Rehab for SuperVillains (18+)-Chapter 257: tighter

The tension coiled tighter, her pussy fluttering, her body shaking as she neared the edge.

"Kael..." she moaned, loud, raw, her black eyes glistening, her hips jerking, her pussy and ass pulsing in sync.

Then she shattered, her orgasm hitting like a tidal wave, her pussy milking his cock, her ass squeezing his finger, her body jerking as she cried out his name, a loud, unrestrained scream that echoed through the room, raw and honest, her black eyes squeezing shut, her world consumed by blinding white heat.

Kael thrust up once, deep, brutal, and came with a guttural groan, pulling her down onto his cock as he spilled inside her pussy, hot spurts filling her, thick and deep, his arms locking tight around her back as if he couldn’t let go.

His hazel eyes fluttered shut, his breath ragged, his cock pulsing with each release.

Tila collapsed against him, boneless, panting, her face pressed into his shoulder, her black eyes hazy, her pussy still fluttering around his cock.

The water stilled, the air cooled, their bodies joined, pulsing with the last echoes of pleasure.

Kael kissed her temple, his lips soft, a tender gesture that made her heart stutter.

She didn’t pull away, didn’t complain, didn’t move to clean up or run or hide or pretend.

She rested there, his cock still inside her pussy, his arms around her, her heart racing, the warmth enveloping her—his skin, his breath, the quiet intimacy of the moment.

And she didn’t mind, didn’t mind the warmth everywhere, the safety, the connection, the love she felt in his embrace.

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Sunlight crept across the sheets, warm and slow, casting golden veins over the tangled fabric.

The room smelled of sex—musky, heady, soaked into skin and linen, a lingering echo of the night’s passion.

Tila stirred first, her breath shallow, her black eyes fluttering open, her body sore in all the right places—hips aching, thighs stretched, and Kael’s cock still nestled deep inside her pussy, thick and semi-hard, a constant, intimate pressure.

Her first reaction was a jolt of panic, her muscles tensing, ready to pull away, to pretend the night’s surrender never happened.

But Kael’s arms were around her, one wrapped beneath her ribs, the other draped across her waist, his hand splayed possessively over her belly, holding her close.

His warmth seeped into her, a furnace against her back, his steady breaths a rhythm that made her heart race, her pussy clenching faintly around him.

Worse was the quiet satisfaction humming in her core, her pussy sore yet wet, not uncomfortable but full—emotionally, physically, a completeness that made her scowl at herself.

"Stop thinking," Kael mumbled behind her, his voice rough with sleep, his lips brushing her shoulder, a soft caress that sent a shiver through her. "You’re doing that scowly thing."

"I’m not scowling," Tila muttered, her black eyes narrowing, her cheeks puffing out in frustration, her pussy tingling despite her defiance.

"You’re absolutely scowling," he said, his voice warm, teasing, his grin audible as he pressed another kiss to her shoulder, his breath hot against her skin.

Tila rolled her eyes, trying to wriggle forward, but the movement only heightened her awareness of him—his cock still buried in her pussy, thick and warm, stretching her in a way that made her breath catch.

She froze, her black eyes widening, her pussy clenching instinctively. Kael grinned against her neck, his voice a low purr.

"Still warm. God, I love how you clench when you get annoyed."

"I’m going to stab you," she growled, her voice sharp but trembling, her cheeks flushing crimson, her pussy throbbing faintly.

"Mmm," Kael murmured, kissing her shoulder again, his lips lingering, a tender spark that made her heart stutter. "I’ll die happy."

Tila twisted, just enough to glare back at him, her black eyes blazing.

His hair was tousled, his hazel eyes heavy with sleep but gleaming—too smug, too handsome for the morning light.

"You’re still inside me," she said, her voice a mix of accusation and embarrassment, her pussy pulsing around his cock.

He smirked, his hazel eyes glinting with mischief. "You didn’t push me out."

She opened her mouth, closed it, huffed, her black eyes flickering. "I was asleep."

"I’m not a hostage," he teased, his voice playful, his hazel eyes warm. "You could’ve climbed out of bed. Pushed me off. Screamed. Nothing?"

"You’re disgusting," she muttered, her cheeks burning, her pussy clenching involuntarily, betraying her words.

"And you’re still wet," he murmured, his fingers brushing her inner thigh, slow and maddening, grazing the sensitive skin near her pussy, sending a jolt through her.

"Do you always wake up soaked, or is that just for me?"

Tila’s breath hitched, her black eyes widening, her body tensing as a flush spread down her neck.

She smacked his arm, the gesture weak, more playful than angry.

"Get out of me."

"Say please," he said, his voice a husky challenge, his hazel eyes gleaming.

Her whole body flared red, her black eyes blazing with defiance.

"I hate you," she growled, but her voice trembled, her pussy throbbing around his cock.

Kael pulled back slowly, his cock sliding from her pussy with a wet, lazy drag that made her bite her lip, a soft whimper escaping her throat, her pussy aching at the sudden emptiness.

"Liar," he said, his voice low, teasing, his hazel eyes locked on her flushed face.

Tila rolled away, sitting up with her legs stiff, her thighs still trembling faintly, her pussy sore but tingling.

She reached for the sheets, dragging them over her chest, her black eyes avoiding his, her wild black hair a tangled mess.

Kael watched, propped on one elbow, his hazel eyes warm, his grin playful.

"Your panty’s halfway across the room, by the way," he said, his voice light.

"And whose fault is that?" Tila shot back, her black eyes narrowing, her voice sharp but laced with a reluctant amusement.

"Yours. You wore it," he teased, his hazel eyes glinting at her.