Chapter 127: ....Done?(1)(R18+)
Steve hadn’t planned on saying anything—his reply came through touch. One hand remained locked around her thigh, holding her steady, but the other slid upward with deliberate intent.
His fingers curved around the fullness of her breast, squeezing gently, feeling the warm weight of her flesh against his palm. Her skin was soft, almost feverish, and as he thrust his cock into her, the motion made her body ripple—her breast bouncing rhythmically with each rise and fall.
She was trembling around him, her breath caught in tiny gasps that broke each time he sank in deeper. His grip tightened.
He had been lifting her effortlessly at first, but now the strain in his arm was starting to burn, muscles tightening beneath the weight of her and the relentless pace he kept. Still, he didn’t stop. He wanted to feel her like this—lifted, opened, taken.
Finally, with a breathless grunt, he eased her down. Her feet touched the floor, knees barely steady beneath her. But he remained buried inside her, thick and pulsing, not letting her go. She whimpered as the shift in position only deepened the sensation. Her hand flew up to cover her mouth, trying to stifle the sounds escaping her lips.
She pushed back, arching slightly, pressing her ass into him, her pussy walls tightening as if trying to pull his thick throbbing cock even deeper.
Both of his hands slid around her, cupping her breasts from behind. His thumbs teased her nipples, dragging over the stiff peaks while his hips snapped forward again.
He didn’t ease into it. His thrusts were sharp, hungry—driven by the pressure that had built too long inside him. Every time he slammed into her, her body jolted, her breasts shaking in his grip, her moans swallowed into her palm.
"Fuck... yes... ahh..." she whimpered, the words tumbling out without restraint.
Her body melted against him, yielding to every push, every stroke, every inch of him that claimed her.
He growled low in his throat, teeth clenched, hands still gripping her breasts firmly—kneading them, rolling them in his grasp as he moved.