Chapter 231- Jake is Watching!?
Her breasts swung hard beneath her, nipples scraping the sheets, the friction mixing with the deep, overwhelming fullness until her body couldn’t separate pleasure from the edge of pain.
"Hngh~! Ounh~!! A—Anhh~!!"
She could feel him everywhere.
That long, thick thing inside her — filling something she hadn’t known was hollow — she didn’t have a word for it, not a clean one, just the sensation of being too full and needing more of it at the same time, her insides gripping around him like her body had made a decision without consulting her.
He grabbed her other wrist, using both arms like reins, and started pounding her in earnest — deep, relentless, the rhythm finding its pace with the wet, obscene slick sounds of her pussy swallowing him greedily on every stroke.
PAH! PAH! PAH!
"Mngh~!! Ugh— Unghh~!! HNN~!!"
The bed creaked hard beneath them, the headboard knocking once against the wall as his pace locked in — deep, punishing, each thrust rocking her forward so her face buried into the pillow, muffling the sounds she couldn’t stop making.
Her ass rippled with every impact, the flesh of it red-warm from the repeated slap of his hips, her cheeks spreading wide with each forward drive, and she could feel his balls swinging forward to tap her clit on the deepest strokes.
"Wait — it’s too sudden—" she gasped into the pillow, voice wrecked and breathless, still trying to form sentences while her hips pushed back traitorously to meet him. "Let’s — oh god — date first — I’m soft, I —"
She wasn’t even sure what she was asking for anymore.
All she knew was the sound of it — the wet slap, the creak, his breathing going rough above her — and the stretch that wouldn’t stop, that just kept rebuilding even as she tried to breathe through it.
"Just let me enjoy you first," he grunted, never breaking rhythm, hips snapping forward with short, deep, wet cracks. "Then I’ll tell you what to do."
PAH! PAH! PAAAH!
The last one drove deep — so deep she screamed into the pillow, the sound muffled to a broken squeal, her fingers clawing at the sheets.
"Hiieek~!! M— ngh— AAHHNN~!!"
Her thighs were already shaking.
She could feel it building again — that horrible, wonderful coiling pressure, the same one that had shattered her the first time, but bigger now, fed by the fullness and the relentless pace and the humiliating, perfect knowledge of whose hands were gripping her hips.
"Just slow down or I’ll — I’ll —"
Her back arched sharply, thighs clamping inward, and she came — broken and loud and completely helpless, squirting hard around his cock in hot rhythmic gushes that soaked his balls and flooded the sheets beneath her and didn’t stop.
Cruxius chuckled darkly, never missing a single beat, fucking her straight through it — through every clench and shudder and gush, his hips never slowing, drawing out the orgasm until she was sobbing into the pillow with overstimulation.
"You are literally a bitch," he said, his voice rough with pleasure, not an insult so much as a verdict.
PAH! PAH!
"Ngh— a— aaanhh~!! Unhh~!!"
He leaned over her back like a dog mounting its mate, one large hand sliding around to grip her swinging breast — rough, possessive, using it as a handle — the soft flesh crushing and spilling between his fingers as her nipple poked hard against his palm, oversensitive and raw.
His other hand tilted her tear-streaked face toward him by the jaw.
He kissed her — deep and filthy, tongue sliding into her open, moaning mouth mid-thrust — swallowing every sound she made, her broken "mmph—hnng—" vibrating against his lips as he kept moving inside her.
She couldn’t breathe and she didn’t want to.
His tongue was in her mouth and his cock was splitting her open and both her nipples were leaking with the rough handling and somewhere in the burning mess of it she thought — this is what Thalia has — this is what I wanted — and the shame of that thought made her clench around him so hard she felt him groan against her lips.
When he finally broke the kiss, pulling back just enough to let air in, her eyes were glassy and tear-bright, cheeks flushed dark, lips swollen and wet.
PAH! PAH! PAH!
"Mm— Ungh~!! Oungh~!! Haanh~!!"
"Come on," he growled against her lips, hips still driving deep and steady, breath hot on her face. "Don’t you enjoy it?"
She tried to answer. Her voice came out in pieces — small, wrecked, trembling with overstimulation, her body jiggling and bouncing with every powerful thrust.
"But it’s too soon..."
He grinned against her mouth — slow and warm and deeply, unbearably smug.
"I’m a playboy after all."
He was.
She couldn’t argue with that.
She couldn’t argue with anything — not with his cock buried that deep, not with her body lit up from the inside like this, not with his thumb now rolling her nipple between his fingers while his tongue traced her lower lip.
"Yeah..." she whispered, her voice soft and dazed, almost dreamy, another moan slipping free between her teeth. "Yeah, you are."
PAH! PAH! PAAAH!
"Aanh~!! Mm— HIEK~!! AAANGHH~~!!"
He kissed her again — deeper, hungrier, one hand fisting into her hair and tilting her head back at the angle he wanted — and she let him, fully, every last protest dissolved into the wet slapping rhythm of their bodies, the bed creaking steadily beneath them.
Her mind had stopped keeping score.
He kissed her again — deeper, hungrier, one hand fisted in her hair, tilting her head exactly how he wanted while his cock kept driving into her with that wet, relentless rhythm. Jenny melted into it, moaning softly into his mouth, her body loose and greedy after the second orgasm had wrecked her.
Then Cruxius’s eyes flicked open, just a fraction, and caught movement beyond the big bedroom window.
Outside, under the streetlight, Jake stood beside his parked car. Arms crossed. Staring straight up at the glass like he’d come to pick her up for a date and found something he couldn’t look away from. His face was tight, jaw locked.
Cruxius’s smirk bloomed slow and filthy against Jenny’s lips.
He didn’t stop kissing her. He just changed the game.
In one smooth, powerful motion he sat back on his heels, hooked both arms under her thighs, and stood up. Jenny’s eyes flew wide.
"What are you doing—?" she gasped, the words half-moan as gravity pulled her down onto his cock.
He lifted her like she weighed nothing, spearing her deep in a single thrust. Her back slammed against his chest, full breasts bouncing hard, nipples stiff and aching. His thick shaft stretched her open again, buried to the hilt while he was still standing. She cried out, legs kicking uselessly in the air for half a second before they wrapped instinctively around nothing — just dangling as he held her.
He started walking.
Straight toward the window.
Every step drove his cock up into her with a wet, obscene slap. Her pussy clenched around him helplessly, slick sounds echoing in the quiet room.
"N-nothing," he murmured against her ear, voice low and amused, lips brushing her neck as he sucked a fresh bruise into the soft skin there. "Just want to show someone else exactly how much of a bitch you are."
Jenny’s head snapped toward the glass.
Through the window she saw Jake — frozen mid-step on the sidewalk, eyes locked on them, mouth slightly open.
Her whole body jolted like she’d been shocked.
"!"
"N-NO—?!" she choked out, voice cracking high and panicked, hands flying back to claw at Cruxius’s forearms. "Cruxius— Jake— he’s right there— put me down— oh god—!"