Chapter 168: Make me come... (R18+)

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Chapter 168: Make me come... (R18+) She groaned softly, her legs widening around him, her hands tightening around his neck. His finger pressed slowly. She tensed. Breath caught. Then he eased in. Slowly. Deeply. Until his knuckle grazed her folds. Her back arched, and she leaned in, her breath heavy, her thighs trembling. "Fuck," she murmured. And Seraphina, who had just finished licking the head of his dick, put the tip inside her mouth and then swallowed his entire length, the pressure so intense, it was almost overwhelming. Ethan shuddered, his head tilting back, and his hands tightening, one gripping her shoulder, the other pushing further inside her pussy. The sensation was overwhelming, his entire body flooding with heat and electricity. Seraphina kept the rhythm. Firm. Steady. She took him deep. Over and over. Every time her lips met the base of his cock, a jolt went through him. Ethan couldn’t speak. All he could do was ride the waves. The tension was building. His grip tightened, fingers curling around the silky folds of her pussy, his palm cupping her entrance. She was dripping. Wet. Warm. Lilith groaned softly, her legs widening around him, her arms tightening around his shoulders as her body pulled him in closer. Ethan’s fingers slid deeper, slow and steady, pressing into her heat with careful rhythm. Her body reacted on instinct, tensing at first, then melting into the motion. A small gasp escaped her lips, quiet but raw. Her back arched, hips shifting forward, chasing the pressure. "Right there," she whispered, her breath uneven now, her fingers tangled in his hair. The heat between them pulsed with each touch. Each breath. Her skin flushed, her chest rising and falling faster. His mouth returned to her breasts, kissing gently over soft curves, his lips and tongue moving in time with his hand. She leaned into him fully now, her entire body centered on the rhythm he set. At the same time, beneath the table, Seraphina didn’t stop. She had paused just long enough to change angles—then she lowered herself again, slowly, steadily, taking him deep into her mouth with a firm, deliberate pull. The suction made Ethan’s legs twitch. A groan rumbled in his throat. He gripped Lilith tighter, one arm wrapped around her waist, the other working in slow, teasing circles that made her tremble. Seraphina’s mouth moved in sync now—each motion confident and smooth, her pace building just enough to keep him teetering. Ethan leaned forward, forehead resting against Lilith’s chest, breath hot against her skin. His hand didn’t stop. Neither did Seraphina. The double rhythm, one from above, one from below, was driving him to the edge. Every inch of his body was burning, overwhelmed by the softness of Lilith’s moans in his ear and the pull of Seraphina’s mouth as she took him again and again. Lilith’s legs trembled around him. She gripped him tighter, her back arching, breath quickening. The sound of her heartbeat, strong and rapid, filled his senses. He could feel it against his lips. And then, her words came in a low, breathless whisper, her lips grazing his ear. "Don’t stop." The desperation in her voice only pushed him harder, his hand and mouth moving with new intensity, fingers sinking into soft flesh, his lips and tongue tracing paths of fire across her breasts. Lilith moaned. Softly at first. Then louder, her voice catching at the edge of each breath. The sounds came without filter now—small gasps, shivers in her throat, quiet curses under her breath. Her body rocked against him, chasing more. Her legs squeezed his sides, thighs trembling. Ethan didn’t let up. His fingers moved with just the right pressure, his mouth never leaving her skin. Every time she cried out, he answered with a deeper kiss, his tongue teasing along her nipple, his hand adjusting pace to match the rise and fall of her body. Lilith gripped the back of his chair for balance, her knuckles pale, hair sticking to her damp skin. Her hips kept rolling, chasing the next wave of heat that was already building, already close. She leaned down, pressed her forehead to his, their breaths tangled now, syncing with each movement. He could feel her shaking—her muscles pulling tight around his hand. "I’m—" she tried to say, but it caught in her throat. He kissed her, cutting off the words, swallowing her moan as her body gave in. She trembled hard, her legs locking around him as her head fell to his shoulder, her chest rising fast against his. Her hands gripped him tight, not letting him move—not yet. Ethan held her through it, mouth soft against her neck now, slowing his hand, feeling the aftershocks run through her. Lilith let out a breath that wasn’t quite a laugh. "I hate how good you are at that," she mumbled, voice warm and wrecked. Ethan chuckled, low and breathless, his forehead still pressed to hers. "I’m not done." And she smiled. That slow, dangerous smile of hers. But before she could respond— A sharp pull of heat shot up through Ethan’s spine. Below the table, Seraphina hadn’t stopped. She had only adjusted. Now, her rhythm was slower. Deeper. She was in no rush. Every motion felt heavy, deliberate. She was taking her time, making sure he felt everything. Ethan’s breath hitched, his fingers digging into Lilith’s thigh as his body locked up for half a second. His eyes shut tight, jaw clenched. Lilith felt it. And she smiled again, more smug this time. "She’s not letting you go, is she?" Ethan barely managed to shake his head. Lilith kissed his cheek, her voice low against his ear. "Good." Another surge of pleasure rippled through him. Seraphina stayed focused, her lips moving in perfect sync. The tension was building, his body trembling with each stroke. But his hands were steady. He didn’t let her go. Instead, his grip tightened, and he pulled her in, his hand and mouth both picking up pace. Her breath caught, the heat in her core still fresh and sensitive. But her legs widened around him, her thighs squeezing his sides. Lilith’s breathing slowed. Her hands slid up his back, fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him in, holding him close. "Make me come," she breathed. And with that, the tension snapped.

Chapter 168: Make me come... (R18+)

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