Chapter 39 - Foreplay to Sleep (2)
"W-wait, stop..." she gasped, each grind making her body twitch, her face burn. Her pussy clenched from the friction, each movement drawing more heat, more shame.
"Hhh... it’s punishment," Cruxius muttered, almost to himself, voice rough, like he was trying to stay in control.
Her thighs were like silk, soft but firm around him, holding his shaft perfectly. The feel of her, the heat, the little trembles... it was maddening. Fucking perfect.
His cock throbbed hard, dragging back and forth, the tip catching against the soaked cloth of her panties, flicking her clit just enough to make her inhale sharply, her nails digging into his shoulders like she didn’t know what else to hold onto.
"S-stop..." Thalia whimpered again, but her hips moved, a small jerk—instinctive. Her thighs squeezed tighter like they were trying to hold him in place.
She hated it. The warmth building in her belly, the emptiness that screamed to be filled. Her pussy ached, desperate and soaking wet, throbbing with every pass of his cock just outside, so close it hurt.
Her panties clung to her like a second skin, every ridge of her folds showing, and every grind made her jump slightly, sparks of unbearable, shameful pleasure lighting her nerves on fire.
His hands squeezed her harder, pulling her even closer as his pace increased. The sound—wet skin slapping softly—filled the room, mixing with their broken breaths.
She smelled like lust, like heat and musk, and he was drowning in it. His cock throbbed, smearing precum on her thighs—and that’s when he knew.
He needed to slow down before he ruined everything.
Or maybe... ruin her first.