Chapter 52: Chapter 52
I smirked, pressing my hips harder against her. "You’re soaked and still acting like you don’t want it," I teased, grinding into her slick warmth. Her back arched instinctively, tits bouncing with the rhythm of each thrust.
Her hips bucked, trying to move against me, her body betraying her words. I leaned down, letting my lips trail along her inner thighs, tasting the slick, teasing the edges of her pussy with the tip of my tongue. She shivered violently under me.
"Shit... Evan, you’re disgusting," she muttered, sharp but breathy.
"And you love it," I said, thrusting harder. My hands slid up to her tits, kneading, pinching, slapping until they bounced with every push. Her back arched again, hips lifting into me. Her nails dug into her own skin, chest heaving, body betraying every ounce of composure she tried to maintain.
Her pussy clenched around me, walls tightening as the first orgasm hit. She screamed, juices gushing down my cock and pooling onto the towel. Her hands clutched the edges, but her voice stayed clipped, sharp: "God, you’re such a pervert."
I pressed down along her hips, grinding slowly as she trembled beneath me, shivering. My thumb brushed her clit, teasing her further while my cock stayed buried deep inside. Her thighs quivered against my chest, her ass rocking involuntarily. She gasped, half moaning, half muttering curses.
I leaned closer, licking along the inner curve of her ass, teasing the rim gently with the tip of my tongue. Her hips jerked against me, her pussy clenching uncontrollably as she rode the aftershocks of her first orgasm.
"Stop teasing me," she muttered, low, prideful, but her hips continued lifting against my movements.
I smiled, pulling back just enough to enjoy the view, then shoved forward again, fingers brushing her clit. Her walls tightened instantly, clamping around me as she came a second time, hips bucking, back arching off the table. Her hands roamed over her stomach, pressing down against her slick as if she needed to feel herself.
This oil was just... fuck. Perfect!
"You’re unbelievable," she whispered, voice sharp but breathless, "ugh... all men are the same."
"Not me," I said, smacking her ass lightly, making her jolt. "You’re mine right now."
I kept a steady rhythm, pressing my thumbs against her clit and rim, teasing the edge of her asshole again. Her ass bounced and quivered with every thrust, her body trembling under the overstimulation. The third orgasm ripped through her with force, spine arching, tits bouncing violently, body shaking from head to toe. She let out a breathless, "Fucking... bastard," half-laugh, half-curse, pride still intact.
I didn’t slow. My lips trailed down her inner thighs, tasting her wetness, teasing her asshole lightly with spit. I pressed her hands onto her own slick stomach, letting her feel every pulse and squirt. Her body convulsed, pussy clamping hard, fourth orgasm slamming through her with sharp, wet spasms. Her back arched, legs shaking on my shoulders, breath ragged, and her fingers dug into the towel beneath her.
I pressed my chest to her hips, sliding in and out, letting her squirm beneath me, teasing her clit and asshole with alternating strokes. She whimpered, prideful words falling from her lips in short bursts: "Ugh... ridiculous... how... can you make me... oh fuck. I’m gonna..."
But her body betrayed her. Her fifth orgasm hit like a storm, squirting over my cock, dripping across her stomach and the towel. Her body shook violently, tits bouncing, ass jiggling. She bit her lip, eyes half-lidded, letting out sharp, short gasps, hands dragging over her body, smearing her own fluids across her skin as she tried to maintain composure.
I didn’t stop. I pressed forward, thrusting into her slick heat, letting my lips trail along her thighs, tasting, licking, teasing her asshole lightly while my hands kneaded her breasts. Her moans escaped despite her attempts at prideful words: "God... stop it..."
I leaned closer, pressing my palm over her stomach, feeling the warmth of her juices mixing with her sweat. Her body trembled uncontrollably beneath me, and even though she kept her voice sharp and sarcastic, her shivers and clenching pussy betrayed her total submission.
Her hands wandered weakly over her slick skin, dragging her own fluids across her stomach as I pressed my hips harder into her. I groaned low in my throat, feeling my own release build.
"Fuck..." I muttered. "I’m gonna cum."
"Outside, you fucking idiot!" She yelled. "Outside!"
"Ugh... OH, FUCK. OH..."
"OUTSIDE!"
With a final, deep thrust, I pulled my cock and spilled over her stomach, thick ropes of cum mixing with sweat and her own juices. Her body shuddered under me, tits bouncing with every last pulse, ass still jiggling from my movements. I stroked out the last of it, letting it pool and shine across her skin.
She twitched under me, chest heaving, body trembling from the overload. Her voice stayed clipped, sarcastic, prideful: "You’re... disgusting."
"Maybe," I said, smirking, standing back to look at her. "But look at you... five times. Mine on top."
Her hands dragged weakly over her stomach, tracing the wet mix across her skin, body still shaking from the overstimulation. She huffed, half-laughing, half-glaring, still trying to salvage a hint of pride: "Ugh... lucky I’m too tired to punch you."
I let out a low laugh, brushing a strand of sweat-soaked hair from her face. Her body was a mess of slick, trembles, and cum, tits and ass bouncing from every movement, yet she still tried to hold herself together with her words.
I leaned down once more, trailing kisses along her thighs, pressing wet, teasing licks against her asshole, her clit, her slicked-up folds. She squirmed, hips lifting into me automatically, but only muttered, "Stop... ugh..."
I grinned, pressing my cock lightly against her folds again, feeling her clench reflexively despite her prideful tone. I ran my hands down her sides, over her stomach, across her tits, keeping her body writhing beneath me, teasing, tasting, driving her further.
Every thrust, every flick of my tongue, every press of my thumb against her clit or rim brought her closer, even as she spat sharp, sarcastic comments between gasps. Her fifth orgasm’s aftershocks still pulsed through her, her body a continuous quiver of pleasure.
I let myself enjoy the view—the way her slick clung to me, how her tits bounced, her ass jiggled, how her hands moved over herself, and how her prideful voice tried and failed to cover the ecstasy flooding her body.
Finally, I exhaled, etting her catch her breath, cock still slick with her juices, standing above her trembling, soaked form.
Even then, she whispered, breathless, pride still barely intact: "You... you’re insane."
I smirked, leaning back to admire the aftermath. "Maybe," I said softly. "But you’d never admit you liked it."
Her nails scraped the towel lightly as she adjusted, still trembling from overstimulation, sweat and slick dripping from every curve, hair stuck to her forehead. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, back still arched slightly from the intensity of it all. She let out a short laugh, sharp and prideful: "Fuck you."
I chuckled. "That’s the plan, no?"
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Sexual Activity Completed
Partner: Kayla
EXP Gained: +10
Star Rating: 1.1 ★
Reason: Performance Assist Detected
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My cock throbbed with life. Fuck... was that Libido skill? All the points I dumped into it finally coming into play. Every nerve in my body screamed with hunger.
I grabbed her face and kissed her, hard. She stiffened at first, but then exhaled, lips parting just enough to let me in. Her breath spilled against mine, hot, shaky, tasting like sweat and faint sweetness. My tongue slid over hers, messy, wet, my cock twitching like crazy against her thigh.
I broke away only to drop my mouth lower, sucking on her tits like a man starved. The heat of her skin filled my mouth, my teeth scraping across her nipple while I groaned into her chest. She gasped, fingers twitching against the table, but her words came out sharp.
"Jesus... you’re like an animal. Calm down."
"Can’t," I muttered against her skin, squeezing her tits hard, letting them spill between my fingers.
I shifted her, guiding her onto her side. She braced on her right elbow, ass jutting slightly to the side. Perfect. I kissed the swell of her ass, biting it just enough to make her yelp, then soothed it with another wet kiss. Her skin tasted salty with sweat, smooth but firm under my teeth.
I spread her cheeks slowly, exposing her tight rim, and without hesitation, I leaned in and licked.
"Stop it!" she snapped, voice sharp, but shaky. "It’s dirty!"
"I don’t care," I breathed against her, licking again, dragging my tongue up and down, circling that tight spot while my hands gripped her thick hips. My cock throbbed against her thigh, dripping precum.
I kissed up her back, her shoulder, and finally her lips again, pushing my tongue into her mouth, groaning against her. "You taste so fucking good."