Chapter 70: Chapter 70

I groaned, her grip firm, playful. She peeled the boxer the rest of the way, letting it drop wet to the tile, and I stepped beside her. Now nothing separated us but steam and water. Her hand wrapped me fully, thumb sliding over the head, spreading the bead of wetness already forming there. She looked up at me with that wicked little smile. Then she leaned up and kissed me, lips soft, tongue quick, her hand never letting go.

“How was your day?” she asked, like she wasn’t standing naked, jerking me under hot water.

“Eh,” I muttered into her mouth, stepping in closer until her wet body pressed against me. “Normal.”

My cock hardened fast between us, hot and throbbing, bumping against her stomach.

Jasmine’s grin widened. She dragged her index finger along the head, smearing precum, then lifted it and showed me before licking it clean. “So hard,” she teased. “And so eager.”

“A little,” I smirked, though my breath was already getting heavy.

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WOMEN – INTERACTIONS

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Jasmine: Interest: 23 / 40★

Kayla: Interest: 5 / 20

Tessa: Interest: 15 / 20

Kim: Interest: 6 / 20

Delilah: Interest: 4 / 20

Cora: Interest: 17 / 20

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★☆☆☆☆ – 20 Interest: Milestone reward

★★☆☆☆ – 40 Interest: Milestone reward

★★★☆☆ – 60 Interest: Milestone reward

★★★★☆ – 80 Interest: Milestone reward

★★★★★ -100 Interest: Milestone reward

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Shit. I’d completely forgotten I hit a milestone with Jasmine. Twenty-three. Reward waiting. I’d check it after this. Priorities.

“Let’s get you cleaned up,” Jasmine said, still holding me like she wasn’t planning on letting go. “I’ll wash you.”

“Thanks,” I muttered. “Using my arms still hurts a little.”

She reached for the shampoo, squirted a pool of it into her palm, and worked it into my hair. Her nails scratched lightly at my scalp, making me shut my eyes. The heat, the touch—it loosened something in me. My arms, my chest, all worked over with her hands spreading soap and suds down my body.

When she reached my stomach, I let out a shaky breath. When she went lower, I hissed.

She didn’t rush it. After lathering my stomach, her hand drifted lower, past my hips, until her fingers closed around my cock.

“Mmm,” she hummed, biting her lip as she wrapped me in her soapy grip.

I sucked in a breath. The shampoo made her hand glide, slick and bubbling, sliding from base to tip. She dragged her thumb over the swollen head, smearing the bead of precum that had already formed there, mixing it with the suds. Each stroke made the mess wetter, hotter.

Her fingers curled tighter around me, milking me in long, slow pulls that made my hips twitch forward without me meaning to. Every vein stood rigid under her palm, and she traced one with her fingertip like she was reading it, smiling when I groaned.

“Look at you,” she whispered, stroking faster now, twisting her wrist when she reached the top. “So hard already… just for me.”

The rhythm built, smooth and relentless, the water washing over us as she kept working me, teasing the head every time her fist slid up. My cock throbbed against her stomach when she pressed closer, her hand still pumping me, like she wanted to see how much I could take before I snapped.

By the time she leaned up to my ear, I was pulsing in her hand, precum slicking her knuckles.

“Now,” she whispered, voice dripping with heat. “It’s time for you to clean me.”

She turned, pressed her palms against the shower wall, and arched her back. Then with one hand, she spread herself open—gaping, shameless. Water cascaded down her back, her ass shining under the stream.

I laughed, deep and rough. “Cleaning,” I said, grabbing my cock and pressing it against the swell of her ass. “Is what I’m good at.”

The spray from the shower was steady above us, steam curling around our bodies, slicking the tile with heat. My breath still came uneven, chest rising and falling, but when Jasmine leaned forward, pressing her ass back against me, all the aches and fever from the week faded into something else entirely—something sharper.

Her voice carried over the rush of water, teasing, commanding.

“Clean me.”

Then I sank to my knees.

The water cascaded over both of us, soaking my hair as I kissed down the smooth arch of her back. She braced herself on the tile wall, her body curving beautifully as she bent forward, presenting herself without hesitation. Her ass glistened under the spray, the warm rivulets tracing over the swell of her cheeks, dripping into the cleft between.

I spread her gently, my thumbs pulling her open, and exhaled right against her pussy. The smell of her, musky and sweet even through the soap, hit me hard. I pressed a kiss to the inside of her thigh first, then the soft lips of her pussy.

“E-Evan…” she moaned, already shifting her hips back.

I dragged my tongue over her slit, tasting her as the water mingled with her wetness. My lips sealed over her clit, and I sucked, just enough to make her gasp. Her moans echoed off the tile, low at first, then sharper when I traced lower, licking the seam of her pussy before pressing my tongue inside.

“God, yes,” she breathed, hand slapping wetly against the wall for balance.

Her cunt clenched around my tongue, needy, greedy, the taste of her spilling out as I worked her. I alternated between fucking her with my tongue and flicking her clit, each motion pulling more sound from her throat. The water fell over my shoulders, soaking us both, but the heat between her legs was hotter still.

Then I pulled back just enough to slide lower, pressing my mouth against the tight little star of her ass.

“E-Evan!” she gasped, half shocked, half thrilled.

I licked slowly at first, circling, teasing, then flattened my tongue and worked her rim, savoring the way she trembled. My hand reached under to stroke her pussy at the same time, two fingers rubbing her clit while my mouth feasted on her ass.

“Oh, fuck, you’re filthy,” she moaned, voice breaking. “I love it. Don’t stop—don’t you dare stop.”

I didn’t. I spread her wider, tongue plunging deeper, until she was rocking back against my face, shameless, grinding for more. My cock was iron-hard beneath me, twitching, leaking pre down my shaft just from the sound of her moans.

When I finally pulled back, her thighs were shaking. I kissed my way up the curve of her ass, bit lightly at one cheek, then stood, gripping her hips to steady her.

“Now,” I said, voice hoarse, “my turn.”

She turned her head, wet hair sticking to her cheeks, eyes blown wide with need. “Do it,” she whispered.

I lined myself up, cock nudging at her slick pussy lips. She was dripping, soaking, her entrance already pulsing around nothing. With one push, I slid inside.

“Fuck…” I hissed, forehead pressing to her shoulder as the heat swallowed me whole.

Her moan was ragged, broken by the stretch. “God—you feel so good.”

The water streamed down our bodies as I buried myself deeper, inch by inch until my hips met her ass. I held there for a moment, savoring the way her pussy gripped me, fluttering around my cock like she didn’t want to let go.

Then I pulled out halfway and slammed back in.

She cried out, palms smacking against the tile. “Yes—fuck—just like that!”

No Sensual Oil.

Fingers crossed.

I grabbed her hips and set a rhythm, thrusting into her hard enough that the wet slap of skin against skin echoed under the shower spray. Her ass bounced against me, round and perfect, and I couldn’t resist raising one hand to smack it.

The sound cracked sharp. She yelped, then moaned, arching her back even more.

“Again,” she begged.

So I spanked her again, harder this time, leaving a red mark blooming under the water. She moaned into it, her walls clenching tighter around me. I reached forward, cupping her tits, kneading them, pinching her nipples between wet fingers. Her head fell back against my shoulder, lips parting with a gasp.

“You’re mine now,” I growled into her ear, pounding her deeper, “every inch of you.”

“Yes,” she gasped. “Yours—fuck, Evan—don’t stop—”

Her words pushed me harder. I drove into her faster, our bodies colliding, her pussy clenching around me so tight I could feel her building. I bent down, kissing her neck, biting lightly at her skin, drinking in her moans as if they were oxygen.

“You gonna cum for me, Jasmine?” I whispered, thrusting hard enough to make her knees buckle.

Her hand reached back, grabbing at my hip desperately. “Yes—yes—I’m so close!”

I reached down, fingers circling her clit, rubbing fast, merciless, in time with my thrusts. The combination broke her.

Her cry echoed sharp as her whole body seized. Her pussy clamped down around me, spasming in waves that milked my cock with each contraction. She screamed my name, voice hoarse, as the orgasm tore through her.

I fucked her through it, holding her shaking body steady, grinding deep while her cunt squeezed me so tight I almost lost it.

When she finally sagged against the wall, panting, I wasn’t far behind. My balls tightened, my cock throbbing, her aftershocks dragging me closer and closer to the edge.

“Jasmine—I’m—fuck, I’m gonna cum—”

“Do it,” she moaned, still trembling, voice raw but hungry. “Cum inside me. I want it—fill me, Evan—”

That was it. With a growl, I slammed into her one last time and spilled everything inside her. Hot spurts of cum poured deep, mixing with her own wetness, dripping down her thighs as I pressed her against the tile and held her there, buried to the hilt.

“Fuck,” I groaned, forehead dropping to her shoulder, cock pulsing as the last ropes emptied into her.

We stayed like that, trembling, the water washing over us both, sweat and cum and steam blending into one messy, perfect haze.

After a long moment, she turned her head, cheeks flushed, lips curved in a dazed smile.

“You came inside,” she whispered, still breathless.

“I did…” I muttered, voice heavy with exhaustion and bliss. “Wow… fuck.”

She shook her head, though the smile never left. “What if I get pregnant?”

I kissed her damp shoulder, still buried in her, and smirked. “Then I’ll go and buy a milk.”

She let out a shaky laugh, pushing back against me. “You dork.”

But she didn’t pull away.

And neither did I.

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Sexual Activity Completed

Partner: Jasmine MARQUEZ

EXP Gained: +60

Star Rating: 3.2 ★★★

Reason: –

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