Chapter 98: Angela and Valentina’s Hunger

The early morning sun of Los Angeles bled through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse, casting long, golden shards of light across the minimalist luxury of the bedroom. The air was cool, smelling of expensive linen and the faint, lingering scent of high-end perfume.

Angela was already awake, though she hadn’t bothered to dress. She stood by the marble kitchen island, wearing nothing but a pair of sheer, black lace panties that hugged her athletic hips. A porcelain cup of espresso sat on the counter, the dark liquid steaming in the morning air. Her hair was a chaotic, beautiful mess, and her eyes were wide and alert, buzzing with an energy that had nothing to do with the caffeine.

She held her phone to her ear, her voice low but vibrating with a sharp, professional excitement. She was on a call with her lead coordinators, her tone brisk and commanding.

“I don’t care if the creative team is still sleeping,” Angela snapped, though a small, triumphant smile played on her lips. “Wake them up. Now. I just got the update from Jun. Hana is officially available. The legal hurdles are gone, the contract is severed, and the path is clear. I want a full PR roadmap on my desk by noon. We aren’t just doing a launch; we are preparing for a global event. I want every teaser, every leak, and every announcement timed to the second. If we miss the window of momentum, I’ll have your heads.”

As she spoke, she could feel a familiar, pulsing heat between her thighs. Every time she mentioned Jun’s name, her pussy clamped shut in a reflexive spasm, a ghost of the haptic surge she had experienced in the pods. The memory of the simulation—the feeling of being filled, stretched, and utterly conquered—had become a permanent fixture in her waking thoughts.

Behind her, the sound of shifting sheets echoed through the room. Valentina stirred, stretching her long, model-like limbs. She was completely naked, her skin glowing like alabaster in the morning light. She sat up, rubbing her eyes, her gaze landing on Angela. Valentina had heard the conversation, and a playful, knowing smirk curled her lips.

Valentina slid out of bed, her bare feet padding softly across the cold marble. She approached Angela from behind, wrapping her arms around the other woman’s waist and pressing her chest against Angela’s back.

“My, my,” Valentina purred, her voice husky with sleep. “Someone’s in a hurry. I didn’t realize you were this excited to get back to our favorite Prime Candidate. You’re practically vibrating, Angie.”

Angela stiffened, her face flushing a deep, sudden crimson. She tried to maintain her professional facade, but her breath hitched. “I am simply ensuring the business operations are handled with efficiency, Valentina. Don’t be absurd.”

“Efficiency, right,” Valentina teased, her voice dripping with irony. She nipped playfully at Angela’s shoulder, her hands sliding down to graze the lace of Angela’s panties. “You’ve been talking about ‘strategic momentum’ for ten minutes, but your heart is beating like a drum. Admit it. You’re not thinking about PR plans. You’re thinking about how it felt to have him inside you. You’re practically drooling for him.”

“I am not!” Angela protested, though her voice lacked conviction. “I am a CEO. I don’t ‘drool’ over—”

Valentina didn’t let her finish. With a sudden, predatory movement, she gripped Angela’s waist and pulled her backward, guiding her toward the expansive, silk-sheeted bed. Angela let out a small, surprised gasp as she was pushed back, her legs giving way as she collapsed onto the mattress.

Valentina hovered over her, her eyes dark with a mixture of love and lust. “You’re such a terrible liar,” Valentina whispered. In one fluid motion, she reached down and hooked her fingers into the waistband of Angela’s black lace panties, sliding them down her legs in a single, decisive motion.

Angela’s breath caught. She tried to sit up, to regain some semblance of control. “Valentina, we have a schedule… we have a meeting—”

“The meeting can wait,” Valentina murmured. She pushed Angela’s legs apart, positioning herself between them. She looked down at Angela’s glistening center, seeing the way her pussy was already pulsing and wet, reacting to the mere mention of Jun. “Look at you. You’re already dripping. It seems last night’s simulation wasn’t enough. In fact, I think you’re already cheating on Jun with your own imagination.”

Before Angela could protest, Valentina dove down. She buried her face between Angela’s thighs, her tongue finding the swollen, sensitive peak of Angela’s clit with surgical precision.

“Mmmph!” Angela’s back arched violently. Her hands flew to the sheets, gripping the fabric as a jolt of pure electricity shot through her. Valentina didn’t just lick; she began a rhythmic, swirling suction, her tongue circling the clit in a way that mirrored the exact frequency of the haptic gear.

But Valentina wasn’t finished. While her tongue continued its relentless assault, she slid two long, slender fingers deep into Angela’s soaking wet pussy. Angela let out a jagged gasp, her hips bucking upward as she felt the sudden intrusion. Valentina didn’t just hold them there; she began to curl her fingers, hooking them upward to find and massage the G-spot with a firm, rhythmic pressure.

“Ahhh… Valentina… wait… it’s too much!” Angela wailed, her voice breaking. She was caught in a sensory vice—the wet, swirling heat of the tongue above and the deep, stretching pressure of the fingers below. Valentina responded by increasing the pace, her fingers pumping in and out in a fast, driving rhythm that mimicked a piston, while her tongue continued to tease and tease the peak of Angela’s arousal.

Angela’s composure shattered completely. Her breath came in ragged, sobbing gasps, her head tossing from side to side on the silk pillow. She felt her internal muscles clamping down on Valentina’s fingers, her pussy pulsing in a desperate, rhythmic grip. She was no longer the CEO of NetFuk; she was just a woman being driven to the brink of insanity by a partner who knew exactly how to break her.

Then, as Angela reached the precipice, Valentina shifted her focus. She gave one final, sharp bite to the clit—a sudden pinch of pressure that acted like a trigger.

Angela let out a loud, unrestrained scream, her body convulsing in a massive, soul-shaking orgasm. Her muscles clamped down violently around Valentina’s fingers and face, her entire being vibrating with the force of the release. She felt the orgasm ripple through her core, a series of electric shocks that left her breathless and trembling.

As the peak slowly ebbed, Valentina didn’t pull away. She kept her fingers inside, feeling the rhythmic after-shocks of Angela’s climax, and replaced the bite with a slow, lingering lick that tasted of salt and arousal.

Valentina moved upward, capturing Angela’s lips in a deep, searing kiss. Their tongues clashed with a desperate hunger, tasting of salt and shared arousal. They tangled together on the silk sheets, their bodies rubbing against each other in a frantic, desperate exchange, skin sliding against skin as they sought the maximum amount of contact.

As they rolled across the bed, their hands wandered, each searching for the other’s center. Angela’s fingers found the wet, pulsing heat of Valentina’s pussy, and Valentina did the same. They locked eyes, their breathing synchronized in a heavy, jagged rhythm.

“Haa… Valentina…” Angela moaned, her voice a broken whisper.

Slowly, they began to move. Their fingers slid deep into each other, a simultaneous, rhythmic intrusion. They weren’t just touching; they were exploring, their fingers curling and hooking, searching for those secret, sensitive spots that triggered a flood of pleasure.

“Ahhh… yes… right there…” Valentina whimpered, her hips bucking upward as Angela hit a specific spot.

The friction intensified. They began to move in a coordinated, driving rhythm, their fingers pumping in and out of each other with a frantic urgency. The sound of their wetness—the shlup, shlup of fingers sliding through thick, aroused fluids—filled the quiet room. They were no longer just partners; they were two bodies operating as a single, pulsing organism of desire.

“I can’t… I can’t hold it!” Angela cried out, her voice rising in pitch.

“Don’t hold it… just give in… ahhh!” Valentina responded, her own breathing becoming a series of short, sharp gasps.

The tension reached a breaking point. As they felt the first ripples of the coming storm, they gripped each other tighter, their fingers driving deeper, faster, pushing each other toward the edge.

“Now! Now!” Angela screamed.

In one final, synchronized surge, they both shattered. A massive, collective orgasm ripped through them, their bodies convulsing in a violent, shared release. They clung to each other, their fingers twitching inside as their pussies clamped down in a desperate, rhythmic grip. They let out long, shuddering moans that merged into one, their minds going blank as they were swept away by a tidal wave of mutual pleasure.

Finally, Valentina collapsed beside her, her chest heaving, her skin flushed a deep, burning red. She lay there for a moment, staring at the ceiling, her limbs feeling heavy and useless, her mind a white-hot haze of endorphins. She felt a profound sense of satisfaction, not just from the physical release, but from the shared intensity of the moment.

“You know,” Valentina whispered, her voice returning to its sultry tone. “I can’t stop thinking about it. The way he moved… the way he filled us. I think we should suggest a threesome. Just the three of us. Imagine the intensity of that collision.”

Angela lay still, her eyes fluttering. The idea, which would have seemed scandalous a month ago, now felt like a necessity. She didn’t deny it. She couldn’t. “I… I wouldn’t hate that,” she admitted, her voice a mere whisper. “But the hardest part won’t be us agreeing. It’ll be convincing Jun’s women. Sora, Hana, Akane… they aren’t exactly known for sharing.”

Valentina let out a light, melodic laugh, rolling over to look at Angela. “Oh, please. We’re businesswomen, Angie. We don’t ‘ask’ for things. We negotiate. We’ll just treat it like a high-level business meeting. A merger of assets.”

Angela groaned, a small, exhausted smile appearing on her lips as she closed her eyes. She could already feel a headache forming, imagining the clash of egos and the strategic battles that would ensue. But as she drifted back into a state of languid relaxation, she knew one thing for certain: she would fight any battle, and face any headache, for the chance to feel Jun inside her again.