Chapter 169: Are You Okay? (R18+)

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Chapter 169: Are You Okay? (R18+) Ethan didn’t answer with words. He just gripped Lilith harder, fingers pressing deep into her thighs as his mouth returned to her chest. Every breath between them was hot now, every movement heavier, needier. Her legs locked tighter around his waist. Her body trembled again. Seraphina, still beneath the table, didn’t pause. Her mouth kept him on edge, driving him closer with slow, deliberate strokes. But it was the rhythm of Lilith’s hips that sent him over. The soft, insistent push begged him not to stop or slow down. He didn’t. Instead, his hands moved faster, his grip tighter, his tongue and lips devouring every inch of her breasts. The air crackled between them. Lilith’s breath grew ragged, her fingers digging into his scalp. "Don’t stop," she whispered again. Her words and the desperation in her voice drove him even harder. He could feel her trembling, hear the soft gasp in her throat as her legs shook. "Right there." And she was coming. Her body tensed, and her arms tightened around his neck, her nails digging into his shoulders. He felt the pulse of her climax, the shudder running through her, the sudden flood of heat under his fingertips. "Don’t stop," she breathed again, her face buried in his neck. And Ethan didn’t. He couldn’t. Not when his own climax was right there. Every nerve ending felt like it was on fire, the pleasure so intense, it bordered on pain. Lilith’s lips found his, kissing him roughly, her body pressed to his chest, her hips grinding hard against his hand, her thighs clamping down. Seraphina took him deep. Again. And again. Her lips sealed tight around his shaft, the pressure relentless. He gripped Lilith’s waist, holding her tight. His mouth moved with hers, and the heat of their breath mingled. Lilith moaned into his mouth, her body tensing, her fingers tangled in his hair. He felt the pulse of her climax, and then his own, hitting him like a tidal wave. His breath caught, and his grip tightened, his whole body stiffening. Seraphina kept her lips sealed, sucking hard. Once. Twice. Three times. Until finally, his orgasm faded, and he sagged against the chair, spent. Lilith slumped over, her cheek pressed to his, her breathing ragged, her pulse racing. Her legs slowly unwound from his waist, and she stood shakily, her fingers sliding into his hair. Ethan opened his eyes, dazed. "Are you okay?" Lilith nodded, her face flushed, her lips red. "Just give me a minute." And she did. One minute, her fingers tangled in his hair, her chest rising and falling quickly, her gaze locked on his. "That was..." She didn’t finish the sentence. But she didn’t have to. They all knew what it was. And it was incredible. Lilith didn’t speak for a moment. But then, after a few more breaths, her legs regained their strength, and she stepped away from the table. Seraphina slipped out from underneath, a smug expression on her face, and crawled over, leaning against the opposite side. Her head rested in her palm, and a satisfied smile played at her lips. Lilith’s eyes trailed over the length of her. "You’re very dirty, Seraphina," she said, a slight smirk appearing. Seraphina glanced down. Sure enough, a trail of white covered her cheeks, chin, and collarbones, some dripping onto her breasts. Ethan followed her gaze, his own expression matching. Then, slowly, Seraphina wiped a drop from her skin and licked it clean. "Mmm, sweet." Lilith laughed softly, and even Ethan couldn’t help but smile. But this also caused his dick to start reacting and harden, and Seraphina, whose eyes never left him, noticed. And then, suddenly, his body was no longer tired. He could feel it. The desire, the heat. It was there, simmering beneath the surface. Ready. Waiting. His eyes flicked up, meeting hers. He knew the look. He had seen it a dozen times by now. "Are you ready for round two?" Ethan raised an eyebrow, his lips curling into a smirk. "Oh, we’re not done," Lilith said, her eyes darkening. Ethan chuckled. "We’re not done." Seraphina didn’t bother with subtlety. She just grabbed his arm and pulled him off the chair. "Let’s get him upstairs," she said, her voice thick with lust. "I was thinking the same thing," Lilith agreed, a wicked smile spreading across her lips. Before he knew it, they were both tugging him toward the bedroom, their bodies flush against his, their mouths hot against his neck. "What’s the plan?" Lilith smirked, her eyes flashing. "We can do whatever you want," she murmured, her breath brushing his ear. Seraphina grinned, her teeth grazing his shoulder. "As long as you’re inside us." Their voices sent a thrill through his body. The way their hands moved over his skin, the soft press of their lips against his throat. It was intoxicating. Ethan didn’t think twice. His hand reached for Lilith, his palm settling against her lower back. His other hand rested on Seraphina’s hip, his fingers grazing her smooth, toned stomach. They leaned into him, their bodies pressing tight against his, their warmth bleeding through the fabric between them. The air felt charged, the anticipation thick and heavy. Ethan’s pulse raced, his breathing shallow. His fingers flexed, and his grip tightened, pulling them both even closer. He wanted this. And judging from the look in their eyes, so did they. Lilith’s arms slid up, wrapping around his neck, her breath warm against his ear. "What do you want to do, Ethan?" she asked, her voice low, almost a whisper. Her tone was playful, but the question was genuine. She wanted him to make the first move. To set the pace. To take control. "I want you," he replied, his voice rough, his hands already starting to wander. "You have me," she purred, her hips rolling slightly, inviting his touch. He didn’t waste any time. His hand drifted down, his palm gliding over her ass, cupping it gently. She arched her back, pressing into his touch. "Like that?" she asked, her voice breathy, her eyes half-closed. "Mhmm." His grip tightened, and he lifted her, pulling her against his chest, his mouth finding her throat. She let out a soft sigh, her hands sliding up his shoulders, her body molding against his. "Keep going," she whispered. Ethan did. He ran his hand over her bare thigh, fingers tracing patterns across her smooth skin.

Chapter 169: Are You Okay? (R18+)

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