[Kenji Sato (MC) POV]
She dragged me to a love motel.
"Jeanne," I tried, tugging at her grip. "Look, I can explain—"
She didn't stop.
"Jeanne, seriously, calm down—"
She pulled me inside. I was relieved for half a second—surely she didn't have money—but then she pulled a thick stack of cash out of her jacket.
Arthur.
I could already hear his proud voice in my head about "providing for a lady."
"Arthur," I muttered, "I'm going to kill you."
Jeanne slapped the bills on the counter, grabbed the key card, and hauled me down the hallway.
She unlocked the door and shoved me inside.
I stumbled forward onto a giant round bed with red sheets and heart-shaped pillows. The door clicked shut behind me—locked.
This... isn't so bad.
Jeanne pulled her jacket off, then her top. She climbed onto the bed, settling over me before I could think of a single rational argument.
Her lips brushed my ear.
"I hope you're ready."
I barely had time to process her words before her lips crashed into mine.
mwah...
mmnm...
She kissed me deeply, hungrily, like she'd been waiting for this moment. Her hands moved down my chest, fingers working at my shirt. She broke the kiss just long enough to pull the fabric over my head, tossing it somewhere across the room.
Then her lips were back on mine, hotter than before. Her fingers found my belt, my pants, and she tugged them down with practiced ease. I kicked them off awkwardly while she shimmied out of her own clothes, skin pressing against skin, warmth spreading through my entire body.
I opened my mouth—to say something, anything—but she pressed a finger to my lips.
"Quiet." she whispered, her voice low.
I shut my mouth immediately.
She gave a small, satisfied smile. Then she shifted her hips, positioning herself above me.
I held my breath.
She sank down onto me, slow and deliberate.
A sharp gasp escaped my throat. Her warmth enveloped me completely, her hands braced against my chest, her eyes locked on mine.
She moved above me, slow at first, a teasing rhythm that made my head spin. Her hands pressed flat against my chest, fingers curling into my skin as she rocked her hips.
Slap...
Slap...
Slap...
The sound of our bodies meeting filled the dim room. Her breathing quickened, breaking into soft gasps that she tried to stifle.
"Ah... mmn... Kenji..."
My hands found her waist, gripping the curve of her hips, guiding her pace. She threw her head back, golden hair cascading down her spine as she rode me harder.
Squelch...
Squelch...
Wet heat gripped me with every movement, burning, perfect. The mirror on the ceiling reflected everything, but I couldn't look away from her face—the flush on her cheeks, the parted lips, the way her brow furrowed with pleasure.
"Jeanne... I'm—"
"Not yet," she breathed, cutting me off. "Not yet..."
She increased her pace, desperate now, chasing her release. Her nails raked down my chest, leaving faint red lines. The bed creaked beneath us, the headboard knocking against the wall.
Squish...
Slap...
Squish...
"Ah—ah—!"
Her body tensed. Her inner walls clenched around me, rippling, and she cried out—a sharp, broken sound as she came, shuddering above me.
Her weight collapsed forward, her forehead against my shoulder, her breath ragged and hot.
For a moment, I let myself savor the feeling. The warmth. The aftershocks tremoring through her limbs.
But I wasn't done.
I wrapped my arms around her and rolled, flipping us over in one smooth motion. She gasped, her back hitting the silk sheets, her eyes wide with surprise.
I hovered above her, my hands planted on either side of her head, my knees settling between her thighs.
Her lips parted. "You—"
"Not yet," I echoed her words back at her.
I pulled back just enough to look at her—flushed, breathless, a challenge glinting in her eyes. Then I drove forward, harder than before.
Slap...
Slap...
Slap...
Jeanne gasped, her back arching off the bed. Her nails dug into my shoulders as I pounded into her, fast and relentless. The headboard hammered against the wall, the bed groaning beneath us.
"Ah—Kenji—!"
I captured her mouth again, swallowing her cries. Our tongues tangled, hot and messy, as I kept thrusting into her. Each slam drew a muffled moan from her throat, vibrating against my lips.
Squelch...
Squish...
Slap...
She was so wet, so tight, her body gripping me like she didn't want me to leave. Her legs locked around my waist, pulling me deeper.
"Mmnmph—!"
I broke the kiss, burying my face against her neck as I pounded her into the mattress. Her breath came in sharp, desperate gasps, her body trembling beneath me.
"I'm close—" she gasped, "—right there—!"
"Me too," I grunted, driving deeper.
Her walls clenched around me, milking me, and I could feel the edge approaching, white-hot and unstoppable.
I slammed into her one final time, burying myself to the hilt. She cried out, her body convulsing, and I came with her—hot and deep, spilling inside her as shuddering waves racked us both.
We collapsed together, tangled, panting.
For a long moment, neither of us moved.
I finally lifted my head and looked down at her.
She was wrecked. Her skin glistened with sweat, her hair plastered to her forehead. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, her lips parted, her eyes half-lidded and hazy. Her body was covered in a sheen of exertion, every curve highlighted in the dim light.
I swallowed hard.
My cock twitched inside her, already stirring again.
Her eyes fluttered open, catching my gaze. A slow, knowing smile spread across her lips.
"Already?" she breathed.
I lowered my head, took her nipple into my mouth, and began to suck—lightly at first, teasing.
Mwa...
Chuu...
Jeanne let out a shaky sigh, her fingers threading through my hair as her back arched, offering more.
Chuu...
Mwa...
Jeanne let out a low moan, her back arching as she pressed herself against my mouth. Her fingers tangled deeper into my hair, pulling me closer.
"Mmnh... Kenji..."
I switched to the other breast, lavishing it with the same attention. Her skin tasted salty with sweat, warm and addictive. Her breathing quickened, her hips starting to shift restlessly beneath me.
I could feel myself growing hard again, ready for another round.
But then I glanced at the bed—the soaked sheets, the rumpled silk, the mess we'd made. My conscience poked at me.
I pulled back with a soft pop.
"We should... probably not ruin the bed anymore," I said, a little breathless.
Jeanne blinked up at me, her eyes hazy with pleasure. Then a smile spread across her face.
"The shower, then?"
I nodded.
She untangled her legs from around me, and we both slid off the bed. My legs felt shaky. Hers did too—she stumbled slightly, and I caught her hand, intertwining our fingers.
We stumbled together toward the bathroom, naked and slick with sweat. The room was steamy before we even turned on the water.
I reached in and twisted the knob.
Warm water burst from the showerhead, filling the small space with mist. I stepped in first, pulling her after me. The water cascaded over both of us, washing away the sweat and heat.
Jeanne stepped closer, pressing her body against mine. The water streamed over her golden hair, flattening it against her shoulders. Her arms wrapped around my neck.
My hands settled on her waist, pulling her flush against me.
We kissed—slow, gentle, tender.
Mwah...
Mmnm...
The water ran over our joined lips, tasting faintly of warmth. Her fingers traced down my back, light and lingering.
I let out a muffled hum against her lips as my hands slid down, gripping her ass. The wet, slick skin felt perfect under my palms, and I squeezed, pulling her closer.
Jeanne moaned into my mouth, her hips grinding against mine. I could feel myself hardening again, pressing against her thigh. She shifted slightly, reaching between us, guiding me back inside her with a smooth, practiced motion.
Slk...
We both gasped into each other's mouths as she sank down onto me, the warmth swallowing me whole. My hands flew to her waist, steadying her as she began to rock against me, slow and deep.
Squish...
Slosh...
Squish...
The water cascaded over us as we moved together, our bodies sliding slickly with each thrust. My grip tightened on her hips, pulling her closer with every roll of her hips.
"Kenji..." she breathed against my lips.
"Jeanne..."
I couldn't take it anymore. I lifted her, her legs wrapping around my waist, and pressed her back against the cool tile wall. The water splashed around us as I thrust upward, burying myself deep.
Squish...
Slap...
Squish...
Jeanne cried out, her head falling back against the tile. The new angle was deeper, tighter. I drove into her relentlessly, her body bouncing against the wall with each thrust.
Slap...
Slap...
Squelch...
Her nails raked down my back, her breath coming in sharp, desperate gasps. I buried my face in her neck, feeling every tremor run through her as I carried her against the wall, thrusting harder.
"Jeanne—I'm—"
"Me too—" she gasped, her legs tightening around my waist.
I drove into her one last time, burying myself deep as my release surged through me. She cried out, her body clenching around me, milking every last drop as we came together, shuddering against the cold tile.
For a moment, we just clung to each other, panting, the water cascading over our trembling bodies. My legs felt like jelly, and I leaned heavily against her, the wall taking most of my weight.
"You alright?" I managed, breathless.
Jeanne hummed, pressing a lazy kiss to my jaw. But then she shifted, gently pushing against my chest, guiding me backward.
"Let's sit," she murmured.
I stepped back, the shower still running, and she led me toward the toilet—the small, white one in the corner of the bathroom. I sat down, the porcelain cool against my damp skin, and she settled onto my lap, straddling me.
Her warm center hovered just above me.
Then she reached down, guided me back inside her, and sank down with a satisfied sigh.
Squish...
Jeanne moved on top of me, slow and deliberate, grinding her hips in a circle. Each motion sent sparks up my spine, and I gripped the sides of the toilet seat, knuckles white.
"Ah... Jeanne..."
She braced her hands on my shoulders, rocking back and forth. The shower continued to run in the background, the steam curling around us. Her wet skin gleamed under the bathroom light, and I couldn't stop staring at the way her body moved—like she knew exactly what she was doing.
And she did.
"You're already getting hard again," she murmured, a teasing edge in her voice.
I opened my mouth to protest, but she picked up the pace, bouncing on my lap with renewed energy.
"Ah—ah—mmn—"
I threw my head back, my hands moving to her hips. I tried to keep up, thrusting upward to meet her, but she was in control now. Her pace was relentless, her thighs slick and strong as she rode me.
Slap...
Squish...
Squelch...
"Jeanne—slow down—"
"Not yet."
She leaned forward, pressing her chest against mine, her lips brushing my ear. Her hips never stopped moving, quick and desperate.
"I want to feel you come again," she whispered.
That was all it took.
I groaned, my hands digging into her waist as the pressure exploded within me. I came with a shudder, spilling deep inside her, my whole body tensing as waves of pleasure crashed over me.
Jeanne let out a breathy moan, slowing her rhythm, riding out my release until I was completely spent beneath her.
For a long moment, neither of us moved.
She collapsed against my chest, her breathing heavy, her body limp and warm. I wrapped my arms around her, holding her close, the water still falling in the background.
"Mm..." she hummed, nuzzling against my shoulder.
We stayed like that, tangled together on the toilet, catching our breath.
Then—she shifted.
She slowly lifted herself off me, and I winced at the loss of warmth. But then she turned around, straddling me again, facing away.
Her hands found my knees for support, and I felt her reach down, guiding me back inside her.
I barely had time to react.
"Is that... okay?" she asked, glancing back at me with a smile.
I swallowed hard, my hands instinctively finding her hips.
"I think I need a minute—"
But she was already sinking down onto me again, slow and deliberate.
squish...
"You can rest later," she said softly, starting to move.
I let out a shaky breath, my head falling back as she rode me again.
Jeanne started slow, a teasing rock of her hips, letting me feel every inch of her as she moved. I gripped her waist from behind, thumbs pressing into the small of her back, watching the water droplets slide down her spine while she rode me.
"nn... ah..."
"Jeanne... you're going to make me—"
"Good."
She picked up the pace, bouncing on my lap with a wet, rhythmic slap. Her thighs worked hard, slick and powerful, and the sound of our bodies meeting filled the steamy bathroom.
Squelch...
Slap...
Squelch...
I thrust upward to meet her, desperate to match her rhythm. She braced her hands on my knees, leaning forward just slightly, and that new angle made me see stars.
"Ah—Kenji—" she gasped, her voice breaking.
I couldn't hold back anymore. I grabbed her hips and drove into her hard, pounding upward as she rode me through my release. I came with a shuddering groan, hot and deep, my body locking up as the pleasure tore through me.
Jeanne stilled above me, letting out a long, satisfied sigh as she felt me spill inside her.
For a moment, we just sat there, panting, tangled and dripping.
Then she slowly lifted herself off me, the emptiness making me wince. I slumped forward, my forehead resting against her back, completely spent.
"Mmm... I think that's enough for now," she murmured.
I didn't have the strength to answer.
Jeanne stood up, turned off the shower, and grabbed a towel. She dried herself off quickly, then turned to me with a small, amused smile.
"You look like you're about to pass out."
I mumbled something unintelligible.
She knelt down, wrapped her arms around me, and dragged me off the toilet. My legs barely supported me, but she didn't give me time to recover. She slung my arm over her shoulder and hauled me out of the bathroom, my feet dragging across the floor.
"Wait—Jeanne—"
"You need rest," she said flatly.
She pushed me onto the bed. I landed face-first in the rumpled sheets, groaning into the pillow.
I heard her climb onto the bed beside me, felt her body press against my back, her arm draping over my waist.
'Im so...tired...'
I fell into a deep, dreamless sleep, my body heavy and spent.
Then—something warm and wet pulled me back to the surface.
I stirred, groaning, my mind foggy. There was a familiar heat building low in my body, a slow, rhythmic suction drawing me upward. I blinked, my eyelids heavy, trying to piece together what was happening.
I looked down.
Jeanne was between my legs, her hair spilling over her shoulders, her lips wrapped around my shaft. Her head moved slowly, bobbing up and down, her eyes half-lidded and locked on mine.
"Jeanne—what—" I rasped, my voice thick with sleep.
She hummed around me in response, the vibration shooting straight through my core. My body betrayed me, hardening in her mouth despite my exhaustion.
"Wait—stop—I need—" I tried to push her shoulders back gently, but she didn't budge. She pressed my hips down with one hand, holding me in place, and took me deeper.
Sluuurp...
Chuu...
"Jeanne! You can't—I just came—I—"
She didn't stop. Her tongue swirled around the tip, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked harder. I groaned, throwing my head back against the pillow, my fingers twisting into the sheets.
It felt too good. My body was responding, heat pooling in my stomach.
"Please—Jeanne—I'm going to—"
But she only moved faster, her head bobbing eagerly, her free hand gently cupping me below, stroking in rhythm with her mouth.
I could feel it coming, that familiar pressure building too quickly. I reached down, trying to tug at her hair, trying to pull her away.
She resisted, doubling her efforts.
"Ah—you're going to make me—stop—!"
But she wouldn't stop. She took me all the way down, her nose brushing against my lower belly, and swallowed around me.
In my mind, one thought echoed, loud and helpless:
She won't stop sucking!!!