Chapter 172: Maybe I Want That…

Akira didn’t need to be told twice.

He shoved his boxers down and kicked them away. His thick, hard cock sprang free, veins standing out along the shaft, the fat head flushed dark and slick with pre-cum. It bobbed against his stomach before settling, pointing straight at her.

Aoi’s eyes widened.

She reached out hesitantly, her fingers brushing the underside. He hissed through his teeth at the contact.

“It’s… bigger than I remembered,” she said softly. Her hand wrapped around him… small fingers barely meeting. and gave a slow, experimental stroke. Pre-cum welled at the slit; she smeared it down the length with her thumb, making him leak more.

“You’re going to kill me,” he muttered in a strained voice.

“Good.” A tiny, shaky smile curved her lips. “Then we’ll both feel something.”

She stroked him again, firmer this time, watching his face. When his hips jerked forward into her grip, she bit her lip and did it again… slow pumps from root to tip.

Akira caught her wrist after the third stroke. “If you keep that up I’m going to cum all over your hand before I even get inside you.”

“Maybe I want that,” she whispered, but there was a question in her eyes.

He shook his head. “Not yet. I want to be buried in you when I come. I want you to feel every pulse.”

Her breath hitched. She released him, legs falling open wider in silent invitation.

Akira settled between them again, this time skin-to-skin. The heat of her pussy kissed the underside of his cock as he dragged the length along her slit, coating himself in her slickness. The head bumped her clit on every pass, and she whimpered each time.

“Ready?” he asked.

She nodded, hands coming up to frame his face. “Yes. Please.”

He notched himself at her entrance; the fat head of his cock spreading her pussy lips, stretching the tight ring of muscle and pushed.

Inch by torturous inch.

The stretch made her gasp, nails digging into his shoulders. He paused halfway, letting her adjust, forehead pressed to hers.

“Breathe,” he murmured. “You’re taking me so well.”

She nodded jerkily, inner walls fluttering around the intrusion. “It’s… a lot. But good. Keep going.”

He sank deeper, slowly until his hips met hers and he bottomed out, balls pressed tight against her ass, cock throbbing deep inside her clenching heat.

They both groaned.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he rasped.

Aoi’s eyes fluttered closed, tears slipping free again, but these weren’t from fear. “I feel you… everywhere.”

He stayed buried inside her for several long heartbeats, letting the raw sensation settle between them.

Aoi’s pussy gripped him like tightly, her fluttering walls hugging every thick inch of his cock, the wet heat of her arousal coating him from base to tip.

He could feel the subtle pulse of her inner muscles, the way her body adjusted around the stretch, welcoming him deeper even as she trembled.

Aoi’s lips parted on a soft, broken sound. “Fuck… I feel so full. I can feel your… your heartbeat… right here.” One hand pressed low on her own abdomen, just above where they were joined, as if she could trace the shape of his cock through her skin.

He groaned low in his throat at the image that painted: her feeling him lodged so deep she could map his cock with her palm. “Good girl,” he murmured, the words slipping out on instinct. “Just breathe with me. Let your body remember this isn’t something to fear. This is us.”

She exhaled shakily, her chest rising against his.

Her nipples; they were still flushed dark and wet from his earlier attention, brushed his chest with every breath. The contact sent fresh sparks down his spine, straight to where they were locked together.

Slowly, he pulled back just an inch. The drag of her fleshy tunnel along his shaft made them both hiss.

Her entrance clung to the thick ridge of his cockhead, reluctant to let him go, before he sank back. The wet sound of their bodies separating and rejoining filled the room.

Aoi’s nails bit into his shoulders. “Oh… Akira…”

“Too much?” He paused again, feeling his cock throbbing deep inside her pulsing heat.

She shook her head frantically. “No. More. Please… move.”

He did.

He moved, pulling out until only the tip of his swollen cock remained between her swollen pussy lips. Then he slid back in all the way until his pubic bone kissed her clit and his alls pressed against the soft curve of her ass.

Every thrust was slow, deep, and finished with a grinding motion so the base of his cock rubbed right against her oversensitive clit.

Her breathing turned ragged almost immediately. “There… right there, god, it’s so deep…”

He angled his hips slightly, changing the pressure so the fat head of his cock dragged along that spongy front wall with every pass.

When he found the spot that made her gasp and clench hard around him, he stayed on it with short, firm thrusts that kept constant pressure right where she needed it.

Aoi’s legs wrapped tighter around his waist, heels digging into the small of his back, urging him closer, deeper. “Don’t stop… please don’t stop…”

“Never,” he promised.

Sweat was already beading along his spine, dripping down to where their bodies met. The room smelled of sex now: her sweet musk, his clean sweat, and the faint lingering turpentine from the ruined canvases scattered on the floor.

He shifted his weight onto one forearm so he could slide his free hand between them. His thumb found her wet, swollen clit, peeking out from its hood, and circled it in slow, firm strokes that matched the rhythm of his cock sliding in and out of her.

Aoi’s whole body jerked. “Akira…!”

“Right here?” He pressed harder, thumb rolling her clit while he ground deep, stirring his hips in small circles so the head of his cock massaged that same sensitive patch inside her.

“Yes… yes… fuck…” The word burst from her like she surprised herself.

Her cheeks flushed darker, but she didn’t take it back. Instead her hips rolled up to meet his, chasing the dual pressure of his thick cock stretching her open, and his thumb working merciless circles on her clit.

He could feel her getting wetter, hotter, the wet sounds growing louder with every thrust.

Her pussy was making a mess of them both: creamy arousal coating his shaft, dripping down his balls, soaking the sheets beneath her ass.

“Look at me,” he rasped.

Her eyes fluttered open, hazy with pleasure. Tears clung to her lashes again, but these were different… overwhelm, not pain.

“You’re so fucking beautiful like this,” he told her in a low voice. “Pussy stretched around my cock, clit throbbing under my thumb, tits bouncing every time I fuck into you. You’re not broken, Aoi. You’re perfect. You’re mine.”

The words hit her like a physical touch. She cried out, and her inner walls clamped down hard, fluttering wildly around his length.

“I’m… Akira… I’m gonna…”

“Cum for me,” he growled, thumb pressing firmer, circling faster. “Come all over my cock. Let me feel it. Let me feel how good this makes you feel.”

She shattered.

Her back bowed off the mattress, pussy spasming violently around him as she came with a broken sob.

Wet heat gushed around his cock… slick pulses that soaked his shaft, his balls, and the crease of her ass. Her clit throbbed under his thumb, pulsing in time with the rhythmic clench of her walls.

Akira gritted his teeth, fighting his own release.

He wanted to give her this; he wanted her to ride every wave without him interrupting. He kept thrusting through it, slowly and deep, drawing out her orgasm until her thighs shook and her cries turned to soft, hiccuping whimpers.

When the worst of the spasms eased, he slowed but didn’t stop. He kept thrusting gently, letting her feel the fullness without overwhelming her oversensitive nerves.

Aoi’s arms came up around his neck, pulling him down until their foreheads touched again. She was trembling, breath coming in soft pants against his lips.

“That… that was…” She couldn’t finish; she just kissed him instead… the kiss was messy, desperate, tasting of salt and need.

He kissed her back, swallowing her little sounds, still buried to the hilt inside her fluttering pussy.

“You’re incredible,” he murmured against her mouth. “So fucking responsive. So wet for me.”

She made a small, shy sound, but her hips rolled experimentally, testing the sensation of him still hard and thick inside her.

“Still okay?” he asked, brushing damp strands of hair from her forehead.

“More than okay.” Her voice was hoarse, wrecked. “I want… I want to feel you come. Inside me. Please.”

The request punched the air out of his lungs.

“You sure?”

She nodded, legs tightening around him. “I want to feel everything. I want to feel wanted… completely.”

Akira groaned. “Then hold on.”

He picked up the pace… still controlled, but deeper now, harder. Each thrust slapped wetly against her, balls smacking her ass, cock driving into that perfect, gripping heat over and over.

Aoi moaned with every stroke, nails raking down his back, leaving red trails he’d feel later. “Harder… please… I can take it…”

He gave it to her.

Snapping hips, deep grinding thrusts that buried him to the root every time. The head of his cock kissed her cervix on the deepest strokes, sending jolts through both of them.

Her pussy was so wet that it squelched audibly with every plunge, creamy arousal frothing at the base of his shaft.

“Fuck… Aoi, you’re squeezing me so tight…”

“I can’t… again… I’m gonna come again…”

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