Chapter 75: Chapter 75
She needed no further instruction. With a low, desperate sound, she pushed her hips back, lifting her ass higher, spreading her cheeks slightly against my thighs. Her body was slick with sweat, and her asshole, already spit-wet and gaping from my fingers, was ready. The dark, tight ring stared back at me, demanding to be filled.
I didn’t waste another second. I placed the head of my cock against that wet, dark opening. The tight heat of it was immediate, a shocking velvet grip. I inhaled sharply, then pushed.
It was a slow, punishing entry. The opening gripped my cock like a fist of fire. Tessa let out a strangled cry, her fingers digging desperate grooves into the kitchen counter. I felt the skin stretch, the muscle resist, and then, with a long, agonizing slide that scraped every nerve ending, I was in. Fully. I was buried to the hilt.
"Oh, fuck!" I groaned, the words forced out of my lungs, tasting like metallic heat. The depth, the crushing, smothering heat, the utter tightness of her ass around me—it was overwhelming.
I pulled back just an inch, making her gasp in protest, then slammed my hips forward, hitting deep. The sheer force of the thrust made the counter rattle slightly. Tessa screamed, the sound muffled against her arms.
"Tell me what you want," I demanded, my voice raw and rough, echoing off the tile floor. I grabbed her waist, the skin slick under my palms, holding her steady as I set a slow, punishingly deep pace.
"Don’t stop, Evan. Don’t you dare stop," she panted, her voice cracking with need. "It’s so tight. God, you’re so big. Fuck me, Evan. Ruin me. Break this ass for me."
I complied, my pace picking up. The friction was incredible, a burning, slick heat that made my vision tunnel and the blood pound in my ears. The way she was bent over the counter, her entire ass exposed and taking my cock, felt less like sex and more like a necessary function of the universe.
My hand left her waist and came down hard, a loud smack against the round curve of her left ass cheek as I kept pounding her. The sound was sharp and immediate.
"You feel that? You feel my cock filling up your slut ass?" I muttered, leaning down to bite her shoulder, pulling her head back by a handful of hair. "You like being used like this?"
Huh? ’Slut ass’ was it? Did I really say that? I did... but fuck, it felt good.
"Yes! Fuck! Harder!" she yelled, her voice hoarse now. "Agh... shit. You love it, don’t you? You love fucking my ass? My tight asshole. Only for you."
"Hmm... yes! Fuck..."
I pulled back quickly, watching my cock slide almost completely out, leaving a wet trail on her skin, then I thrust back in, slamming against her deepest point. She cried out, a loud, pure sound of combined pain and pleasure, a high-pitched sound that thrilled me.
"Yes! I love it! Evan... oh, god..."
"That’s right," I grunted, grabbing a fistful of her hair and dragging her head back so she couldn’t hide her face in her arms. "You scream for me. You beg for every inch of this hard cock. Who owns your ass, Tessa?"
"You! You do! Your cock! It’s yours!" she shrieked back, the answer desperate and immediate.
I kept up the brutal pace, the wet, fleshy sound of skin hitting skin echoing in the empty kitchen. My hips were working like a machine, pushing deep, fast, and relentless. Every fiber of my being was focused on filling her up, on stretching her, on leaving her completely used. My other hand moved from her hair to squeeze the side of her hip, then her ass cheek, still warm from the smack.
The pleasure was a steady, burning climb. With every thrust, I could feel the tight muscles of her ass clinging to me, massaging my cock, urging me on. The slickness, the heat, the feeling of total dominance—it was a drug. I was drowning in it, lost to the rhythm and the sheer, overwhelming feel of her.
"You’re loving this, huh?" I whispered, my voice thick with lust and power. "You’ve been waiting for someone to take you like this. Someone to fill you up and leave you unable to walk."
She couldn’t speak, only moan and gasp, her fingers digging deep into the countertop, her knuckles white. Her whole body was shaking with the effort of taking me and the pleasure she was fighting. She never once told me to slow down. She wanted this as much as I did, this raw, consuming act.
My body was beginning to betray me. The frantic pace, the intense friction, the sight and feel of her ass clenching around me—it was too much. The heat was building into an unbearable pressure, an inevitable explosion that started deep in my guts and rushed down my shaft.
"I’m close, Tessa," I choked out, my voice barely audible above the sloshing sound of our bodies. "I’m cumming..."
I grabbed her hips with both hands, pulling her back against my pelvis, trapping her in my final rhythm. I didn’t slow down. I thrust three more times—hard, deep, tearing thrusts that made her scream my name, a broken, desperate plea in the quiet kitchen.
With a thick, loud groan that ripped from my throat, I released. My body locked up, trembling violently as hot, massive spurts of cum pumped into her tight anus. It felt like an ocean emptying itself. The force of the climax made my head spin. I buried my face in her hair, gritting my teeth against the sheer intensity of the release. It felt like my legs might give out, but I held on, pushing every last drop deep inside her. The burning sensation inside her ass was just... fuck. It was intense...
"Wait..." Tessa breathed. "Did you just call me a slut?"
I chuckled nervously. "No?"
"You did."
"I... you know, maybe in the heat of the moment..."
"Say that again, and I’m throwing you off this window."
"Noted."
I stayed buried for a long moment, my body limp but my cock still twitching inside her. I could feel my own heart slamming against my ribs.
Slowly, I pulled out, watching the thick, creamy cum leak immediately from her tight ass.
I left her panting over the counter, her ass twitching, a ruined, satisfied mess. I was spent, completely empty, but the feeling of power was intoxicating. She was begging and screaming for me, and I gave her exactly what she wanted. I, Evan, the vanilla guy who used to be afraid to look a woman in the eye, had just completely and utterly dominated this beautiful, hungry woman. I didn’t know how I got here, but I wasn’t turning back. This felt too good. Too real. Too much like what I was actually meant to be doing.
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Sexual Activity Completed
Partner: Threesome
EXP Gained: +72
Star Rating: 3.7 ★★★
Reason: -
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Fuck yeah. Seventy-two EXP? Good. I was finally at a level where I could have sex without relying on that oil and still rack up some points. And plus, I managed to make Jasmine cum. Tessa, not yet. But still—win was a win.
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Name: Evan Marlowe
Age: 21
Height: 179 cm
Weight: 71 kg
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Level: 4
EXP: 247 / 311
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And there was a bonus. For fucking Jasmine while she crawled toward the door, I’d picked up an extra ability point from that quest. The rewards just kept coming. Good. That meant I really was getting stronger.
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CURRENT STATS
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Strength: 2
Charm: 10
- Manipulative Charm
- Emotional Charisma
- Seductive Allure
Libido: 6
Pleasure: 3
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Unused Mastery Points: 2
Unused Ability Points: 1
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I flicked open the battered packet in my pocket, pulled out a cigarette, and lit it. Smoke curled up into the low light of the room as I walked back to the girls.
Jasmine was still on the floor, hair sticking to her forehead with sweat, her face flushed. I slipped an arm around her waist, hauled her gently up, and she groaned in protest.
"Let’s get you to bed," I chuckled, steadying her weight against me. "You’re tired, huh?"
"My ass..." Jasmine muttered, face pressed against my chest. "Feels so fucking sore. Don’t think I can sit for weeks."
Behind us, I heard the faint wet patter of drops hitting the floor. Tessa was following, my cum leaking out of her ass with every step, leaving a messy trail from the kitchen to the bedroom. She didn’t look embarrassed—if anything, she looked smug.
"You really should hold yourself back when doing anal," she said dryly. "I swear, you’re like an animal."
"I’ll try to do that." I smirked as I nudged the bedroom door open with my shoulder.
I set Jasmine down on the mattress. She sank into the sheets with a sigh, eyes half-closed, body still trembling from exhaustion. I climbed into bed beside her, stretching out, cigarette dangling between my fingers.
The mattress dipped again—Tessa sliding in on my other side, casual as ever, still sticky, still dripping. Now it was all three of us together, naked under the dim light. Jasmine to my left, Tessa to my right. Their heads rested on my shoulders like it was the most natural thing in the world.
Tessa draped one leg lazily over mine, her thigh rubbing against my cock, which was soft but twitching back to life under the friction. She plucked the cigarette right out of my hand, brought it to her lips, and inhaled deep. Smoke filled her lungs before she passed it back to me.
"Give me a drag too," Jasmine muttered, voice raspy. "I’m so tired I can’t even lift my arms, uh..."
I angled the cigarette toward her lips. She leaned in, took a drag, then let the smoke spill from her mouth, lazy and slow. I brought it back to my own lips, inhaled, and let the burn settle in my chest before exhaling toward the ceiling.
The room filled with smoke, sweat, and the quiet sound of three ragged breaths, tangled together.
"Been too long since we did this," Tessa murmured, her palm spreading over my chest, her nails grazing lightly. "Felt good."
"I know," I said, covering her hand with mine, pressing it flat against my heartbeat. "I was kiiinda beaten up by a crazed psycho, remember?"
"You heard the news?" she asked, tilting her head against my shoulder. "About that guy? Karim. I figured you already did."
"Yeah," I muttered, jaw tightening. "Kidnapped and tortured."
"I don’t wanna hear about him," Jasmine cut in sharply. "Stop it."
"Yeah. Same," I said, letting out a faint chuckle, smoke curling from my lips. Then I grinned, tilting my head toward both of them. "Round two?"
"No anal," Jasmine said instantly, lifting one hand lazily like she was swearing an oath. "No. Anal. Nope. No, no, no."
"Fineee," I groaned dramatically. "How about you, Tessa?"
She smirked, voice teasing, daring. "Sure. You stretch my asshole to your heart’s content."