Chapter 143: Sasuke [6] 18+

Kael shifted without fully pulling out. He adjusted his weight so that his pelvis pressed higher against hers, the base of his cock grinding firmly over the sensitive bud at the top of her entrance with every small movement. The Coital Alignment kept him buried deep while the friction stayed constant and focused. He braced his forearms on either side of her head and lowered his mouth to hers again.

Sasuke turned her face away as far as she could. "Get off me—ahh—you sick bastard—"

He followed her mouth and kissed her anyway, slow and thorough, tongue sliding against hers while his hips began a steady, rolling grind. The wet sound of it was softer than the earlier thrusts but continuous—slick skin dragging over slick skin. Sasuke’s angry words broke apart each time the pressure on that newly sensitive spot sent a sharp spark through her.

"I hate—nngh—this—stop kissing me—"

Kael only deepened the kiss, swallowing the rest of the sentence. One of his hands slid under her lower back and tilted her hips up, increasing the contact. The grinding motion grew heavier. Every slow circle of his pelvis rubbed the swollen nub directly. Sasuke’s thighs trembled. Unwanted wetness gathered around the place where they were joined, making the friction even smoother.

"Fuck—ahh—you’re enjoying this, aren’t you?" she forced out when he finally let her breathe. "Getting off on turning me into this—"

He answered by rolling his hips harder. The wet grind filled the quiet room. Sasuke’s hands pushed at his chest, but the strength behind them was still weak. Her palms slipped on his damp skin. A longer moan escaped her throat before she could lock it down. The sound made her face burn hotter.

Kael kept the alignment for a long time. He varied the pressure—sometimes long, slow circles that made her insides flutter, sometimes shorter, firmer rocks that dragged a sharp cry out of her every few seconds. His mouth never stayed away from hers for more than a breath. He kissed her through every protest, every curse, until her lips were swollen and her voice had gone hoarse.

"I was a man yesterday," she managed between kisses, eyes glassy with anger and something else. "Yesterday—ahh—I had a dick—now you’re—nngh—grinding on me like I’m some—"

The rest dissolved into a broken sound when he adjusted the angle again and pressed down harder. Her back arched. Inner muscles clenched around him in tight, rhythmic pulses she could not control. The wet noises grew louder, filthier. Soft, involuntary "ahh—ahh—nngh" sounds slipped out of her with every grind. Kael drank them in, kissing her more deeply each time her mouth opened on a moan. ℯℯ𝘭.

Only when her legs had gone soft and her protests had turned into shaky, continuous breathing did he move.

He pulled back just enough to catch both of her ankles and push them wide and high, spreading her open in a broad V. The eagle position left her completely exposed. Kael knelt between the open legs, gripped her thighs, and drove back in with a single deep thrust.

Sasuke’s head tipped back against the pillow. "Damn you—ahh—too deep—"

He set a stronger rhythm immediately. The new angle let him sink in until his hips met hers with a solid, wet slap on every stroke. Sasuke’s breasts bounced with the force. Her hands fisted in the sheets. Angry words still came, but they were broken by the steady impact.

"You’re fucking—nngh—your teammate—your friend—ahh—what is wrong with you—"

Kael leaned forward, keeping her legs spread wide, and kissed her again while he fucked her. The dual sensation—deep thrusts and the relentless pressure of his mouth—made her walls flutter harder. Wet, rhythmic sounds filled the room: the heavy slap of skin, the soft gluck of her body taking him, the muffled curses that turned into moans against his lips.

"I will never forgive you," she gasped when he moved to her throat. "Never—ahh—you hear me—never—"

He answered with harder thrusts, the head of his cock dragging firmly along her front wall. Sasuke’s angry voice cracked. A longer, higher sound tore out of her. Her thighs tried to close, but his hands kept them locked open. The eagle position left her no leverage and no way to hide how her body kept responding—slick, clenching, trembling.

He stayed in that wide, open stance for a long stretch, fucking her with steady power while she cursed him between every moan. The sheets beneath them grew damp. Sasuke’s voice rose and fell with the rhythm—angry fragments mixed with helpless "ahh—fuck—nngh—stop—" that no longer sounded like real commands.

When her legs began to shake uncontrollably he shifted once more.

Kael caught both of her calves and pushed them back toward her shoulders, folding her nearly in half. Her knees framed her own face. The legs-up position made the next thrust feel brutally deep. Sasuke’s eyes flew wide.

"Wait—no—ahh—too much—"

He did not wait. He braced his hands on the backs of her thighs and drove into her with short, powerful strokes. The wet slap of his hips against her ass became the loudest sound in the room. Sasuke’s voice broke into a stream of overlapping noises—curses, moans, sharp cries that she tried and failed to swallow.

"You bastard—ahh—ahh—I hate this body—I hate—nngh—you—"

Kael leaned down into the fold of her body and kissed her while he kept thrusting. The position forced her mouth open under his. Every deep stroke pushed a fresh sound into the kiss. Sasuke’s hands scrambled for something to hold onto and finally settled on his forearms, nails digging in. Her walls clamped down hard around him in helpless waves.

The legs-up angle let him hit the same sensitive place over and over. Sasuke’s angry protests grew shorter and more fragmented, interrupted by louder, wetter moans she could no longer control. "Don’t—ahh—you dare—nngh—ahh—fuck—"

He fucked her through every word, the rhythm relentless, the wet sounds continuous. Her breasts were pressed between their bodies. Her breath came in hot, uneven bursts against his mouth. The anger was still there in her eyes, bright and burning, but her body had long since stopped obeying it. Soft, broken "ahh—ahh—nngh" sounds spilled out of her with almost every thrust, mixing with the filthy noise of skin meeting skin.

Kael kept her folded and open beneath him, kissing her through the worst of the overwhelm, and showed no sign of slowing.

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