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Chapter 151
🕑 Added 2025-08-23 19:23:52 +0000 UTCIchigo kept the pace steady at first, the wet thwop, thwop, thwop filling the room, each deep drive hitting her sweet spot dead-on. Every time he bottomed out, Ikumi’s breath hitched and her nails dug into the sheets.
But then… he changed.
His hips slowed, but each thrust became deliberate, grinding into her with slow, devastating rolls that made her clit brush against him at just the right angle.
“Nnnghhh—hhhaahhh… I-Ichi—go—” she moaned, her voice breaking.
He watched her face closely — the parted lips, the unfocused eyes, the way her flushed cheeks trembled — and smirked. “Feel good?”
She tried to answer, but all that came out was a choked moan as her leg slipped off his shoulder for a moment, shaking violently. He caught it instantly, hooking it back up and locking her in place.
“Don’t run,” he said calmly, his tone making her shiver.
Then he picked up speed.
THWOP-THWOP-THWOP-THWOP!
The sound was rapid, wet, relentless. Her head tilted back into the pillow, mouth open, eyes rolling slightly from the overwhelming pleasure.
“Ahhh—ahhh—ahhh—hhhnnnnn—! Oh f-fuck—nnnnnghhh—!” she cried, her voice rising with every thrust.
Her thighs clamped around him, her free leg curling tight as her body tensed. “I-I’m—” she gasped, but never finished the sentence.
The orgasm tore through her hard, her hips jerking uncontrollably against him, toes curling, nails clawing at the sheets as she screamed his name.
“ICHIGOOOOOOO!”
Her walls pulsed and clenched around him desperately, milking him for everything — but he didn’t give it. His thrusts slowed to a teasing grind, keeping her on the edge of overstimulation, letting her ride out every last wave until she collapsed back onto the bed, completely spent.
Her chest heaved, sweat glistening across her skin, her leg still trembling over his shoulder.
Ichigo slowly pulled out, his cock still rock hard, a smug grin on his face. “Cute… you really thought you’d make me finish first?”
Ikumi just lay there, panting, eyes half-lidded — too wrecked to even think of a comeback.
....
The two hours ended, prompting them to leave the love hotel. Ikumi could barely walk, her legs weak as she leaned into Ichigo for support, each step reminding her of exactly what had just happened inside.
They made it to the car, the cool night air doing nothing to calm the heat still burning in her body. As soon as they got inside, Ichigo shut the door, and without a word, unbuckled his belt and pushed his pants down just enough for his cock to spring free — still thick, heavy, and hard.
“You know what to do,” he said, turning toward her with that cocky look.
Ikumi smirked, her lips curling into a knowing smile. “I’ll make you crash with my skills.”
He chuckled low, leaning back in the driver’s seat. “I dare you to try.”
She shifted over to him without hesitation, the soft rustle of her clothes filling the silence. Her hand slid over his thigh first — slow, teasing — before wrapping around his shaft. Even in the dim glow from the streetlight outside, she could see the veins along his length, the way his tip already glistened with a bead of pre.
“Mm… still so hot,” she murmured, stroking him slowly at first, letting her palm glide over every inch.
Ichigo tilted his head back slightly, watching her with half-lidded eyes. “You’re wasting time.”
She shot him a playful glare — and then leaned in, her lips wrapping around his tip in one smooth motion.
Schhlp… mmm…
The wet, slow suction made his breath hitch despite himself. Her tongue swirled lazily, savoring the taste, before she pushed down further, her lips stretching around his girth.
The car was filled with the soft slrk… schlck… mmm… slrp of her working him over, the sound obscene in the confined space. Every time she pulled back, a string of spit connected her lips to his shaft before she dove back in deeper.
Her hand stroked the base in rhythm with her mouth, her eyes locked on his the entire time.
' I’m gonna break you before we even get home, ' she thought, hollowing her cheeks for a tighter seal.
Ichigo smirked faintly, but she could feel his thigh muscles tensing under her palm — proof that she was getting to him, even if he wasn’t saying it.
Ichigo started the car without saying a word, his cock still in Ikumi’s hand. She looked at him like he was crazy.
“You’re seriously gonna drive like this?” she asked, raising a brow.
He smirked. “Why not? You said you’d make me crash.”
Before she could fire back, he shifted into gear and pulled onto the street, the engine humming beneath them. Streetlights flashed through the windshield, casting quick glows across his sharp profile.
She hesitated only a moment before leaning over again, her lips wrapping around him.
Schhlp… mmm… slrp…
The movement of the car made it harder to keep her rhythm, but she adapted quickly, using one hand to steady herself on his thigh and the other to stroke in sync with her mouth. Her tongue swirled along his length, catching every ridge and vein.
Ichigo kept one hand casually on the wheel, his other resting on the back of her head, guiding her pace. He glanced down at her between watching the road.
“Damn, you look good like that… all focused on my cock.”
She rolled her eyes upward, meeting his gaze, and went deeper.
That’s when his lips curved into something more wicked.
“You might wanna hurry,” he said in that low, taunting tone. “Cops are up ahead. If they pull us over… well…”
Her eyes widened slightly, and she started to pull back.
“Oh no,” he said with a smirk, pushing firmly on the back of her head. “You’re not stopping now.”
Her lips sealed tighter around him as he guided her down, deeper and deeper until the tip hit the back of her throat. She gagged softly, her hands gripping his thigh as he held her there for a few seconds before letting her come up with a messy slrk.
Spit dripped down her chin, strings connecting her lips to his cock as she caught her breath.
“That’s it… nice and messy,” he murmured before pushing her back down again, his hips lifting slightly to meet her mouth.
The obscene slrp, schlck, glk filled the car, every streetlight revealing her flushed cheeks and wet lips as she took him to the base.
She moaned around him, the vibration making him grip the wheel tighter. “Better hope those cops don’t actually pull us over,” he teased.
And in that moment, she didn’t even care — all she wanted was to make him lose control before they got home.
TO BE CONTINUED
[A/N: To think this was once a series about fighting. Now it has as much sex scenes as your average Pornhwa. I think I've decided to write all the scene at the end man. So yeah. The next chapter will be the last sex scene. Jk but for real though, I will write everyone I missed at the end]
