Raw Hunger Unleashed
Under the dim glow of string lights draped across the cabin’s wooden beams, Lena watched Alex step through the creaky door, his broad shoulders filling the frame like a storm cloud promising thunder. Sweat from his trail run clung to his damp shirt, outlining the ridges of his chest. The air carried the sharp tang of pine from outside mixed with the earthy spice wafting from the kitchen—her surprise simmering on the stove.
She’d spent the afternoon transforming their secluded lakeside retreat into a den of temptation. No Nut November? A joke between them, this year starting raw and unfiltered, her challenge to break his iron will on night two. But tonight, she’d flip the script. Not with pleas or peeks, but a feast that screamed indulgence.
Alex dropped his keys on the side table, sniffing the air. “What the hell smells like heaven? You burning something?”
Lena leaned against the kitchen island, her silk robe slipping just enough to tease the curve of her hip. “Burning? Nah, babe. Brewing. Get in here.”
He prowled closer, eyes narrowing as she untied the robe, letting it pool at her feet. Naked, save for the artful scatter of edibles she’d arranged on her skin. Slices of ripe mango glistened over her full breasts, their sticky juice already trickling down her sides. A trail of chocolate-dipped strawberries led from her navel straight to the dark thatch above her thighs, where fresh raspberries nestled against her slick folds. Whipped cream swirled patterns on her inner thighs, and a drizzle of honey pooled in her belly button.
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Chapter 2: Teasing the Beast 🔥
Alex froze, phone halfway out of his pocket. “Fuck, Lena. You’re… edible.” His voice dropped low, gravelly, like rocks grinding underfoot.
She arched her back against the cool granite counter, the chill biting into her ass cheeks. “Dinner’s served. Raw and ready. Dig in.” A smirk played on her lips, but inside, her pulse hammered wild, raw anticipation coiling tight in her gut.
He circled her slowly, boots thudding on the pine floorboards. The scent of his sweat mingled with the sweet rot of tropical fruit, heavy and intoxicating. Snap-click of his phone captured the scene from every angle—mango on her tits, raspberries teasing her heat. “This is criminal. You’re gonna kill me.”
Lena laughed, throaty and bold, plucking a strawberry from her hip. She brought it to her mouth, juice bursting tart on her tongue, then trailed it down her neck. “Hungry yet? Or you just gonna stare?”
Alex growled, lunging forward. His mouth closed over the mango slice on her left breast, teeth grazing her skin as he bit down. Warm lips sucked the fruit away, tongue lapping the sticky residue with deliberate slowness. She gasped, nipples hardening into peaks under the assault. The mango’s fibrous chew echoed in his mouth, but it was her soft flesh beneath that made him hum deep in his throat.
“Mmm, so fucking sweet.” He moved to the next, nipping harder, leaving faint red marks like brands. Her fingers tangled in his short, dark hair, pulling him closer. Every swirl of his tongue sent sparks straight to her core, where those berries waited, swelling with her growing wetness.
But he detoured. Fingers dipped into the honey pot at her navel, scooping it up to smear across her right nipple. The golden stickiness cooled in the cabin air, then ignited as his mouth descended. Lick. Suck. Bite. She writhed, thighs rubbing together for friction, the whipped cream smearing messily.
“Alex… please…” Her voice cracked, raw need threading through it.
He lifted his head, eyes dark as the lake at midnight. “Not yet. I’m savoring.” Dipping two fingers back into the honey, he traced lower, circling her navel, then veering to her ribs. No direct hit. Just ghosts of touch, raising goosebumps that prickled like static.
The cabin’s fire crackled in the corner hearth, casting flickering shadows over her curves. Outside, wind whispered through evergreens, a lonely moan matching her own building frustration.
Chapter 3: Edge of Madness 💋
Lena’s breath hitched as Alex knelt between her spread legs, face inches from the raspberries crowning her mound. The fruit’s perfume blended with her musk, raw and primal, filling his lungs like a drug. He inhaled deep, eyes locked on hers, before extending his tongue to snag one berry. Teeth pulled it free, but his lips brushed her outer lips, electric.
“Oh god,” she whimpered, hips bucking involuntarily. The counter’s edge dug into her lower back, a sharp counterpoint to the velvet heat building below.
He popped the berry in his mouth, chewing slow, juices dribbling down his chin. “Tastes better here. Tangy. Wet.” Another berry followed, this time his tongue delving deeper, flicking accidentally-on-purpose against her clit. She yelped, hands flying to his shoulders, nails digging into muscle.
Past the fruit, he explored. Licking cream from her thighs, the dairy richness coating his tongue before he kissed it onto her skin. Up and down, teasing the crease where thigh met heat, but never fully committing. Her arousal dripped now, mixing with remnants of cream, creating a slick glide.
“You’re torture,” she panted, voice husky. Internal war raged—push him away or beg? The raw ache between her legs demanded release, but his control fueled the fire higher.
Alex stood abruptly, stripping his shirt. Broad chest heaved, a light sheen of sweat catching firelight. Jeans followed, boxer briefs tented obscenely. His cock sprang free, thick and veined, pre-cum beading at the tip like dew. He stroked himself once, base to head, eyes devouring her. “Touch yourself. Show me how bad you need it.”
Trembling fingers obeyed, circling her swollen clit. The pressure was immediate bliss, but hollow without him. She pinched a nipple still tacky with honey, twisting until pain blurred into pleasure. Moans filled the room, raw and unfiltered, drowning the fire’s pop.
He watched, fist pumping lazy. “That’s it. Rub that pretty pussy. Imagine my cock stretching you.”
Her pace quickened, breaths ragged. Orgasm crested sudden, crashing like waves on the lakeshore. Body arched, toes curling against cabinet doors, a guttural cry escaping. Juices slicked her thighs further, scent sharpening.
Alex stepped in, replacing her hand with his. Two fingers plunged deep, curling against her front wall. “Soaking. Dripping for me.” He pumped hard, thumb grinding her clit. No mercy. Her walls clenched, milking him as the second peak built fast.
“Fuck… Alex… yes!” She shattered again, vision spotting white, body convulsing on the counter.
Chapter 4: The Raw Plunge
Still reeling, Lena felt rough hands grip her ankles, yanking her to the island’s edge. Her ass hung half off, legs splayed wide. Alex positioned himself, cock nudging her entrance. The broad head parted her folds, teasing with shallow dips. Heat radiated from him, skin fever-hot against her cooled flesh.
“Want this? My thick length buried raw in your heat?” His voice was a rumble, strained with restraint.
“Yes, fuck me raw. No holding back.” Desperation laced her words, raw hunger mirroring his.
One brutal thrust seated him balls-deep. They both groaned, the stretch exquisite agony. Her pussy fluttered around his girth, walls gripping like velvet vice. He paused, savoring the clutch, then withdrew slow, dragging every ridge against her nerves.
Re-entry slammed home, hips colliding with wet smacks. Pace built relentless—slow grinds to punishing pistons. Fruits smeared forgotten, chocolate streaks painting her belly. Sweat slicked their bodies, sliding skin on skin, the slap echoing off log walls.
Lena’s tits bounced wild, nipples raw from earlier abuse. She clawed his back, leaving red trails, urging deeper. “Harder… pound me… fill me up!”
Alex obliged, one hand pinning her thigh wide, the other kneading her breast, pinching the peak until she keened. His grunts mingled with her cries, primal symphony. The island creaked under assault, dishes rattling distant.
Flashback hit her mid-thrust: yesterday’s denial, his texts stonewalling her pub stall video. Revenge tasted sweet now, his control fracturing with each plunge into her welcoming depths.
“Gonna cum? Milk my cock dry?” He growled, teeth grazing her neck, sucking a mark.
She nodded frantic, hand snaking to her clit. Circles blurred the line between pleasure and overload. Alex angled hips, hitting that spot inside relentlessly. Climax tore through, pussy spasming, squeezing him merciless.
He didn’t stop. Fucked through it, prolonging waves until she sobbed. Then, her legs hooked his waist, pulling impossible deeper. His rhythm faltered, breaths harsh. “Shit… Lena… close…”
“Cum inside. Raw and hot. Mark me.” The command tipped him.
With a bellow, he erupted, cock pulsing thick ropes against her cervix. Heat flooded, overflowing as he ground deep. They clung, shuddering, scents of sex and fruit heavy like fog.
Chapter 5: Aftershocks and New Flames
Collapse came soft, Alex’s weight a welcome blanket. His forehead rested on her shoulder, breaths syncing ragged. Cum leaked slow from her, pooling sticky on the counter. She stroked sweat-damp hair, tenderness blooming amid wreckage.
“Broke No Nut so soon?” Lena teased, voice wrecked whisper.
He chuckled low, nipping her collarbone. “Your fault. This… masterpiece.” Lifted head, kissing slow, tongues lazy dance tasting mango and salt.
But hunger lingered. He scooped her up, her legs wrapping instinctive. Carried to the king bed by the window, overlooking moonlit lake. Sheets cool silk against fevered skin. He laid her down gentle, then dove between thighs.
Cum-smeared pussy got no reprieve. Tongue lapped broad, cleaning his mess mingled with hers. The flavor—salty tang, her sweetness—raw intoxicant. Fingers spread her, delving deep to retrieve more, fucking it back in.
Lena moaned, oversensitive but craving. Hands fisted sheets, hips grinding his face. He sucked her clit hard, humming vibrations shooting stars. Third orgasm built different—deep, rolling thunder.
New scene unfolded: post-feast shower. Steam filled the bath, water cascading hot. He soaped her body slow, hands massaging breasts, fingers circling entrance. She stroked his reviving hardness, soapy glide building friction.
Wall-pressed, he entered from behind. Water pounded backs, masking slaps. Deeper angle bruised bliss, her palms flat on tile. “Again? Insatiable,” she gasped.
“You started it. Raw need now.” Thrusts powerful, hand snaking front to rub her swollen nub. Dual assault shattered her anew, cries echoing tile.
He followed, spilling second load, weaker but fervent. Held her after, water rinsing sins, bodies melding boneless.
Back in bed, tangled limbs, exhaustion claimed. Whispered plans for tomorrow’s torments, bond forged hotter. No Nut November? Shattered. Their raw passion, eternal flame. 💋
Chapter 6: Dawn’s Reckoning 🔥
Sun pierced curtains gold, birdsong filtering lakeward. Lena stirred first, body sore delicious—thighs bruised, nipples tender, pussy tender ache. Alex slept deep, cock semi-hard against thigh even in repose.
Smiling wicked, she slithered down. Mouth enveloped him warm, tongue swirling head. Salty remnants of last night flavored the velvety skin. He woke groaning, hips twitching.
“Morning ambush?” Voice sleep-thick.
“Breakfast in bed.” She sucked deeper, throat relaxing to take more. Hand cupped heavy balls, rolling gentle. His fingers wove her hair, guiding not forcing.
Pace built, slurps wet, her arousal reigniting. He pulled her up sudden. “Ride me. Want that slick cunt gripping.”
Straddling, she sank slow, both sighing fullness. Breasts swayed hypnotic as she rocked, grinding clit on his base. Faster bounces, bed protesting. His thumbs circled nipples, pinching raw peaks.
“Fuck… gonna flood you again,” he grunted.
“Do it. Raw and deep.” Climax hit mutual, her walls fluttering milking every drop. Collapse giggling, spent utterly.
Day stretched lazy—hikes teasing touches, picnic by water where fingers dipped under blankets. Evening promised more, their game evolved beyond November. Raw connection, unbreakable.
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