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Chapter 55(MHA)
🕑 Added 2025-08-20 20:14:07 +0000 UTCHer lips and hands worked in perfect harmony, each slick, shlck and slurp echoing in the quiet room. The teasing rhythm, slow and deliberate, was pushing him closer to the edge. His thighs quivered, hips jerking involuntarily, every nerve ending on fire from the combined suction of her mouth and the kneading of her hands.
A guttural moan escaped him, low and ragged, as she swirled her tongue expertly around the tip, flicking and teasing, coaxing out every ounce of tension.
“Ah… fuck…” he groaned, hands threading through her hair, holding her close, desperate, yet helpless against the exquisite torment.
Inko’s eyes met his, glinting with a mix of mischief and dominance. She pressed just a little harder with her fingers, rolled his balls again, and let her tongue dance along the sensitive underside, eliciting a strangled gasp that turned into a growl of pleasure.
“Please… oh god, I can’t—” he rasped, voice breaking under the pressure, and she chuckled softly, humming around him, the wet noises filling the room like a symphony.
Then, finally, the coil snapped. His muscles tensed, chest heaving, and a long, shuddering groan tore from his throat. Her mouth and hands rode every pulse, swallowing and coaxing each tremor from him, the slick shlck, slurp, and smack punctuating his release. Inko savored every drop, eyes closed, lips glistening as she cleaned him with slow, deliberate licks.
He sagged back onto the bed, breathless and spent, chest rising and falling rapidly. Inko sat back on her heels, licking her lips, satisfied but still teasing, brushing a strand of hair from her face.
“See?” she whispered, voice soft and almost playful. “Not too bad, huh?”
He could only manage a grin, still catching his breath, every nerve in his body alight from the incredible intensity of her touch. The lingering warmth of her skin pressed against him seemed to hum in rhythm with his heartbeat, each pulse sending tiny shivers up his spine.
The room fell quiet except for their mingled breathing—the faint hiss of air through parted lips, the soft brush of skin against skin. The electric tension between them was almost tangible, crackling in the air like static.
‘That felt heavenly. Good thing I’m Kryptonian because that would have finished me off,’ he thought, smirking inwardly.
He laid back briefly, letting the heat of her gaze and the slick memory of her touch wash over him, before slowly rising. His hands found her waist, fingers gripping firmly yet tenderly as he lifted her, feeling the soft curves press against his palms. He guided her down onto the bed, letting her settle as he climbed on top, the warmth of her body welcoming him.
He positioned himself above her, cock resting over her swollen, sensitive folds. She shivered, a soft, involuntary gasp escaping her lips.
“I-I’m not ready for this…” Inko whimpered, voice trembling, the small protest only spurring the fire in his chest.
“Yeah, I know,” he murmured, a smirk tugging at his lips. His hand pressed to her abdomen, palm flat, thumb gliding over her clit in slow, deliberate circles. The friction sent tiny jolts of pleasure rippling through her, her hips instinctively pressing upward.
“I’m just taking back control, I guess,” he continued, voice low and teasing, letting the power of the moment hang between them.
Her breath hitched, eyes fluttering, a soft moan escaping as she arched against him. Every subtle shift, every slick slide of his cock against her entrance teased her mercilessly. The room was filled with the soft swish of skin against skin, the quiet hum of their mingled heat.
Her breath hitched, a soft whimper escaping as he pressed himself against her, the tip of his cock teasing the slick folds of her pussy.
Every nerve in her body screamed with anticipation, and the warmth pooling between her thighs spread like wildfire.
His hand flattened on her stomach, thumb circling her swollen clit with precise, deliberate pressure. Inko moaned, small and shivering, the sound escaping in short gasps as her hips involuntarily pressed up against him.
“F-Fuck… wait…” she whimpered, voice trembling, but her hands couldn’t resist gripping his shoulders, pulling him closer.
“I know,” he murmured against her ear, his voice low and possessive. “I just want a taste of what I’ve been missing.”
He slowly started rocking his hips, just enough to let the head of his cock brush against her entrance, teasing her wetness without plunging fully. Her moans grew louder, muffled by her own hand against her mouth, each small gasp and whimper vibrating through the tense, electric air.
“Ah… oh god…” Inko shivered, cheeks flushed, eyes wide and glimmering with desire. “Y-you’re… too much.”
He smirked, watching her reaction, thumb pressing harder against her clit, feeling her slickness leak under his touch. His other hand cupped her cheek, tilting her face so she met his gaze, lips parted and glistening with moisture.
“You like that, don’t you?” he teased, slow and deliberate, thumb moving in circles, cock brushing over her tight opening.
“Y-yes… please…” she gasped, quivering under his control, hips bucking slightly against him despite her protest.
Every movement, every soft, breathy moan from her, drove him further. He slid a finger lightly inside her, in sync with his thumb on her clit, pushing her closer to the edge without letting her fall just yet.
Her hands gripped his shoulders tighter, nails digging in as she trembled. “S-so… intense…” she whispered, shivering as heat pooled inside her, every nerve alight.
He leaned down, pressing a searing kiss to her neck, teeth grazing lightly over the sensitive skin, eliciting a choked gasp. Her moans spilled freely now, a mixture of soft gasps, shaky “ahh”s, and little whimpers that filled the room like music.
“You’re mine right now,” he whispered, voice husky, thumb never pausing, cock teasing her entrance.
Her back arched instinctively, hips pressing upward, letting out a ragged, breathless moan, trembling under his deliberate dominance.
Every nerve in her body seemed to burn, her skin alive with anticipation, each touch from him a spark lighting a fire she didn’t want to douse.
He leaned closer, chest pressing against hers, eyes dark and smoldering as his hands explored her curves with deliberate patience.
One palm flattened over her abdomen while the thumb traced slow, teasing circles over her clit, never quite giving her the release Inko ached for.
“Not yet,” he murmured, his lips brushing the shell of her ear, voice low and commanding. “I want to feel you beg… want me.”
Her breath hitched, a strangled whine escaping as her hips writhed under him. “P-please… just a little…” she gasped, voice shaking with need, but his eyes met hers with that wicked glint, holding her back, controlling the rhythm.
His cock slid slickly along her folds, teasing her pink, swollen entrance, sliding just enough to make her pulse thrum with desire.
Every deliberate press, every slow glide, sent waves of delicious tension coursing through her, leaving her on the precipice of ecstasy.
She cried out, “Ahh… I-I’m so close!”
The thumb on her clit circled faster, teasing in a maddening rhythm, but just as she arched to meet him, he pulled back slightly, his hand firm on her hip, holding her at the edge. The combination of friction, teasing, and denial sent her senses spiraling.
Her breaths came in sharp, ragged pants, body trembling, pussy throbbing around nothing but his teasing cock.
The moans spilling from her lips were raw, desperate—soft whimpers, sharp cries, gasps, each one echoing off the walls of the room.
“Look at you,” he rasped, smirking down at her flushed, slick face. “So wet… so desperate… for me. I’ll give it to you, but on my terms.”
The deliberate rubbing of his shaft against her entrance, coupled with the teasing, almost cruel thumb on her clit, made her walls spasm. Inko’s legs shook, hands clawing at the sheets, nails biting into the fabric as she tottered on the edge.
Finally, with one last languid swipe, he pressed just hard enough, letting her tip of her release brush against the ultimate climax, making her cry out his masked name.
Inko’s body convulsed violently under him, breathless and screaming, pussy clenching as she rode the sharp, electric peak, a single, shattering orgasm that left her trembling and soaked.
He held her through it, chest rising and falling, a smirk of dominance and satisfaction curling his lips. Even as Inko’s body shook from the aftershocks, he pressed close, warm and reassuring, letting her come down slowly from that earth-shattering edge.
' This is what I'm good at. Making women beg. And tomorrow. Mitsuki will be in for a surprise ' he thought.
TO BE CONTINUED
