Betrayed and Claimed by the Lycan King Chapter 127

Isolde's POV

We’d barely stopped touching since the fashion show ended, and now, hours into the night, we were lost in each other, consumed by a need that refused to relent.

Ezra towered over me, his broad frame casting a shadow as he pressed himself closer. “Isolde,” he growled, his voice rough with lust, “you’re mine tonight.” His hands gripped my hips, pulling me against him, and I felt the unmistakable bulge of his cock—eight inches long, thick as my wrist, and already rock-hard through his pants. My pussy clenched at the thought of him inside me, stretching me to my limits.

I whimpered, my thighs slick with arousal. “Please, Ezra,” I begged, my voice trembling. “I need you.”

His lips crashed against mine, a bruising kiss that left me dizzy as he tore at my dress, the silk ripping under his impatient hands. “Get on the bed,” he ordered, his eyes dark with desire. “I’m gonna fuck you all night.”

I scrambled onto the bed, my heart pounding as I shed the remnants of my clothes. My heavy tits bounced free, nipples already hard under his burning gaze. “Touch those gorgeous tits,” he commanded, his voice low and filthy as he freed his cock. It sprang out, long and impossibly thick, the veined shaft glistening with precum. Eight inches of pure, intimidating perfection, it looked like it could split me in half—and I wanted every inch.

My hands cupped my breasts, fingers pinching my nipples as I moaned, my eyes locked on his cock. “Fuck, Ezra,” I whispered, my pussy dripping as I imagined him filling me. “It’s so big.”

“Play with your pussy,” he growled, stroking his cock slowly, the sight making my clit throb. “Show me how wet you are for this cock.”

I spread my legs, my fingers sliding through my soaked folds, circling my clit as I gasped. My pussy was a slick mess, aching for him. “Ezra, please,” I whined, spreading myself wider. “I need you inside me.”

He didn’t make me wait. Climbing onto the bed, he positioned himself between my thighs, the head of his cock nudging my entrance. “You’re gonna scream for me,” he promised, then thrust forward, burying half his length in one brutal stroke.

I screamed, my back arching as his thick cock stretched my tight pussy, the burn of his size overwhelming. “Oh, fuck!” I gasped, my nails clawing at his shoulders. “It’s too big, Ezra!” But my body betrayed me, my hips rocking to take more, my walls fluttering around his massive shaft.

“Take it,” he grunted, pushing deeper, inch by agonizing inch, until all eight inches were buried inside me. I felt so full, so impossibly stretched, like his cock was reshaping me from the inside. Every thrust sent a jolt of pleasure-pain through me, my pussy clenching desperately as he started to move, his hips slamming against mine.

“Touch your tits,” he ordered, his voice hoarse as he fucked me harder, his cock dragging against every sensitive spot inside me. I obeyed, my hands kneading my breasts, tugging at my nipples as I screamed his name. “Ezra! Fuck, it’s so deep!” Each thrust felt like it was splitting me open, his thick cock relentless, pounding me into the mattress.

“You love this cock, don’t you?” he growled, his pace brutal, his balls slapping my ass with every thrust. “Tell me how it feels.”

“It’s so fucking big!” I sobbed, my voice breaking as pleasure and pain blurred together. “It’s too much, Ezra! You’re gonna kill me with this cock!” My pussy was stretched to its limit, every nerve on fire as he fucked me deeper, harder, like he was claiming every inch of me. I felt like I was unraveling, my body trembling as orgasm after orgasm ripped through me, each one leaving me more breathless than the last.

“Pinch those nipples,” he demanded, leaning down to suck one into his mouth, his tongue flicking over the sensitive bud. I screamed again, my fingers twisting my other nipple as my pussy clamped down on his cock, another climax crashing over me. “Ezra!” I wailed, my vision blurring as my body shook, my slick walls milking him.

He didn’t stop, fucking me through my orgasm, his cock throbbing inside me. “You’re so tight,” he groaned, his thrusts growing erratic. “Gonna fill this pussy up.” With a final, brutal thrust, he came, his hot cum flooding me, the sensation pushing me over the edge again. I screamed, my body convulsing as another orgasm tore through me, my pussy spasming around his cock.

But Ezra wasn’t done. The night stretched on, and he took me again and again—on my back, on my knees, against the wall. Each time, his eight-inch cock stretched me to my breaking point, his thickness making me feel like I was being fucked to death. I lost count of how many times I came, my screams echoing through the suite as he pounded my pussy, my tits bouncing with every thrust. “Touch your pussy,” he’d growl, and I’d rub my swollen clit, my fingers slick with my own arousal as he fucked me senseless.

By the time he flipped me onto my stomach, my body was trembling, my voice hoarse from screaming. “Ezra,” I whimpered, barely coherent as he spread my thighs and thrust into me again. “I can’t… it’s too much…” But he didn’t stop, his cock slamming into me, each stroke pushing me closer to oblivion. My pussy was raw, oversensitive, yet still craving more, my body addicted to the way he filled me.

“You’re mine,” he growled, his hands gripping my hips as he fucked me harder, deeper. I felt like I was dying, my body pushed beyond its limits, every thrust sending me spiraling into a haze of pleasure and pain. My fingers clutched the sheets, my tits pressed into the mattress as I screamed, another orgasm building despite my exhaustion.

“Ezra!” I cried, my voice breaking as the climax hit, my pussy clenching so hard I saw stars. My body shook violently, my vision darkening as the pleasure overwhelmed me. I felt his cock pulse, his cum filling me again, and then—nothing. The world faded, my body collapsing under the weight of ecstasy, and I passed out, still impaled on his massive cock.