Rehab for SuperVillains (18+)-Chapter 256: fragile

"Ahn~" Tila moaned, the sound raw and fragile, escaping before she could swallow it, her black eyes squeezing shut as he filled her, her walls clenching instinctively, drawing him deeper.

Kael groaned low behind her, his fingers digging into her hips as he bottomed out, buried inside her pussy, the fullness overwhelming, her breath ragged.

"You feel that?" he whispered, his voice husky, his lips brushing her ear. "You’re taking me in so well."

Tila said nothing, couldn’t, her mouth hanging open, her heart pounding like it wanted to break free.

She hated how full she felt, how her pussy throbbed around him, how much she loved it.

Her hips tilted back on their own, inviting more, a silent surrender to the fire consuming her, her black eyes glistening with unspoken need.

Kael stayed still inside her, buried to the base, hands gripping Tila’s hips like she was something he’d waited too long to touch.

His cock pulsed deep in her pussy, thick and hot, stretching her open in a way that made her toes curl and her spine shiver, a delicious pressure that set her nerves ablaze.

Tila’s head dropped forward, her breath spilling out in broken waves, her black eyes half-lidded, her wild black hair splayed across the pillow.

Her body was caught between shame and want, her pussy clenching around him, betraying every defiant thought.

Kael pulled back, slow, dragging every inch of his cock through her slick heat, the friction a torment that made her whimper.

He pushed in again, firm and smooth, filling her completely, her breath hitching, her legs trembling, her pussy throbbing. frёewebηovel.cѳm

"Still pretending you hate this?" he murmured, his voice low, a husky caress brushing the edge of her ear, sending a spark through her core.

Tila didn’t answer, couldn’t, her black eyes fluttering shut, her pussy gripping him like it was trying to trap him there, her cheeks burning with a flush that spread down her neck.

Kael chuckled, the sound vibrating through her back, a warm ripple that made her pussy clench tighter.

Then he started moving, slow, rhythmic, each thrust a deep glide, each retreat a teasing pull that built heat in her belly until she was whining under her breath, her hips shifting, seeking more, her body betraying her with every motion.

"You’re soaking me," he whispered, his voice thick with desire, his lips grazing her ear.

"Listen to you." The wet sound of her pussy sliding over his cock filled the air, obscene and intoxicating, her skin flushed and slick, her nipples tight against the fabric of her half-unbuttoned blouse.

Tila’s cheeks burned hotter, her black eyes squeezing shut, her body arching into him, her pussy throbbing with need.

The air smelled of heat and want—wet, needy, unrelenting—a heady mix that made her head spin.

Kael held her tighter, guiding her hips against his, thrusting upward as she rocked back onto him, her pussy clenching with each stroke, a desperate rhythm that set her nerves alight.

Then he slid out, the sudden emptiness a shock that made her gasp, her hips grinding back instinctively, chasing his cock.

His hand slid around her waist, turning her gently to face him, his hazel eyes burning with heat as he looked at her flushed, vulnerable face, her black eyes wide with need.

"Tila," he said, his voice husky, a command wrapped in desire. "Put it in."

Her heart stuttered, her black eyes flickering to his cock—wet, swollen, slick with her arousal—resting against her lower belly.

Her hand shook as she reached for it, her fingers wrapping around the base, his skin hot, veins thick beneath her touch.

She guided him down, parting her folds, her pussy glistening, aching, the head brushing her entrance, making her breath catch.

Slowly, trembling, she sank down, her pussy swallowing him inch by inch, her legs straddling his hips, thighs shaking as she took him, the fullness overwhelming.

Kael groaned, his hands cradling her waist, his hazel eyes dark with want.

"Fuck, yes..." he murmured, his voice raw, his cock pulsing inside her.

Tila exhaled a shudder, her black eyes fluttering closed as she pressed her forehead to his, their lips brushing, a spark of intimacy in the contact.

They kissed, desperate, slow, their mouths moving with the same rhythm as their bodies—wet, hungry, but tender.

Her arms looped around his shoulders, his hands sliding up her back, then down to cup her ass, guiding her movement, their foreheads touching as they rocked together, skin slapping gently in the warm air, breaths tangling, melting into one.

Kael kissed her again, slower, deeper, his tongue teasing hers, pulling a soft moan from her throat, her pussy gripping his cock with every downward grind, the friction a fire that consumed her.

Then she felt his hand slide down between their bodies, not to her clit but lower, tracing the wet heat beneath her slit, a single finger pressing against her tight entrance, still tender from the plug earlier.

"No—Kael—" she gasped, her black eyes flying open, her body tensing, but he kissed her deeper, his lips soothing, his breath calming her.

"Shhh," he whispered, his voice a velvet caress. "Just one finger. You can take it."

He kept moving inside her pussy, slow and deep, as his finger circled her tight entrance, slick with her arousal, teasing the idea of invasion.

Tila clenched, her hips faltering, her breath hitching, her pussy throbbing around his cock.

Then he pressed in, slow, gentle, the finger slipping past the tight ring of muscle, a sensation that wasn’t pain or shame but an overwhelming fullness that made her cry out, the sound swallowed in his mouth.

Her pussy clenched tighter around his cock, her body pulsing with pleasure, her black eyes wide with shock and need.

Kael fucked her slow and deep, his finger working inside her ass, twisting, rubbing gently, building a fire that set her trembling, her thighs locking around his waist, her head dropping back, moans spilling freely.