperate for it.He fucked me slower that time, deep and heavy, one hand between my shoulder blades keeping me pinned while the other reached under me to rub my clit. The wet sound of his cock moving through the mess he’d already left inside me was filthy. Every thrust forced more of his earlier cum out around him and down my thighs.“Listen to that,” he muttered against my ear. “Sloppy little cunt. I’ve already filled you twice and you’re still gripping me like you need more.”I came again with a broken whimper, legs shaking. He kept going until he finish

Hazel He woke me up twice more before morning.The first time was sometime after midnight. I felt his cock, already hard, rubbing between my thighs from behind. I was still half-asleep when he pushed into me, slow and deep. One of his arms was wrapped around my chest, hand cupping my breast, while the other held my hip in place. He fucked me in long, lazy strokes like he had all the time in the world, mouth against the back of my neck.“Still so fucking wet,” he muttered. “Even in your sleep this cunt is ready for me.”I moaned softly into the pillow and pushed back against him. He kept that same steady pace until I came with a quiet, shaky whimper, then followed me a few thrusts later, filling me again while he groaned against my skin. He didn’t pull out right away. He just stayed buried inside me until he softened, then finally slipped free and went back to sleep with his hand resting over my messy cunt like it belonged there.The seco

Hazel I stayed on my knees until he finished in my mouth.Joel held my head in place with both hands while he came, thick pulses spilling across my tongue. He made me swallow every drop, then dragged the head of his cock over my lips one last time before stepping back. I stayed there breathing hard, chin wet, his cum still leaking out of me onto the living room floor.He looked down at me for a long moment.“Get up.”I stood on shaky legs. He pulled the dress the rest of the way off me and tossed it aside, leaving me completely naked in his living room. His eyes moved over my body — the bruises on my hips, the wet mess between my thighs, the way my nipples were still tight — and something darker settled in his expression.“You’re not going back to your place tonight,” he said. “Or tomorrow night. You’re staying here from now on.”My heart beat hard in my chest. “What about my things?”“We’ll get them later. Rig