Chapter 232 - Jake watching Jenny Ahegoo?
Cruxius didn’t even slow down.
If anything, he drove deeper — one hand hooked under her left thigh, fingers biting into the soft meat of it, wrenching her leg upward, spreading her wider — and the other braced flat against the cool glass of the window as he pinned her there, her full weight sandwiched between two hundred pounds of him and the cold resistance of the pane.
Jenny’s hands slapped forward against the window on instinct, palms squeaking across the glass as her whole body lurched with the next thrust.
Her heavy breasts mashed into the cold surface immediately — the contrast of it hitting her nipples like a slap — the dark, bitten peaks pressing flat and dragging with every rock of her body, leaving faint, brief fog-prints on the glass from the heat coming off her skin.
PAH!
"HIEK—!!"
The cold was everywhere.
Glass against her nipples, air across her back, and him — burning, enormous, buried so impossibly deep that every thrust drove the breath straight out of her in short, broken bursts she couldn’t control — and she could see Jake.
She could see Jake right there.
He had arrived here while clearing his sweat, saying how he does that, taking a breath as he turned towards the house. He has been coming and going around before breathing as he clicked his tongue, recalling how his father’s death had led for him to actually go insane. And naturally, he don’t know what to do except for coming here to Jenny to actually understand or get some emotional support. He swiftly moved towards the nearby railing before climbed it, gasping before looked with a smile and said, Jenny, before his eyes widened.
So how like a frog sticking to the glass window, Jenny’s tongue was out with an eyeball expression while her pussy was squirting juices on the window or the glass like a dog peeing herself while from behind, Cruxius was banging her, fucking so hard as she was crying even through the glass, it was audible a bit, making the guy who was watching his mouth twitch.
He was standing under the streetlight with his arms dropped at his sides, head tilted upward, the expression on his face in the process of rearranging itself from something soft into something unreadable.
Jenny’s cheek was pressed against the window, her tongue touching glass from the force of the thrust behind her, one eye wide and glassy and locked on the man outside while the other streamed with tears.
PAH! PAH!
Her pussy clenched so hard around Cruxius’s cock her own legs shook — not from the cold, not from the shame of it — from the horrible, traitorous pleasure of it, the stretch and the depth and the relentless pace punching through every wall her conscience had tried to build.
"Oungh~!! Nnmm— AANH~!!"
"As I said." Cruxius’s voice was low, unhurried, his breath warm and close against the back of her neck while the rest of her was frozen against glass. "You need it."
He drove forward — slow, deliberate, maximising every inch of depth while his eyes tracked the figure in the street below with the dispassionate interest of a man who has already won and is simply enjoying the documentation.
"Rather." His hips snapped hard. "This is the only thing that can make me aroused."
PAAAH!
Her forehead cracked softly against the glass as her whole body bucked.
"AAANGHH~!!" — the sound tore out of her in full, loud, completely uncontained, the glass doing almost nothing to muffle it, her breath fogging a wide oval on the pane as she screamed into it.
She was going to die.
Not from this — not from his cock or the cold glass or the overstimulation turning her legs to liquid — but from Jake’s face, from the way he was standing there with his arms at his sides like his body didn’t know what to do with what his eyes were sending it.
Part of her — the small, awful, very honest part — felt something release low in her belly that had nothing to do with fear.
PAH! PAH! PAH!
Cruxius gripped her thigh harder, hoisting it higher against the glass, changing the angle so her pussy opened wider around his cock, the obscene wet sound of it audible even over the slap of his hips against her ass.
Her nipples were scraped raw from the glass — cold, then numb, then sparking with a heat that made her bite her lip and leak tears she wasn’t fully accountable for anymore. Her whole body jiggling, her nipples scraping against the window, while Jenny cried, moaning loudly as she could see her ex-fiancee outside, while Cruxius fucked her harder.
"Hngh~!! Mm— Unhh~!! H—HAANH~!!"
Below the window, Jake’s expression had fully arrived at its destination.
He stood absolutely still for one long second — jaw locked, the colour going out of his face — before he swallowed, blinked, and said quietly: "No."
Then louder. "No — no, it’s — impossible."
Everything flashed in front of him in the way bad things do — Jenny’s number in his phone, the way she’d said his name the last time they’d spoken, his father’s funeral three days ago and the hollow, unbearable quiet of the house afterward, and the reason he was standing here under this streetlight at this hour in the first place.
He’d come here because he needed her.
He always came here when the weight got too heavy.
Inside the window, Cruxius chuckled — the sound quiet and deeply self-satisfied — and his free hand slid around the front of Jenny’s body, gripping her left breast from below, fingers spreading across the full, heavy weight of it as his eyes found Jake’s through the glass with surgical precision. Cruxius chuckled, his hand gripping boobs of Jenny before tilting her in a way, sucking her boob with his eyes meeting Jake as he plunged his cock, increasing the speed as pounded her so hard that she started to scream in pain.
He tilted his head slightly.
Held the man’s gaze.
Then drove his cock home in one long, grinding thrust — slow enough to be deliberate, deep enough to be unmistakable — while his thumb rolled Jenny’s nipple against the cold glass and she let out a sound that wasn’t a word anymore.
PAAAH!
"AAHH—!! S—stop— Cruxius— he’s— AAANGHH~!!"
She couldn’t stop.
That was the worst of it — she could feel herself clenching around him while she was still crying about Jake watching, her body treating the shame as fuel, adding it to everything else already burning, her pussy dripping down the inside of the glass in thin, hot rivulets.
Like a dog.
She knew exactly what it looked like.
Jake saw it.
The thin, clear streaks running down the outside of the glass — faint, unmistakable in the streetlight — and Jenny pressed to it from the inside like something boneless, her tongue just visible at the corner of her open mouth, her eyes shot wide and glassy and locked on him with an expression that was not asking to be saved.
He shook himself.
Grabbed the nearest railing. Hauled himself up, hand over hand, gym calluses scraping iron, chest heaving by the time his head cleared the level of the windowsill.
"Jenny—" he started, the word still warm in his mouth.