Chapter 164: Horny Ruth

The air was thick with the stench of sex—musky, raw, and unfiltered. Vera lay sprawled on the bed, her ass still raised slightly from the last brutal thrust I’d given her. Her asshole was gaping, the delicate pink ring stretched obscenely wide, the edges swollen and bruised from the relentless pounding.

Thick ropes of my cum oozed from her abused hole, dripping down the curve of her ass cheek in slow, lewd streams. Every time she shifted even slightly, another glob of cum would slip out, landing in a wet, sticky mess on the sheets beneath her.

I stood over her, my cock still rock-hard, glistening with a mix of her ass juice and my cum. The veins along my shaft pulsed, my balls still heavy and aching, the skin slightly red from slapping against her ass with every brutal thrust.

Vera’s ass was a fucking mess—red handprints from my grip marked her hips, the flesh still stinging from where I’d dug my fingers in, holding her in place as I fucked her like a raging animal.

The cheeks of her ass were slick with sweat and cum, the skin flushed from the force of my hips slamming into her, the sound of flesh meeting flesh echoing in my ears even now.

I reached out, my thumb pressing against her gaping hole, pushing a fresh dollop of cum back inside her. Vera whimpered, her body twitching at the intrusion. "Ahhh... Dexter..."

"Look at this fucking mess," I growled, my voice rough with satisfaction. "Your asshole is ruined, Vera. Look at how wide it is, how it’s still dripping with my cum. You took every inch of my cock like a good little slut, didn’t you?"

She moaned weakly, her face pressed into the bed. "I feel so tired and sleepy..."

I chuckled darkly, my fingers tracing the red, angry marks my hips had left on her ass. "You should rest," I said, though my voice was anything but gentle. "Lie down. I’ll go out for a while."

Vera’s voice was slurred, exhausted, but there was a hint of urgency in it. "Dexter... you shouldn’t have wasted your precious seed inside my asshole. If you’d put it inside Ruth, she might have gotten pregnant with your child. You can’t tell anyone about wasting your seed..."

I smirked, my thumb pressing harder against her gaping hole, making her gasp. "Don’t worry, Aunt Vera. I won’t tell anyone." My other hand came down sharply, slapping her ass again, the sound loud in the quiet room.

She yelped, her ass jiggling from the impact, another thick droplet of cum slipping from her abused hole. "I only wanted to heal your waist. I had no intention of wasting my seed... but your asshole was so fucking tight. It gripped my cock like it never wanted to let go, milking me dry. Every time I pulled back, it sucked me deeper, like it was begging for more."

I slapped her ass again, harder this time, leaving another red handprint. Vera cried out, her fingers clawing at the sheets. "Ahhh... don’t hit there!"

I ignored her, my fingers spreading her ass cheeks wider, exposing her gaping, cum-drenched hole. "I was just checking if your waist is healed," I taunted, my voice dripping with dark amusement. "If not, I’ll have to put my cock back in your asshole to fix it. Maybe this time, I’ll fuck you until you scream."

Vera whimpered, but I could see the way her thighs trembled, the way her breath hitched. She was exhausted, but her body still responded to the threat, the promise of more.

I leaned down, my lips brushing her ear. "But I think you won’t need it anymore. Your waist is healed now."

With that, I straightened up, my eyes lingering on the obscene sight of her gaping asshole, the cum still dripping from it, the red marks from my hips and balls slapping against her flesh. I turned and walked out, leaving Vera sprawled on the bed, her ass a fucking wreck—bruised, gaping, and dripping with my cum.

The moment I stepped outside, I was met with the curious gazes of Kerry, Ada, and Ruth. Kerry’s eyes were wide with concern. "Dexter, is Vera okay? We heard her screaming. She sounded like she was in a lot of pain."

I smirked internally. If only they knew the kind of pain she was in. I kept my expression neutral. "Aunt Vera’s waist needed realignment. That’s why she was hurting, but everything’s fine now."

Ada moved toward the door, but I stepped in front of her, blocking her path. "Mother Ada, Aunt Vera is sleeping. It’s best not to disturb her."

Ada hesitated, then nodded, and Kerry followed her away, leaving Ruth and me alone. Ruth’s eyes flicked to my skirt, her cheeks flushed. "Dexter... I noticed your cock was hard earlier?"

I didn’t let her finish. I closed the distance between us in two strides, my hand snaking out to grip her chin, tilting her face up to meet my gaze. "It’s because it was missing the feeling of your pussy, Ruth. It got hard just thinking about how tight and wet you get for me." My thumb brushed her lower lip, and I felt her breath hitch. "I wanted to find you, but Aunt Vera needed my help, so I held back."

Ruth’s eyes darkened, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. "Is it... still hard?"

I didn’t answer with words. Instead, I pressed my body against hers, letting her feel the thick, unyielding length of my cock through the fabric of my skirt.

She gasped, her hands instinctively reaching for me, but I caught her wrists, pinning them to the wall beside her head. "Ruth," I growled, my lips brushing the shell of her ear. "Is your pussy missing my cock?"

She nodded, her breath coming in short, desperate gasps. "Yeah... last time, I was afraid. I thought squirting was wrong, so I didn’t let myself experience it fully. This time... I want to feel it again. I want to feel you again."

A low groan rumbled in my chest. Ruth was being so fucking bold, talking about her desires so openly, her eyes locked onto mine without a hint of shame.