She climbed onto the bed slowly, deliberately, like a predator stalking prey. Her eyes locked on mine the entire time, that hunger from before burning even hotter now.
I was already hard. Had been before she dropped that towel. My cock was practically begging for her attention.
She straddled my legs, settling her weight on top of me. I could feel the heat of her pussy against my shaft, slick and warm even though we'd just finished.
Her thighs pressed against mine, firm and toned from whatever the hell she did to stay in that kind of shape.
"Round two already?" she murmured, leaning down until her face was inches from mine. "You recover fast, bar boy."
"Blame your sexy body," I said, my hands finding her waist, sliding up to grip her ass.
She laughed—low, throaty—and closed the distance between us.
Her lips crashed into mine, and I kissed her back just as hard.
Her tongue pushed into my mouth, aggressive and demanding, and I met it with my own. She tasted like mint toothpaste now, fresh and clean, but underneath it was still that edge of her—sharp, intense.
Her hands slid up my chest, nails dragging lightly over my abs, my pecs. I felt her ass start to move.
Grinding.
Slow at first. She rolled her body against mine, her slick pussy sliding along the underside of my cock. Not taking me in. Just... teasing, rubbing all over it. The friction was maddening... but her pussy juices were slowly coming to the rescue.
I groaned into her mouth, my grip on her ass tightening.
She pulled back just enough to smirk at me, her lips hovering over mine. "You like that?"
"Keep going and find out," I muttered, my voice rough.
She did.
Her ass rolled again, slower this time, dragging her wet folds along my shaft.
I could feel how soaked she was already, the slickness coating my cock as she ground against me. Every movement sent a spike of heat through me... same for her.
But she didn't let me in.
Just kept grinding. Edging me more and more.
Her breathing got heavier. Her chest rose and fell against mine, those perky tits pressing into me with every breath. I could feel her nipples, hard and peaked, brushing against my skin.
I slid my hands up her sides, over her ribs, until I cupped her tits in my palms. Perfect handfuls.
She moaned into my mouth, her hips stuttering for just a second before she picked up the pace again.
I squeezed, kneading the soft flesh, my thumbs brushing over her nipples. She gasped, breaking the kiss to throw her head back, blonde hair spilling down her shoulders.
"Fuck," she breathed, her accent thicker now. "Yes—touch me—"
I did.
Harder this time. Rolling her nipples between my fingers, pinching lightly, just enough to make her gasp again. Her hips ground down harder against my cock, that slick heat dragging along me in slow, torturous strokes.
She leaned down again, capturing my mouth in another kiss. This one was messier. Her tongue tangled with mine as she rocked against me, grinding her clit against the ridge of my cock with every roll of her hips.
I could feel her getting wetter. Hotter. The slickness between us is growing with every pass.
"Rex," she whispered against my lips, her voice breathless. "Give it to me."
I didn't need to be told twice.
I flipped her.
One smooth motion—my hands gripping her hips, rolling her onto her back while I moved on top. She let out a surprised laugh that turned into a moan as I settled between her thighs, my cock pressed against her entrance, but not inside yet.
Not yet.
I wanted to make her beg for it.
I propped myself up on one elbow, looking down at her. Her blonde hair was spread out on the pillow, messy and wild. Her lips parted slightly as she panted. Her eyes stared up at me, half-lidded and hazy with lust.
She was beautiful.
I reached down between us, wrapping my hand around my cock, guiding the head to her entrance. I rubbed it along her slit—slow, teasing circles over her clit that made her hips jerk upward.
"Rex," she whimpered, her hands gripping my shoulders. "Stop teasing—"
I didn't stop.
I dragged the head of my cock down to her entrance, pressing just barely inside—just the tip—before pulling back and rubbing it over her clit again.
"Fuck," she gasped, her nails digging into my skin. "Just—please—give it to me—plea—!!"
That's when I thrust my cock deep into her pussy.
All the way to the hilt in one smooth stroke.
"Fuck!" she cried out, her back arching off the bed, her pussy clenching tight around my cock.
I groaned, my head dropping to her shoulder as I felt her heat swallow me whole. =
She was tight, wet, and honestly... perfect.
I didn't move for a second. Just let her adjust. Let myself adjust.
The feeling of being inside her again was almost too much—her walls squeezing me, pulsing, gripping every inch of my cock like she didn't want to let go.
Then I started moving.
Slow deep strokes that pulled almost all the way out before slamming back in. Her hips rose to meet me every time.
"Yes—yes—just like that—" she moaned, her voice breaking with every thrust.
I picked up the pace. The bed creaked beneath us, the headboard tapping against the wall with every slam.
Her tits bounced with every thrust, those hard pink nipples begging for attention.
I reached up, grabbing both of them, squeezing hard. She cried out, her pussy clenching around me in response.
Then I did something I'd been thinking about since the first round.
I pinched her nipples between my fingers and pulled.
Upward.
Not hard enough to hurt—just enough to stretch them, to make her feel it.
"Oh—fuck—yes—" she moaned, her voice pitching higher, louder. Her hands flew up to grip the sheets, knuckles white as her body arched into the touch.
DING!... Get lost, system.
I pulled again, tugging her nipples upward as I thrust into her, and the sound she made was almost obscene. A high, keening moan that told me I'd hit exactly the right spot.
Her pussy clenched around me, pulsing, squeezing so tight I almost lost it right there.
But I held on.
I kept thrusting. Kept pulling. Watching her face twist with pleasure, her mouth falling open, her eyes squeezing shut.
Then I had another idea.
I let go of one nipple and brought my hand up to her mouth.
Two fingers.
I pressed them against her lips, and she didn't hesitate.
Her mouth opened, her tongue darting out to lick the tips before she took them inside. Her lips wrapped around my fingers, sucking them deep, her tongue swirling around them like she was worshipping them.
"Fuck," I groaned, my cock slamming into her harder. "That's it—get them wet—"
She moaned around my fingers, her eyes fluttering open to meet mine. The look in them was pure need.
She sucked harder, her cheeks hollowing, her tongue working my fingers like she was trying to prove something.
I pulled them out with a wet pop, slick with her spit, and brought them down to her other nipple. I pinched it—wet now, slippery—and twisted.
"Fuck—yes—Rex—" she cried out, her voice cracking, her whole body shaking beneath me.
Her pussy clenched again, tighter than before, and I knew she was close.
I could feel it in the way her walls fluttered around me. In the way her breathing turned ragged. In the way her nails raked down my back.
I leaned down, capturing her mouth in a bruising kiss, swallowing her moans as I pounded into her. The wet slap of skin on skin filled the room.
"Cum for me," I growled against her lips. "Let me feel it."
She broke.
Her whole body went taut, her back arching off the bed, her pussy clamping down on my cock so hard.
"Fuck—fuck—Rex—I'm—" Her words dissolved into a wordless cry, her voice high and desperate as her orgasm tore through her.
"Fuck—" I groaned, making it evident that I too was about to cum. Then she whimpered,
"Inside! I want all your load in my pussy! Cum with me!"
I felt it. Every pulse and every squeeze. Her walls milking my cock, trying to drag me over the edge with her.
And I let it.
I thrust into her one last time, burying myself as deep as I could go, and came hard.
Her whole body shuddered as I spilled inside her, rope after rope of cum filling her up.
Her pussy clenched around me, squeezing out every last drop, her body still trembling beneath mine.
For a moment, we just stayed like that.
Then I collapsed on top of her, my weight pressing her into the mattress, my face buried in the crook of her neck.
She laughed—breathless, shaky—and wrapped her arms around me.
"Da," she whispered, her accent thick and lazy. "That was sooo fucking good."
I huffed a laugh against her skin. "Just good?"
She smacked my shoulder weakly. "Very good, you bastard."
I grinned, rolling off her and onto my back beside her. My chest was still heaving, my heart pounding in my ears.
She turned her head to look at me, that satisfied smirk back on her face.
"You are a naughty trouble, Rex Thrustmore."
"And who took this trouble inside her?" I shot back.
She laughed again, softer this time, and closed her eyes.
We lay there in silence for a few minutes, the only sound our breathing slowly evening out. I was not tired at all, thanks to the new skill.
Then she spoke again, quieter now.
"You should go. Before I decide, I need round three."
I glanced at her. "Is that a threat or an invitation?"
"Both. But I am sore now, so not today at the very least."
I chuckled, sitting up and swinging my legs over the side of the bed. My clothes were scattered on the floor—jeans, shirt, boxers—and I started pulling them on, my body still buzzing from the high.
Yelena stayed on the bed, sprawled out naked, watching me with lazy eyes.
"Wanna have some fun another day?" she asked.
I paused, glancing back at her. "Maybe. If you bribe my boss again."
She grinned. "I will keep that in mind."
I finished dressing, grabbed my jacket, and headed for the door.
As I stepped out into the cool night air, I remembered the system notification that was still waiting for me to check. I'd check it when I got home.
Right now, I just wanted to walk.
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