Chapter 732 - 732 Birth A Dozen Kids

732 Birth A Dozen Kids

Each thrust from Marcel was so powerful that her moans of pleasure reverberated across the hotel room like a sinful melody. Arianna felt her body begin to tighten and quiver around him and knew that it wasn’t going to be long now.

“Yeah, come for me, love,” Marcel breathed into her ears as she clawed at his back before he buried himself into her so deeply that she could swear he hit her womb. An orgasm so intense, so poignant, cascaded through her body and she dug her nails into his shoulder, clinging to him so tightly as if he was her lifeline and she couldn’t let go.

Arianna’s body was caught in a seizure like-bout and her p*ssy clamped around Marcel’s d*ck so hard that he grunted a deep, masculine sound that made her toes curl and her sex contract, prolonging her ecstasy. She gripped him so tightly that Marcel had no choice but to come too, spilling every drop of his cum just for her with a groan.

Her body became lax after Marcel emptied inside of her and the both of them panted together on the couch. Marcel pressed his forehead to hers, sweat coating his forehead as he tried to catch his breath.

“If that doesn’t get you pregnant, I don’t know what else would,” Marcel breathed hard, his hand tracing her features with a small smile.

“So you’re giving up now? That’s disappointing,” Arianna taunted him. She must be a sucker for punishment for even suggesting that because she saw Marcel’s eyes light up with a glint. He was up for the challenge.

“Of course, my love. This was just an appetizer,” Marcel said.

To prove his words, his cock swelled up inside of her and Arianna gasped as his mouth found her, kissing her breathlessly. Marcel pulled away from her, some of the loads that he shot into her hole leaking out onto her thighs.

Not that Marcel minded.

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As Arianna said earlier, he had millions of them inside of him. One thing was for sure though, he would have to replace the sofa tomorrow morning. And perhaps, he might have it sent back to the base as a little souvenir of their time together – the day they made their baby. Their child would grow up learning the history behind his birth.

Marcel leaned back and knelt astride her thighs. He caught her leg and lifted it with a wicked grin in his eyes while her core clenched in anticipation. Marcel hooked her leg over her shoulder and aligned his cock with her opening, lodging himself into her deliciously slowly.

Arianna’s whimper was loud and throaty as Marcel let her feel every single inch of him until he was sheathed deeply inside of her. Unlike the first time, he slid easily inside of her thanks to the delicious wet friction, although there was still the tiniest amount of discomfort because of his sheer size. But Arianna was not going to give up on this feeling. God, she was so full of him that she couldn’t even get the word out.

Marcel then thrust his hips forward and her back arched off the sofa with a soundless moan. She gasped, unable to comprehend the million amounts of tingles spreading through her body. The angle that Marcel had her allowed him to hit her so deep that it was overwhelming, completely drowning her senses.

Pressing a hand to the side of the sofa to brace himself, his other hand secured her hips and thrust inside of her.

“Do you feel me?” He asked, pounding into her clenching p*ssy while her mouth remained open, no words coming out of it. Dear God, it was too much. His thrust was so raw and powerful that it stole her breath away.

“Answer me?!” Marcel said roughly, slamming deep inside of her and the scream was finally wrenched from her lips.

“You are so big!” Arianna cried out, yet moaned when he hit a spot that made her head real. Marcel chuckled darkly, of course, that was not a complaint at that. He would take that as a compliment.

He continued to fuck her with deep punishing grunt while she moaned and panted for him. But that was not enough for him, Marcel increased his pace, his movement frenzied and she felt the impacts down to her core and she clenched around him.

But Marcel did not her let chase her orgasm because he slid out of her and before she could complain, hoisted her up and made her lean over the seat’s backrest on her knees. He made sure that she was flattened against it and nudged her legs apart before entering into her from behind in one smooth move.

Arianna felt a hint of pain from her sensitive core, but the pleasure was greater and she couldn’t give up. Marcel’s thrust was savage and she buried her face into the sofa, burying her screams. He upped his pace, riotously pounding into her and it felt so damn good. Pleasure continuously built inside of her like a dam about to burst open.

Marcel slowed down only to drive his cock inside her all the way to the base and Arianna let out a muffled scream, her hands digging into the sofa. He grabbed her hips and leaned over with her too, making sure he drove in harder than the first time. Marcel continued to fuck her with the deep, punishing thrust over and over again until she came all over his lips.

Lost in her ecstasy, Arianna still managed to clench her p*ssy so hard that she wrung an orgasm out of Marcel, making her come with her. With clenched teeth, Marcel pumped his hips into her until he exploded inside of her and fell on her, his cock pulsing inside of her.

Fuck, she was tired. Arianna was satiated. At the rate they were going, she was going to birth a dozen kids. No, she couldn’t go another round. Weeks of being away from him had somehow tapered the stamina she had built and couldn’t catch up with Marcel anymore.

But then, her pass was not taken into account as Marcel had other plans for him. He carried her off the couch and made a beeline for the bedroom. The moment her stomach hit the bed, her hip was pushed up into the air and the next, his dick slid into her sensitive pussy without resistance and she clamped around him.

“No!” Arianna cried out even though her body was responding with a yes. She clenched and unclenched her fists. She couldn’t do it anymore. Yet there she was on her knees taking everything that he gave her until the final scream left her lips.