Chapter 325: My Sweet Ranke
Malik's hands were on Ranke's hips, guiding her movements as he gazed up at her with wonder and desire.
The chair beneath them groaned softly, its magical properties causing it to shift and adjust to accommodate their passionate encounter. Golden light seeped from the cracks between the floorboards, casting an ethereal glow over the scene.
Ranke's massive breasts swayed as she rode Malik, her nipples hard and glistening with sweat. Her face was flushed, eyes half-lidded as she lost herself in the pleasure.
The movement of her hips became more frenzied, her inner muscles clenching around Malik's cock as her climax approached.
Malik made sure to take her hard nipple in his mouth, biting down on it as he felt her starting to cum on his cock, "I think its time, I showed this spoiled princess and thing or two," he said his mouth still over her breasts.Ranke gasped, her massive breasts jiggling as she grunted in pleasure. She ground down harder on Malik's cock, "Oh fuck, yeah," she groaned, "show me what you've got, ShortStack."
Malik's hips bucked up, driving his cock deeper into Ranke's sopping wet pussy. He reached up, grabbing a handful of her titanic breast and kneading it roughly. "That's it, princess," he growled, "take it all."
Ranke's inner muscles spasmed around his shaft, her pussy dripping down onto his thighs. She leaned back, her hands on his knees for support as she rode him harder.
The chair creaked beneath them, its magic struggling to contain their passionate frenzy. "Fuck, Malik," she panted, "you're gonna make me cum so hard." Malik floated up from the chair, thrusting hard up into Ranke's tight hot box, Malik finally let her nipple go from his mouth, "Ranke, Tell me, Who is your man!" Ranke's eyes fluttered, her massive breasts heaving as she gasped for air. She was right on the edge, her pussy clenching rhythmically around Malik's cock. "You are," she moaned, her words husky with lust. "You're my man, Malik."
Malik drove up into her again, his hips snapping as he bottomed out inside her sopping wet cunt. "That's right," he growled, his hands gripping her hips tightly. "And don't you ever forget it."
Ranke's back arched, her tits jutting out as she screamed in ecstasy. Her pussy gushed, drenching Malik's cock and thighs in her arousal. "Fuck, I'm cumming!" she shrieked, her inner muscles spasming wildly around his shaft.
Malik felt her cunt milking his cock, her climax triggering his own. His hips bucked up furiously as he emptied himself inside Ranke, filling her pussy with spurt after spurt of his hot seed.
Ranke collapsed forward, her massive breasts pressing against Malik's chest as she rode out the aftershocks of her orgasm. Her pussy continued to pulse and twitch around his cock, milking him for every last drop. "Holy shit," she panted, her face flushed and eyes half-lidded. "That was fucking amazing."
Malik wrapped his arms around her, holding her close as he caught his breath. He could feel her heart pounding against his chest, her body still trembling with the force of her climax. "You're incredible," he murmured, nuzzling into her neck.
Malik floated back down to the ground, Still holding Ranke up, "I don't think you'll never not be spoiled by me, but that's what happens when I'm in love with a crazy woman like you, I guess." Ranke's face lit up with a radiant smile, her bright purple eyes sparkling with affection and mischief. "Oh, you're in love with me, huh?" she teased, her fingers playing with Malik's hair. "I guess I'll have to keep you around then." She leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to his lips before pulling back with a wicked grin.
"I'm glad you enjoyed that, ShortStack. But I think it's time we got cleaned up. I'm all sweaty and your cum is leaking out of me." She slid off his lap, her juices dripping down her thighs. "Race you to the shower!" Ranke exclaimed, already turning towards the bathroom with a playful giggle. Her massive breasts swayed enticingly as she moved, her golden skin glistening with a fine sheen of sweat.
Malik happily followed her to the second floor stone bathroom, following the nice bounce of her ass as he did. Malik reached the bathroom just as Ranke stepped into the large stone shower, the misty spray cascading over her voluptuous curves.
She leaned back against the smooth wall, a sultry smile playing on her full lips as she watched him approach. "Well, are you just going to stand there, or are you going to join me?" she purred, her hand trailing down her wet stomach to tease her still-swollen pussy.
The warm water felt exquisite against their skin as Malik stepped in behind her, his cock already stirring again at the sight of her dripping cunt. He pressed himself against her, one hand cupping a massive breast while the other slipped between her legs. "I think we both need another good cleaning," he murmured in her ear, his fingers working her clit as his hardening shaft pressed against her ass.
Ranke moaned, arching her back to grind against him. "Mmm, you're right about that." Her head lolled back against his shoulder as Malik's fingers danced over her sensitive bud. The water cascaded down their bodies, streaming through the coarse curls of her pubic patch of hair and running in rivulets down her toned thighs.
Malik's cock swelled fully against her ass, the heat of it pressing insistently between her buttocks. Ranke reached back, her plump lips finding his in a searing kiss as her fingers wrapped around his shaft. She stroked him slowly, her other hand guiding his hips forward so the head of his cock slipped between her ass. "Fuck," she gasped, breaking the kiss. "I want you to take me from behind, ShortStack. Show me how much you love this crazy woman of yours."
Malik smiled at that, taking a step back and pulling her hips with them, she pushed herself up on the smooth stone shower wall, her breasts smooshed against the stone, her back arched for him to take her, her legs spread, and Malik enjoyed the view of her ass, a very nice looking as, then her hot slit, her pussy red hot waiting for him, Ranke even looked back at him, giving him her impatient look, with those spoiled pretty violet eyes of hers.
Malik stepped forward, gripping Ranke's hips as he pressed his cock against her entrance. The heat of her pussy enveloped him as he slowly slid inside, drawing a long, satisfied groan from them both. "Fuck, you feel so good," he murmured, his hands roaming her body as he buried himself to the hilt.
Ranke pushed back against him, her ass jutting out as she took his full length. "God, yes," she panted, her fingers scrabbling at the wet stone. "Don't hold back, ShortStack. I want to feel everything." Malik obliged, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in. The force of his thrusts sent water spraying everywhere, droplets cascading down Ranke's breasts and thighs.
He set a punishing pace, his hips snapping forward as he drove into her again and again. Malik knew Ranke wanted hit hard, and for the one he loved, he would give her hard, but he still asked, "Hard and Fast, Or, Hard and Slow, my sweet previous Ranke," he said his voice holding nothing back, but still soft.
Ranke moaned deeply, her voluptuous body quivering as she felt Malik's thick cock buried to the hilt inside her. She pushed back against him, her hips undulating in a sensual rhythm. "Hard and fast, baby," she panted, her words husky with lust. "I want you to fuck me so hard I forget my own name."
Malik grinned, his hands gripping her hips tightly as he began to pound into her with relentless force. The slapping of their skin echoed off the stone walls, mixing with the sounds of their ragged breathing and the steady stream of water.
He drove into her with all the strength he could muster, his hips pistoning as he filled her over and over. "Damn, Ranke," he growled, his teeth grazing her shoulder. "You take it so well. So perfect." Ranke pushed back against him, meeting each of his powerful thrusts with an equal amount of force. Her massive breasts bounced and swayed with the impact, their slick, wet skin glistening in the steamy shower. "Fuck yes, Malik," she cried out, her head lolling back. "That's it, baby, give it to me like that."
Her pussy clenched around him, the tight heat enveloping his shaft as he pounded into her relentlessly. The slapping of their skin grew louder, the sound mingling with their ragged breaths and the spray of water.
Ranke's fingers clawed at the stone wall, her knuckles white as she braced herself against the onslaught. "Harder, Malik," she begged, her voice husky with lust. "I can take it. I want it all."
Malik complied, his hips snapping forward with even more force. Ranke moaned as her love gave her what she wanted, her nails cutting into the stone of the walls, the water doing what it could to stop the electricity coming out of her body. Malik smiled as he felt her power zap him, and dance on his skin, sparking in colors of purple and violet, "Ranke, my sweet spoiled Queen, Call me your man again, I love it when you show affection in your words, it honestly turns me on, and makes he harder," Malik told her leaning forward to kiss the skin on her smooth wet back. Malik's lips brushed against the smooth, wet skin of Ranke's back, his hot breath mixing with the steam of the shower. She moaned softly, her body quivering with pleasure as he continued to pound into her from behind. "You're my man, Malik," she gasped, her words thick with lust and affection. "My man, my love, my everything."
Her voluptuous body undulated, her massive breasts pressing against the slick stone wall as she pushed back against him, taking every inch of his cock with greedy enthusiasm.
The water cascaded over their entwined forms, the droplets catching the violet sparks of her power as they danced across their skin. "I love you, baby," Ranke panted, her head lolling back against his shoulder. "I love how you fuck me, how you make me feel so good."
Her pussy clenched around him, the tight heat threatening to milk him dry as he continued his relentless pace.
Malik licked the water on her back, drinking it in, "Keep going, Keep telling me you love me as I feel your insides with my cum!" The water drums against stone, a steady rhythm beneath the slap of skin and the gasp of breath.
Steam curls in thick veils, catching the violet sparks that still flicker like dying stars across Ranke's shoulders, her thighs, the small of her back where Malik's lips have been. His tongue traces a path through warm droplets, tasting salt and electricity, his teeth grazing just enough to make her shudder.
She arches deeper into him, her voice breaking around syllables like glass on stone. "I love you—I love how you—fuck—how you *own* me when we're like this." Then she felt his cock go tight inside her, his hot semen essence spurting her walls as he came deep inside her, "I love you, I love you, I love you . . ., " She kept repeating as she came on his erupting cock her body bolting with the power of lightning, The shower fills with the sizzle of violet sparks mixing with water, the air thick with the scent of sex and ozone.
Ranke's body convulses around Malik's cock, her pussy milking him as she rides out her climax. The water cascades down her heaving breasts, streams of it cutting through the sweat on her skin as she leans forward, her forehead pressing against the cool stone.
"I love you," she gasps again, her words almost drowned out by the spray of the shower. Her fingers curl against the slick wall, her legs quivering as she struggles to stay upright. Malik's hands grip her hips, his cock still buried deep inside her as he savors the feel of her contracting around him.
"You're mine," he murmurs against her damp skin, his hips giving one final, deep thrust. Ranke's body jolts, a soft cry escaping her lips as she feels him hit that spot one last time. Then Malik allows then both to fall to the ground, him still holding her, her long blonde very wet frilled hair sticking to his face something fierce, some of it even getting in his mouth.
Ranke let out a breathless laugh, her body still shaking with the aftershocks of her climax as she lay sprawled on the wet stone floor. "Fuck, baby," she panted, her words muffled by the damp strands of hair clinging to her face. She turned her head slightly, trying to kiss Malik despite the blonde locks plastered across both their mouths. Her voluptuous body pressed against his, the heat of her skin contrasting with the cool water still cascading over them.
Malik held her close, his softening cock still nestled inside her as he nuzzled her neck. "You're incredible," he murmured, his lips brushing against her damp skin. The steam from the shower curled around them, creating a cocoon of heat and intimacy.
Ranke's fingers traced idle patterns on his chest, her touch gentle despite the intense passion they'd just shared. "I love you so much." Malik's lips found hers in a long, deep kiss, tasting the water and electricity that clung to her mouth. His hands roamed her wet, curves, reveling in the softness of her skin as it glistened under the steamy shower. Ranke's body arched into his touch, a soft moan escaping her lips as she felt his semi-erect cock twitch inside her.
"You're insatiable," Malik whispered against her mouth, his hips giving a slow, gentle thrust. Ranke's eyes fluttered open, a playful smile spreading across her face as she looked at him. "And you love it," she teased, her hips rising to meet his.
The water continued to pour over them, the spray creating a gentle massage as it cascaded down their entwined bodies.
Malik's hands cupped her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her hardened nipples as he moved inside her. He enjoyed playing with her large fat breasts, while both moving inside her, and making out with her.
Malik's fingers kneaded Ranke's heavy breasts, relishing the soft, pillowy feel of them in his hands. He rolled her nipples between his fingers, watching as they hardened under his touch. Ranke moaned softly, arching her back to press her chest further into his hands. "Mmm, yes, baby," she purred, her hips moving in slow, sensual circles against him. The steam from the shower swirled around them, clinging to their skin and making their bodies glisten in the dim light. Malik leaned down, capturing one of Ranke's nipples in his mouth. He suckled gently, his tongue swirling around the hardened peak as he continued to move inside her.
Ranke's fingers tangled in his hair, holding him close as she gasped with pleasure. "Fuck, Malik," she breathed, her voice thick with lust. "You're so good at that." Malik took his mouth off her hard nip, "You have a bad mouth when he have sex, or would you call this making love?" Ranke's breathless laugh mingled with the hiss of steam and patter of water. "Making love," she murmured, her hips rolling against his in a slow, sensual rhythm. "But fuck, baby, you make me say the dirtiest things." Her fingers tightened in his hair, pulling his head back to meet her gaze. Her violet eyes sparkled with mischief and desire, a playful smile curling across her mouth.
"You like it when I talk dirty, don't you?" She shifted her hips, taking him deeper inside her, the wet sounds of their coupling filling the shower. "You like knowing you make me so hot, so desperate, that I forget how to be a lady." Her hand slid down to grip his ass, pulling him closer as she ground against him. "You like knowing that when I'm with you, all I can think about is how good your cock feels inside me." Malik smiled up at her, "One Day, I'm going to marry you so damn hard, I wonder how long I'll be able to keep you at our wedding before you pull me off, and do naughty things with me, I wonder if you'll tell me now or later?" Ranke's face flushes with heat at Malik's words, a soft gasp escaping her as his cock twitches inside her. She presses her forehead against his, her violet eyes locked on his as she speaks. "Oh god, Malik," she breathes, her words laced with emotion and desire. "You really mean that, don't you? You want to marry me."
Her hips move against him, the gentle pressure of her body triggering sparks of desire between them. "I want that too," she confesses, her words thick with feeling. "I want to be your wife, to wake up every morning with you by my side." Ranke's hand cups Malik's cheek, her thumb tracing his bottom lip as she looks into his eyes. "I want to make a life with you, to explore the world together, to build a home filled with love and laughter."
Malik's eyes soften at her words, a tender smile spreading across his face. "I told you, I was going to marry you if you so wished, did you not believe me? Did you think I kept you around, bought you things, cooked for you, given you my love, as some type of cruel joke, I know I spoil you, I know that you can be very up-tight, and "I'm better than everyone else" sometimes, but did you truly think I would never make you mine forever? Make you my Ranke?" Malik asked words full of nothing but truth and love, "Just because, I have other wives and fiancées, doesn't mean I don't want you, I need you Ranke, and that is the truth." Ranke's face flushes with emotion, her body quivering as her arousal intensifies.
She pulls Malik closer, their wet bodies pressed tightly together in the steamy shower. "I never doubted your love, Malik," she whispers, her words thick with longing. "But hearing you say those words, feeling how much you want me," Her violet eyes shine with unshed tears, her mouth finding his in a passionate kiss. She runs her hands down his back, her nails lightly scratching his skin as she arches against him. "I want you so badly," she breathes against his lips, her hips moving in slow, deliberate circles.
"Make me yours, Malik. Now. Right here in this shower." Her fingers tangle in his hair, pulling his head back to expose his neck. She trails hot, open-mouthed kisses along his throat, her teeth grazing his pulse point. "I want everyone to know I belong to you."
At her words, Malik picked her up as he stood, placing her back on to the wall of the stone shower, "I need people to know that I'm yours too Ranke, I know you already do that with your personality, But I want you to mark me, in any way you feel like, and I'm going to rail you hard against this wall, Deal?" Ranke's violet eyes flash with hunger and excitement at Malik's words.
She wraps her legs around his waist, pulling him closer as she nods eagerly. "Deal," she breathes, her voice husky with desire. She leans in, her teeth sinking into the curve where his neck meets his shoulder, leaving a love bite that will surely bruise. Malik groans at the pain-pleasure mix, his hips thrusting forward to drive himself deeper inside her. Ranke moans, her nails digging into his back as she rides his cock against the stone wall.
The water cascades down their sweat-slicked bodies, steam curling around them as they move in a primal rhythm. "Fuck, yes," Ranke gasps, her hips meeting his thrusts with equal force. "Mark me, too. I want everyone to see where you've been." She guides his mouth to her breast, encouraging him to suckle and bite the sensitive flesh.
Malik's lips close around Ranke's nipple, his teeth grazing the tender skin as he sucks hard.
The combination of pain and pleasure causes Ranke to cry out, her pussy clenching around his cock. He releases her breast with a wet pop, a dark bruise already forming where his teeth marked her. "So beautiful," he murmurs, his eyes locked on the mark he left. Ranke arches her back, pressing her chest further into his face, silently begging for more.
Malik's mouth moves to her other breast, his teeth sinking into the soft flesh. She moans loudly, her nails raking down his back, leaving red welts in their wake.
The steamy shower echoes with the sounds of their passion - moans, groans, and the wet slap of flesh meeting flesh. Malik's thrusts become more forceful, his hips driving forward with increasing intensity.