CHAPTER 53: [R18] CLASH OF CROWNS(3)

Nia wasn’t giving him the satisfaction of breaking her. Her laugh came low and taunting between moans, her voice daring him.

"That all you’ve got? Come on, Nash, make it hurt."

She planted her palms on the sofa, pushing it forward an inch, her ass pressing back into him with a sharp roll of her hips.

Her cheeks bounced firm and round against his thighs, the heat of her skin slick with sweat.

She used the momentum to pop herself forward and then back again, meeting his thrusts harder.

Then, with a sudden twist, she swung one leg up and over his hip, then the other, hooking her ankles tight behind his back. Her grip was strong, her thighs squeezing him like a vise, locking them together.

Each time he drove in, she pulled with her legs, forcing him deeper, the clash of their hips sounding harder and wetter. Her grin was wicked through her panting, eyes flashing in challenge.

"Come on, champ. Keep up."

The sheer strength in her legs made his breath hitch. He caught her wrists, feeling her still trying to grind against him even as he held her.

Without a word, he bent his knees, shifted his weight, and then, lifting with a hard pull, hauled her up in that locked position.

Her gasp turned to a sharp scream, back arching as he straightened to full height with her hanging off him, legs still crossed behind him.

Her arms scrambled for balance, hands pressing into his forearms.

Then he started moving.

Every thrust drove her up his length and slammed her back down, the impact echoing off the walls.

The sofa creaked as it was shoved back by their motion, the table rattling as the rhythm shook the floor.

"Nash! Ohhh—fuck—ahhh!"

Her voice broke into high, breathless cries with every lift and drop, each one sharper than the last. The wet sound of their connection filled the room, her legs clamping tighter around him as if afraid he’d drop her.

Her head tipped back, hair brushing his shoulder, mouth open in a long, shuddering moan as he pounded her from below, her body bouncing in his hold with each brutal upward drive.

Nash’s eyes narrowed, his jaw set with determination. He wasn’t just going to fuck her; he was going to make her beg for mercy.

His strokes grew more forceful, the sound of their bodies slapping together resonating in the room. Nia’s eyes went wide with a mix of shock and arousal.

The sofa groaned under their vigorous use, the wooden frame straining with every punishing thrust.

The cushions compressed and the springs squealed in protest, but Nia’s gasps and cries were music to Nash’s ears, spurring him on.

He felt his climax building, a pressure at the base of his spine that grew with every pulse of his cock inside her.

His movements grew erratic, his breaths coming in harsh pants. He could feel the heat of her pussy tightening around him, her muscles clenching and releasing in a silent plea for release.

And then it hit. Nash’s orgasm slammed into him like a freight train, sending a blast of hot cum deep into Nia’s core.

Her scream was raw and primal, her entire body spasming as she clenched around him. Her nails scored his skin, her legs locking so tight around him that he thought he might collapse under the pressure.

But he didn’t. He stayed hard, his cock pulsing inside her as he held her there, suspended by his arms. The intensity of their connection was electrifying, and he knew he wasn’t done with her yet.

With a roar, Nash took a step forward, the sofa buckling under their combined weight. He slammed her down onto the floor, the impact shaking the room.

The cushions scattered around them as he maintained his rhythm, driving into her without pause.

Nia’s laughter turned to whimpers, her body trembling as she reached the peak again.

This time, when Nash felt his release approaching, he didn’t hold back. He thrust into her one final time, burying himself to the hilt.

The sofa finally gave way with a splintering crack, collapsing beneath them.

Nia’s back arched violently off the floor, her eyes rolling back until only white showed, mouth wide as she let out a long, ragged scream of his name that cracked in pitch.

Her voice shook with each pulse, breaking into breathless, stuttering moans.

"Ahhh! Ohhh! Nash!" as her pussy clamped down around him in tight, rhythmic spasms, milking him through his orgasm.

The wet, messy squeeze drew every drop from him, splashing inside her with hot, thick spurts she could feel flooding deep, her thighs trembling and her breath catching on each wave.

The room was a mess of destroyed furniture, discarded clothes, and the scent of sex. They lay there, panting and sweaty, the remnants of the shattered sofa around them.

Nia’s legs were still wrapped around his waist, her ankles locked together, keeping him deep inside her.

He leaned over, kissing her neck, nipping at the soft flesh.

"Not bad for a negotiation," he murmured, smugness in his voice.

Her eyes snapped open, glaring at him through the haze of pleasure.

"Fuck you," she managed to pant out, a smirk playing at her lips.

He chuckled, rolling them so she was on top, straddling his hips.

"Oh, if you insist."

And with that, Nash began to move again, his cock still hard and ready.

The intensity of their union didn’t wane, even as they lay in the debris of the sofa. Nash’s cock remained as hard as ever, a result of his terrifying recovery.

Nia’s body, though trembling with the aftershocks of her climaxes, was alive with a fiery need that matched his own.

With a growl of possession, Nash flipped them over, taking her legs and pushing them up until her ankles were by her ears.

He plunged into her again, filling her completely in a single, brutal motion that had her eyes rolling back and a shaky scream escaping her throat.

This new position allowed him to hit depths that had her gasping, the angle sending sparks of pleasure shooting through her body.

She tried to push back, to meet his every thrust, but her strength was waning. Each time he slammed into her, her moans grew softer, her body going limp under the relentless onslaught.

He switched again, pulling her onto all fours. He grabbed her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh, and began to fuck her from behind with a ferocity that sent her face first into the floor.

The sound of their skin slapping together was a symphony of raw desire, echoing through the room with every thrust. Nia’s eyes glazed over, her mouth hanging open in a silent moan as Nash pounded into her.

Her arms gave out and she collapsed, her cheek pressing into the floor, but he didn’t stop. He just held her in place, his grip unyielding, and continued to drive into her.

He felt his orgasm approaching, and with it, the desire to completely dominate her, to leave her boneless and begging for more.

He reached around, his hand finding her clit, and pinched it hard, sending a bolt of pleasure through her that had her pussy spasming around him.

He came with a roar, his cum filling her up so much that it began to leak out around his cock, making a wet mess on the floor beneath her.

Yet, he wasn’t done.