Make me yours +18

Mel was already fully turned on, each kiss from Elliot making her burn hotter. Her shaky but determined hands began to move downward, letting go of their grip on his shoulders to slide down his torso. Her fingers traced the firm contours of his chest, slowly moving down his abdomen until she reached his crotch, where she felt him hard, throbbing, ready.

Elliot let out a husky growl, a guttural sound that echoed in the heavy basement air as Mel's hands firmly gripped the bulge in his pants. "Fuck, Mel..." he murmured against her neck, his warm breath sending shivers down her spine that made her moan. "Do you know what you're doing?"

"I want to feel you..." she whispered, her voice low, almost a gasp, as her fingers began to trace slow, teasing circles over the fabric that barely contained Elliot's hardness.

He couldn't hold back any longer. His lips left her neck, only to seek her mouth again, devouring her with a hunger that left her breathless. At the same time, his hands moved down her back, grabbing that large, delicious ass that kept tempting his senses. He squeezed hard, kneading the soft flesh as Mel arched into him, pressing her body closer, seeking more contact, more friction.

"Fuck, you have an ass that drives me crazy," Elliot growled, as his fingers moved to sneak under the thin fabric of her pants. Mel's bare skin against his hands made his head spin, and he began to caress her more intensely, tracing hot lines all over her ass, squeezing, exploring. "Do you know how many times I've wanted to do this? Squeeze you until you can't breathe. Fuck, Mel, you're perfect."

Mel let out a muffled moan, biting her lip as her own hands continued to explore him. With one bold move, she unbuckled his belt and pulled down his zipper, letting his erection spring free. The thickness and rigidity left her gaping for a second before her fingers wrapped around him, squeezing, feeling the heat and pulse beneath her palm. "You're huge…" she murmured, her words a breathy moan.

"And I'm going to fuck you until you can't walk, precious," Elliot promised, his voice a low growl laden with lust. His hands left Mel's ass only to grab the hem of her shirt and pull it off in one determined move, leaving her in her bra. His gaze raked over her body, devouring her with his eyes. "You're a fucking sin, Mel. Everything about you begs me to fuck you until you scream my name."

Mel gasped, her skin heating up under Elliot's hungry gaze. "So do it," he said, his voice laden with desire, his fingers tightening around his member, moving slowly, teasing him. "Break me. Make me yours."

Elliot needed no further invitation. In one fluid movement, he pushed her back against the couch, pulling her on top of him as his lips captured hers again. This time, the kiss wasn't gentle or considerate; it was ravenous, filled with tongue, teeth, and pure animal need. His hand moved to her breast, effortlessly ripping her bra free, freeing her breasts. He took them in both hands, kneading them hard, pinching her nipples until she arched her back with a cry of pleasure.

"That's it," Elliot growled as he lowered his mouth to her breasts, sucking, biting, leaving red marks on the sensitive skin. "I'm going to make you cum with just my mouth."

"Elliot!" Mel cried, her voice cracking, her hips moving against his body, seeking more friction, more contact. But he wasn't going to let her dictate the pace. His hands came down quickly, stripping her of her pants and underwear in one motion. She was completely naked beneath him now, her pussy soaked and ready, dripping against the couch.

"Fuck, look how wet you are," Elliot said, his eyes locked on the sight of her glistening wetness, the folds of her sex swollen with desire. "Is this all for me, Mel? Are you that slutty for me?"

She could only moan in response, her hands gripping the couch as she watched him lower his head. When Elliot's tongue touched her clit for the first time, Mel cried out, her body shuddering violently. He didn't stop, sucking hard as his fingers slid inside her, stretching her, preparing her for what was coming.

"That's it, Mel," he murmured against her pussy, his tongue moving in quick, precise circles that made her shiver. "Scream. I want to hear you beg me to fuck you."

"Elliot! Please…" Mel could barely speak, her voice broken by moans. "Fuck me. I need you inside her… now."

Elliot smiled against her flesh before he stood up, his face glistening with her juices. "You're going to beg me some more before I give it to you, precious." His erection was ready, throbbing, and as he lined it up against her entrance, his eyes never left hers, enjoying how her body trembled in anticipation.

"Get ready, Mel," he murmured, as he began to thrust. "Because I'm going to give you everything you've got."

Elliot positioned the tip of his cock against Mel's soaked entrance, his head brushing against the slick folds as his eyes locked on hers, dark and lust-filled. "Fuck, Mel… you're so fucking wet," he murmured, his voice low and husky. Slowly, he began to thrust, his thickness stretching her inch by inch, making her moan loud and clear.

Mel clung to Elliot's shoulders, her nails scratching at his skin as her body shook from the invasion. "You're so big, Elliot!" she gasped, her breathing ragged. Her pussy throbbed around his massive cock, slowly adjusting to the size that filled her like never before. Every inch he pushed in seemed to draw a new, louder, more desperate moan from her.

"You feel it, don't you?" Elliot growled, leaning down to catch one of her nipples in his mouth. He sucked hard, his tongue playing with the hardened tip as one of his hands gripped the other breast, kneading it firmly. "Your pussy is made for me. Not for Owen, not for anyone else. Just for me."

Mel let out a gasp, her hips instinctively moving to take more of him in. "Yes, yes, just for you!" she moaned, her words laced with gasps. One of his hands reached down between their bodies, finding her clit, swollen and sensitive. She began rubbing him in quick, circular motions, intensifying each sensation.

Elliot watched her, his eyes fixed on how her fingers moved frantically over his own swollen button. "You're such a fucking whore, Mel," he said with a wicked grin, his voice laced with mockery. "Rubbing yourself while I fill you with my cock. Does that turn you on? Knowing you're betraying that asshole Owen?"

"Yes, yes, I love it!" Mel confessed shamelessly, her words coming out broken by moans. "I love being yours, I love you fucking me like this while he has no idea. It's so fucking good!"

Elliot began to move, slowly at first, pulling out almost his entire length before thrusting back into her firmly. His cock slid in easily thanks to how wet she was, each thrust drawing a louder moan from her than the last. "That's it, Mel. Scream for me. Let everyone know what a slut you are."

Elliot's dirty words only turned her on more. Her hands gripped his hair, pulling lightly as her body arched beneath him. "God, Elliot, harder!" she gasped, her nails digging into his back. "Fuck, I want more, fuck me like the slut I am!"

Elliot complied, picking up the pace, his hips slamming into hers hard. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the room along with their moans. His free hand moved down to join Mel's, helping her rub her clit as his mouth captured one of her nipples again, sucking, biting, leaving marks that would take days to fade.

"Fuck, Mel, you're so tight..." he growled, his voice a deep echo of his lust as his movements became more erratic. His cock buried itself in her all the way, touching places Mel had never felt before. "I'm going to make you cum so hard you're not going to want to think about Owen again."

"Elliot, yes, yes, please!" Mel screamed, her body convulsing as the mixture of his cock filling her, her clit being rubbed frantically, and her nipples being tortured by his mouth drove her over the edge. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum!"

"Cum for me, whore," Elliot growled, his eyes locking onto hers as his pace reached its peak. "I want you to show me how fucking good you are for me."

With a heart-wrenching cry, Mel let herself go, her body arching violently as her orgasm ripped through her. Her pussy squeezed Elliot so hard she almost took him with her, and her nails left marks on his skin as her mind clouded, forgetting everything but the overwhelming pleasure.

Elliot continued to move, his thrusts now deeper, more intense. "That's it, Mel, cum for me, wet my cock," she gasped, her own hips moving frantically as she sought her release.

"Yes, Elliot, fill me, fuck me, make me yours completely!" she cried out, her hands desperately clinging to him as her body shook with the last vestiges of her orgasm.

Elliot leaned into her, capturing her mouth in a rough, hungry kiss as his movements became more erratic. "I'm going to fill you," he growled against her lips. "I'm going to make you feel my cum inside you every time you think about Owen."

"Do it!" Mel gasped, her legs wrapping around his waist, drawing him deeper. "Fill my pussy, Elliot, make it yours!"

With a final grunt, Elliot pushed all the way in, his body tensing as he spilled inside her, hot and plentiful. The heat of his release made Mel moan again, her body shuddering as she felt every pulse.

They both stood still for a moment, their bodies still entwined, breathing heavily as sweat coated their skin. Mel slowly opened her eyes, meeting Elliot's gaze, and a mischievous smile curved her lips. "Fuck, Elliot... I don't think I can stop doing this to you anymore."

"I hope so," he replied, leaning in to kiss her softly before adding with a cocky grin, "Because you're already mine."

Elliot and Mel made themselves comfortable on the narrow couch, their naked bodies still glistening with sweat from their encounter. The air was thick with the scent of sex, and their breathing was still heavy, mingling in the silence of the basement. She rested one leg over him, her warm thigh pressing against Elliot's still semi-erect cock, which throbbed slightly under her touch.

Mel traced small circles with her fingers on his chest, her head resting in the crook of his shoulder as a satisfied smile played on her lips. "Do you know how long I've wanted this?" Elliot murmured, his dark eyes fixed on her, his voice laden with a mix of satisfaction and something deeper.

She let out a soft laugh, which seemed to light up the dimness of the basement. "You're a fool," he replied, but his tone held no reproach, just a hint of amusement and fondness.

Elliot let his hand wander lazily down the curve of her back, his fingers tracing invisible lines that made her shiver slightly even in her exhaustion. "Fool or not, here we are," he murmured, a cocky smile playing on his lips. "And now you're mine, Mel. Mine, and no one else's."

She didn't respond, but the slight sigh that escaped her lips was enough for him to know she understood, accepted him. As her breathing slowed, Mel began to relax, her eyes slowly closing until she finally fell asleep in his arms.

Elliot watched her, her chest rising and falling rhythmically, her hair tangled, and her body completely surrendered against his. She was perfect, his, and he couldn't help the feeling of triumph that washed over him. He'd wanted this from the moment he saw her, since this damned world had stolen everything from them but desire, and now she was here, her pussy still wet and soaked with his cum.

With a satisfied smile, he caressed her face, letting his fingers brush her cheek, her jaw, before moving down to trace the curve of her collarbone. "Mine," he murmured softly, almost like a sacred declaration.

Owen never stood a chance. Mel was no longer his girlfriend, his partner, or even his ally. She was Elliot's, and he wasn't going to let anyone change that. For the first time in a long time, something in this broken world seemed to be going right.

Elliot settled back onto the couch, Mel fast asleep against his chest, her warmth and calm breathing enveloping him in a bubble of calm he hadn't felt in years. His hand continued to slide lazily down her bare back, enjoying the softness of her skin, how her body still seemed to vibrate with the echoes of their encounter.

A satisfied smile appeared on his lips as he let his head fall back, closing his eyes slowly, willing to let exhaustion wash over him. However, just as he was about to give in to sleep, a sudden flash lit up the air in front of him, causing his body to immediately tense up.

A translucent window appeared out of nowhere, floating in the air just inches from his face. Its dim light contrasted with the darkness of the basement, and on it was a message written with eerie clarity:

[Congratulations, Elliot. You have unlocked your survival system.]

"What the fuck?" he muttered, his voice barely a growl as his eyes squinted, trying to make sense of what he was seeing.

The flash from the window didn't disturb Mel, who was still fast asleep against him, oblivious to what had just happened. But Elliot couldn't look away from the words that seemed etched in the air. He tried to move a hand to touch it, but the message remained still, as if daring him to question its existence.

"This has to be a fucking joke," he muttered to himself, his mind still caught between disbelief and exhaustion.

The window stood there, unchanging, as if waiting for something from him. Elliot let out a low sigh, his jaw clenched as he stared at the message for a long moment. Finally, he let his head fall back again, a tight grimace on his face. "Fucking fucking world…" he muttered, closing his eyes as if to ignore the intrusion.

End of Chapter 5.