Chapter 921

Chapter 921: Chapter 921

Oh. Complimenting her earned me points. Hitting the 40 threshold with her also dropped a nice little reward, 200 EXP, 200 credits, and 200 Dungeon Coins. Good.

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Evan Marlowe [Level 24]

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EXP: 11500/42500

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Current Credits: 15135c

Current SC: 100

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I kept my hands on her, kneading slowly. "I’m serious. Every time you walk away from me I just stare. It’s a problem."

Kayla laughed quietly and kissed my neck again, softer this time. "You’re so easy."

"Only for this ass."

My phone started ringing on the couch beside us. I reached for it without looking, still focused on the way Kayla’s mouth had started moving along my throat. She licked a slow stripe up the side of my neck, then sucked lightly just under my jaw while she subtly rolled her hips. The thick curve of her ass rubbed against the growing bulge in my pants. My cock strained hard against the fabric almost immediately.

I answered the call.

"Mr. Marlowe," the receptionist’s polite voice came through. "Good afternoon."

"Afternoon," I managed, trying not to sound as distracted as I felt. Kayla kept licking and kissing my neck, one hand sliding down to press more firmly against my cock through my pants while she ground that perfect ass against me.

"Ms. Anotta is here to see you. Shall I send her up?"

Kayla’s lips brushed my ear. Her voice was a low, needy whisper only I could hear.

"She can wait. Fuck me. Now."

I cleared my throat.

"Oh... s-send her up in ten minutes. I’m not available right this second."

"Understood, sir. Ten minutes."

"Okay..."

I hung up. The second the call ended Kayla and I crashed into a real kiss, deep, hungry, all tongue and heat. My hands dug into her ass aggressively, squeezing and spreading the soft cheeks through her tight pants while she moaned into my mouth.

She broke the kiss only long enough to lean back and start pulling her clothes off. Top first, then the tight pants and whatever she had underneath. In seconds she was completely bare in my lap. She lifted her hips just enough to help me shove my own pants and boxers down. My cock sprang free; hard, veiny, the head already shiny with precum and throbbing in the open air.

Kayla settled back onto my thighs, looking down at it. She leaned forward, let a thick strand of spit fall from her tongue onto the head, then wrapped her fingers around the shaft and stroked slowly, spreading the wetness.

"Reeks of cum..." she murmured, eyes flicking up to mine with a small smirk. "Have you fucked one of the girls before coming here?"

"Not answering that without my lawyer."

She laughed softly, then leaned in and kissed me again, slower this time, but just as deep, while her hand kept working my cock between us.

Kayla kept stroking me for a few more seconds, spreading her spit and my precum until the entire length of my cock was shiny and slick. Then she lifted herself up on her knees, reached between us, and guided the thick head to her entrance. She rubbed it slowly up and down her folds first, coating me in her wetness, before she started to sink down.

I watched every inch disappear.

The tight, hot mouth of her pussy stretched around the head, then slowly swallowed more of me as she lowered herself. The sight alone made my stomach tighten. Her soft, heavy ass settled lower and lower until she finally took the last thick inch and sat fully in my lap, completely filled.

"Fuck... you feel different today..." she moaned, forehead dropping against mine. Her voice was already shaky. "So much... more."

I knew exactly why. The points I had dumped into Pleasure earlier were already working. The heat of her, the way her walls fluttered and gripped, even the soft weight of her body in my lap felt amplified.

Both of us let out a long, low sound when she bottomed out completely.

Kayla didn’t start bouncing. She stayed seated and began to grind instead with slow circles of her hips that kept me buried to the hilt while her clit rubbed against the base of my cock. The wet heat of her coated everything. Every small movement dragged her soft inner walls along my shaft in a way that felt almost too good.

"Fuck... Kayla..." I muttered, hands settling on the thick curve of her ass. I squeezed hard, fingers sinking into the soft flesh, and helped her roll her hips. "You’re so fucking wet already. I can feel it running down my balls."

"Because you feel huge today," she breathed against my mouth, still grinding. "Every time I move it’s like you’re pressing against everything at once. Fuck... I can feel you throbbing inside me."

She kissed me then, deep and messy, all tongue and soft moans. Her full tits pressed against my chest, nipples hard. I kept one hand on her ass and slid the other up her back into her hair, holding her close while she worked her hips in those slow, filthy circles. The wet sound of her pussy sliding around my cock filled the quiet living room.

"That’s it," I groaned between kisses. "Keep grinding on it just like that. Use this thick fucking ass to work my cock. You feel how deep you took me?"

"Mhm..." she whimpered, nodding against my lips. "So deep... it’s almost too much. My pussy’s already twitching around you."

She ground harder, a little faster, the soft slap of her ass against my thighs growing more frequent. I could feel every ridge and flutter of her walls thanks to the heightened Pleasure skill. It was like every nerve ending was turned up. When she clenched around me on purpose I actually had to bite back a louder sound.

"Fuck, do that again," I told her, voice rough. "Squeeze me. Let me feel how greedy this pussy is."

Kayla clenched hard around my cock and kept grinding, her breath coming in short, hot pants against my mouth. "You like that? You like how tight I get when you’re all the way inside me?"

"I love it. This pussy was made to sit on my cock and milk it. Look at you, already dripping down to my balls and we’ve barely started."