Chapter 26: End of Respite [R18]

As Julie's orgasm subsided, her body going limp and pliant beneath Marc, he slowed his thrusts.

With a final, deep grind of his hips, he buried himself to the hilt inside her, his shaft pulsing and throbbing against her fluttering walls.

Marc's breathing was ragged, his skin glistening with a sheen of sweat, but he held himself still, allowing Julie a moment to catch her breath.

Bruno, however, was far from done.

He had been watching the erotic display, stroking his own hard, aching cock as he waited for his turn.

Now, with a low, possessive growl, he urged Marc to move aside.

Marc reluctantly pulled out of Julie's dripping, well-used pussy with a gush of their combined fluids.

He rolled onto his back beside her, one arm draped across her heaving chest, his hand cupping her breast.

His cock, slick with her juices, jutted out from his body, still rock hard and ready.

Bruno wasted no time in taking his place between Julie's thighs. He pushed them further apart, exposing her swollen, sensitive folds to his hungry gaze.

He could see the way her hole clenched and unclenched, as if begging to be filled again.

Julie looked up at Bruno with hooded, desire-drunk eyes. Her lips were kiss-swollen and parted slightly, her chest rising and falling with each shaky breath.

She could see the raw, animalistic lust in Bruno's eyes as he loomed over her, his cock bobbing and twitching with anticipation.

Bruno leaned down, capturing Julie's mouth in a brutal, dominating kiss. His tongue plundered her mouth, claiming her, owning her, staking his own brand of possession.

At the same time, he gripped her hips, his fingers digging into the soft flesh hard enough to leave bruises.

Then, with a single, powerful thrust, Bruno buried himself inside Julie's dripping cunt.

He groaned into her mouth, his hips pressing against hers as he plunged himself fully inside her.

Julie could feel every thick, pulsing inch of him, stretching her, filling her, completing her in a way that made her feel whole.

Bruno began to move, his hips pulling back until just the tip of his cock remained inside her, before slamming forward, burying himself all the way.

He set a hard, fast, almost punishing pace, his shaft driving into her again and again, his balls slapping against her ass with each powerful thrust.

Julie could only hold on, could only take what he gave her. Her body rocked with each drive of his hips, her breasts bouncing, her nails raking down his back.

She could feel another orgasm building, could feel the pressure coiling tighter and tighter in her core.

Marc watched, stroking his own shaft as Bruno took his pleasure from their lover.

He could see the way Julie's body responded to Bruno's rough treatment, the way her pussy clenched and fluttered around his cock, the way her juices coated his shaft and dripped down onto the sheets.

It was the most erotic sight Marc had ever seen, and it only fueled his own desire

He couldn't wait to take his turn again, to bury himself inside Julie's hot, tight, perfect cunt and bring her to heights of ecstasy she had never known before.

But for now, he contented himself with watching Bruno claim her, watching her come undone on his cock.

Julie could feel her body tensing, her muscles pulling taut as she climbed higher and higher towards her peak.

Bruno's thrusts grew harder, faster, more erratic, his breathing coming in harsh pants against her neck.

With a final, brutal slam of his hips, he buried himself deep inside her and held himself there, his shaft pulsing and throbbing against her fluttering walls as he found his own release.

Julie screamed as her orgasm crashed over her, her body convulsing, her pussy clamping down around Bruno's shaft like a silken vise.

Her juices gushed forth, coating his cock, dripping down his balls, pooling on the sheets beneath them.

It was a mind-blowing, earth-shattering, life-altering orgasm that left her seeing stars.

Bruno collapsed on top of her, his weight pressing her into the mattress, his shaft still buried deep inside her spasming cunt.

They lay like that for a moment, both of them struggling to catch their breath, their skin slick with sweat, their hearts pounding in unison.

As the waves of their shared ecstasy began to subside, Bruno rolled off of Julie, his softening shaft slipping out of her with a gush of their combined fluids.

He draped an arm across her waist, pulling her close, his hand resting possessively on her hip.

Julie lay between them, her body sated and spent, her skin glowing with the afterglow of their lovemaking.

She could feel the heat of their bodies surrounding her, could feel the weight of their limbs draped across her own.

Marc, evidently full of stamina, barely took a moment to catch his breath after the first round. He was already gearing up for the second, much to Julie's amusement. Bruno, not wanting to be left behind, joined in with equal enthusiasm.

The night stretched on, their laughter and muffled sounds spilling through the walls. I tried to block it out, my pillow doing little to muffle the noise. Frustration simmered, but I decided against interrupting. It wasn't worth the effort.

By the time the first rays of dawn broke through the window, the room finally fell silent. The two men staggered out, looking thoroughly drained yet oddly triumphant.

Julie, sprawled on the bed, had a satisfied smirk on her face despite her disheveled appearance.

As I sat up from my corner, I shot her a pointed look. "You'd better be ready to move in an hour," I said flatly. "I'm not waiting for you to recover."

Julie groaned, waving me off with a tired hand. "Yeah, yeah... just let me rest a bit. Marc and Bruno were... exhausting."

I rolled my eyes and left the room. She could handle her own mess. For now, I needed fresh air and I left questioning myself if I even need her around.