In the dim glow of the suite, bodies already tangled and half-stripped, Kael read her ragged breaths as permission. Time was short, and he couldn't afford slow teasing anymore.
His hand slid down her stomach, deliberate at first, then urgent, fingers dipping between her thighs. She was beyond damp now; drenched. Slick warmth coated his skin the instant he brushed her through the thin thong.
So, with a quick tug, he shoved the fabric aside, tracing her swollen folds once, twice — letting her feel the deliberate drag of his fingertips along her slit before heat swallowed them.
She gasped, hips jerking involuntarily.
Kael shrugged off the last of his clothes in hurried motions. His cock sprang free — hard, thick, heavy with need — bouncing against her soaked entrance as he pressed closer. The contact drew a sharp shiver from her.
For a heartbeat, clarity cut through her haze. Alcohol, arousal, the whirlwind pace… it all crashed together. Too fast. Too much.
Her eyes flickered with hesitation as she looked down at him, thick and hot between them, the blunt head already nudging her entrance. A question flashed across her face: Would it even fit?
She didn't have long to wonder.
Kael aligned himself and pushed forward: one deep, unrelenting thrust. The head breached her, stretching her open, sinking far inside in a single slick glide.
"Ohhh~"
Her eyes snapped wide, breath punched out in a broken moan — sharp sting blending into thick, overwhelming pleasure. Kael froze, buried to the hilt, feeling her walls flutter and clamp around him like a fist. His hands roamed her sides, steadying her trembling frame, thumbs brushing the undersides of her breasts as he held still, giving her a second to adjust.
Then she met his gaze.
No uncertainty there. Only raw hunger. Dark eyes demanding more, hips tilting up in silent command.
Whatever thin thread of restraint he'd kept snapped.
He pulled back slowly, until only the tip remained, her entrance clinging greedily, then drove in again, harder. Deeper.
Again.
The rhythm built fast: wet, heavy slaps of skin on skin echoing off the walls. Sweat beaded across their bodies, slicking every place they touched.
Her pussy clenched rhythmically around him, hot and greedy, pulling him in with every thrust like it never wanted to let go. Each slide dragged more wetness between them, coating his shaft, dripping down to slick her thighs.
Her moans grew louder, unrestrained, filthy sounds tearing from her throat as her legs locked tighter around his waist.
Kael grunted low, the sound vibrating against her neck where he'd buried his face.
Heat built fast, unbearable, pressure coiling tight in his gut. Her body rocked beneath him, breasts bouncing with every impact, nipples brushing his chest, each movement driving him deeper.
Then her body seized.
Walls clamped down hard… harder, rippling in violent spasms. A sudden rush of slick heat flooded around him, soaking them both as she arched off the bed.
"I'm cummmming~!"
Her scream filled the room.
Kael's teeth found her swollen nipple, biting down just enough to muffle his own rough groan as her orgasm pulsed through her, squeezing him in waves that nearly undid him. He held on… barely, hips stuttering but not stopping, riding her through it while her body shook and fluttered beneath him.
When the tremors finally eased, when her limbs went heavy and lax, she felt him still thick inside her — unrelenting, throbbing. A sliver of clarity pierced the fog.
Have I walked straight into a trap with my own two feet?
The thought surfaced, sharp and cold — then sank beneath another rolling wave of pleasure.
The man above her didn't pause. Didn't soften. Just kept driving into her, steady and deep, chasing his own edge.
"It… it really wasn't supposed to be like this~," she gasped, voice wrecked, words dissolving into whimpers as her hips tilted up instinctively, taking him deeper despite herself.
Kael felt his own doubts flicker too. Yet, he crushed them without mercy.
Whatever waited outside this room, whatever game he had started, whatever clock was ticking… none of it mattered now.
Only her: slick and trembling beneath him, wide open, greedily taking every deep, brutal thrust.
He kept driving into her until the pressure coiled too tight to fight. Then he pulled out.
He couldn't do it inside her.
The last thing he wanted was a child from a one-night stand.
She whimpered at the sudden emptiness; small, broken, hips still chasing the friction she'd lost. Kael's gaze raked over her: flat stomach heaving, sweat-glossed breasts quivering, nipples dark and swollen from earlier bites, and finally her pouting lips clearly expressing her dissatisfaction.
Her expression was pure grievance… and that's decided it.
He shifted fast; up to straddle her chest, catching her off guard. Before she could react, he pushed between her lips.
She gagged as he hit the back of her throat, eyes watering. Kael was too far gone to ease up — hips jerking in rough, shallow thrusts. A few more and he spilled hard, thick robes of cum into her mouth.
Her cheeks hollowed, puffed with the volume. She swallowed reflexively, some escaping in a slow trickle from the corner of her lips, glistening on her chin.
When the last shudder faded, Kael eased back just enough to see her.
Frustration and hunger warred on her face. Her hands were already on him — fingers wrapping around his still-hard length, tongue darting out to lap at the mess, cleaning him with slow, deliberate strokes, telling him everything he needed to know.
He hadn't pushed too far.
And so, a slow smile curved his mouth. "You're ready for the second round… yes?"
"Y-yes."
"Come back inside~"
She didn't hesitate. Fingers dragged the lingering cum from her cheeks to her lips, sucking them clean — then lower, parting her swollen folds, spreading herself open in shameless invitation.
Kael too, didn't hesitate.
He thrust back in full force, burying deep in one slick glide. She arched with a choked cry, walls fluttering around him.
That set the pattern.
The second round blurred into the third — faster, messier. Sweat soaked the sheets, bodies sliding together in hot friction.
That's continued, until at some point, she was wrecked: voice hoarse, body trembling with overstimulation, thighs slick and shaking.
"P-please… cum… inside~" she begged, words fracturing as another orgasm ripped through her… yet, her plea hung unanswered.
Kael didn't know how many times he'd already spilled. He paused only briefly, watching her flushed, swollen body take him in—
Then pulled out and painted her back instead this time.