Rehab for SuperVillains (18+)-Chapter 249: messier

Kael kissed her again—longer, messier this time, tongues brushing, mouths crashing open.

Her moan spilled into his mouth, raw and desperate.

She clenched around him, her rhythm stumbling just from the weight of the kiss alone.

He pulled back, his lips brushing hers, barely touching.

"You like being filled like this?" he whispered, voice ragged, breath catching. "So deep you can’t think straight?"

She nodded, eyes glassy, mouth trembling open.

His hand slid down her back, dragging through wet skin, finding the curve of her ass beneath the water.

He gripped tight, lifted her, then dropped her back down—harder.

She gasped, head thrown back.

A sound that wasn’t quite a cry and wasn’t quite a moan—just hunger made audible.

Again.

He did it again, rougher.

Her body jolted in his lap, riding harder now, rhythm unraveling with each thrust.

She couldn’t keep it slow anymore.

Her pulse raced.

Her panting turned sharp, shallow. Her nails dragged down his chest, carving faint red trails into soaked skin.

Kael was gasping too now, his breath breaking in bursts, hips straining to meet hers.

"You’re so fucking tight," he groaned. "Keep clenching like that and I’m gonna—fuck, Rhea—"

She didn’t answer with words.

Just let out a moan so thick and needy it made his spine jolt.

His lips brushed her ear, voice shaking. "Cum for me. Right now."

She was close.

He could feel it—her thighs quivering, pussy fluttering around him, every downstroke landing her clit perfectly against the base of his cock.

He slid his hand down, found it, rubbed it fast, tight, relentless. Her body jerked.

Then she broke.

She screamed—loud, wrecked, the kind of cry that left a mark.

Her back arched, her pussy clamped around him so hard it made him grunt, his eyes rolling shut as he held her through it.

She clung to him like she was drowning and he was the last breath left in the world.

Kael’s body was shaking, muscles tight, cock throbbing so hard he could barely speak.

"Fuck—Rhea—I can’t—"

Her hand grabbed his jaw, fingers digging into his cheek.

She kissed him, hard—biting, wet, her lips slick with sweat and steam and desperation.

"Do it," she whispered, breath breaking across his mouth.

"Cum inside me. I want it. Now."

That was it.

Kael growled, a sound deep in his throat, and grabbed her hips like he could mold her to him.

He thrust up once—deep, brutal—and came.

His whole body seized as he emptied into her in thick, pulsing spurts, each one tearing through him with electric heat.

His head fell forward, forehead against her collarbone, breath breaking apart in her skin.

They stayed like that.

Breathing into each other.

Trembling.

The water rocked around them gently, catching the last echoes of their bodies as they slowly stilled.

Rhea slumped into his chest, arms draped around his shoulders, her cheek pressed to his neck.

Kael’s hand traced lazy circles down her spine, still inside her, the afterglow thick, tangled, and heavy as the steam.

Rhea was still shaking in his lap, her pussy fluttering around him, soft and hot and clinging with every little aftershock.

Her body trembled—but her eyes burned.

Hungry. Unsatisfied. Possessive.

She shifted back, just enough to look down between them—at where they were still joined, her pussy wrapped tight around the base of his cock, swollen, soaked, twitching with the echoes of her climax.

Her lips curled into a grin.

Ferocious.

"You really think I waited all this time for one round?" she breathed, voice raw silk wrapped around steel.

She leaned in and bit his lower lip—slow, with a pinch of pain—then sucked it between her teeth before letting it go with a wet pop.

"No, Kael. You’re mine until I say you’re empty."

He barely managed a breath before she lifted herself off him, his cock dragging free from her slick heat with a sound that made them both groan. freewebnσvel.cøm

The loss hit hard.

She didn’t even give him time to speak.

She spun in the water, red hair clinging to her back, and settled again—her ass sliding back into his lap. Her hips hovered a beat.

Then she sank down.

[Reverse cowgirl.]

Her pussy swallowed him whole, inch by slow inch, until he was buried to the base again.

Her ass bounced against his thighs, and Kael’s jaw clenched.

"Fuck," he hissed, breath hissing through his teeth.

His eyes locked on the curve of her ass, the way it rippled when she moved.

Like it was made for this.

Made for him.

Rhea rolled her hips in slow circles first, drawing him in and out just enough to keep his nerves on fire.

Then she started bouncing—rising and dropping, her pussy clenching around him every time she slammed down, water slapping up her back, steam curling off their bodies.

Kael reached forward, cupped both cheeks in his hands, thumbs digging into the wet muscle, spreading her wide so he could watch himself disappear inside her.

"Goddamn, look at that," she gasped, voice trembling, breath sharp. "You missed this pussy, didn’t you?"

He groaned, couldn’t even form a word.

Just nodded, teeth gritted, eyes burning a hole into where her body met his.

"You missed how tight I get... how wet I am when I fuck myself on your cock... how I ride you like I fucking own you."

She dropped harder—hard enough to make him grunt, make water splash against the porcelain edge and spill over.

The wet slap of skin echoed off the tile, rhythmic and raw.

Kael’s hand slid up her back, tracing the curve of her spine.

When he hit her neck, he grabbed a fistful of hair and pulled—slow, firm—dragging her upright with him still deep inside.

"Fuck me," he growled, voice cracking.

Rhea’s head tilted back against his shoulder, lips parted.

"Oh, I fucking will," she hissed, then twisted her hips hard, grinding down on him until his cock throbbed painfully inside her.

She leaned forward again, bracing both hands on the rim of the tub.

Her ass rose—arched—hips tilted just enough to let him hit deeper.

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