Kana was still trembling beneath , her chest rising and falling in uneven bursts, the aftershocks rolling through her like waves she couldn't swim away from. Her eyes were half-lidded, glassy, unfocused—utterly at my rcy.
Perfect.
I finally released her wrists, but only so I could hook my fingers into the waistband of her panties and drag them down in one smooth pull. They joined her skirt in a careless heap on the floor.
Her legs stayed parted, her body too dazed to even think of closing them. The glistening evidence of her climax coated her inner thighs, and the sight alone made my pulse hamr against my ribs.
I leaned forward, my body pressing into hers, letting her feel exactly how hard I was through the fabric of my pants. The realization flickered across her face—embarrassnt, anticipation, hunger.
"You're ready for more?" I murmured, my voice low, certain.
She swallowed hard, then nodded. "…Yes."
That was all I needed.
My hands went to my length and I rubbed it against her heat, coating it with her juices.
Her eyes widened instantly, her breath hitching in a soft gasp. "S-Sousuke… it's… too—"
I caught her chin with one hand, forcing her to et my gaze. "It's exactly what you need."
And then I pushed forward.
The first stretch made her cry out, her hands clutching at my arms, nails digging in as her body struggled to take in. I didn't stop. I pressed deeper, inch by inch, until I was buried to the hilt inside her.
Her head fell back against the cushions, her mouth open in a silent gasp. I held still, letting her adjust, feeling the tight, pulsing grip around .
"Breathe," I ordered softly, brushing my lips over her ear. "And don't move until I say."
She obeyed instantly, her thighs trembling on either side of .
Only when I felt her loosen slightly did I begin to move—slow, deep thrusts that made her nails bite harder into my skin. Each ti I pulled back, I stopped just at the edge before pushing all the way in again, forcing her to feel every inch.
Her moans grew louder, more desperate, her hips twitching despite herself. I caught them with my hands, holding her steady so I could dictate the pace.
"That's it," I murmured, watching her face twist in pleasure. "Take all of it… all of ."
Her release had already left her so raw, so sensitive, that every movent now sent shivers racing through her. And I wasn't planning on letting her rest—not until she broke again under .
Every thrust was a deliberate choice.
Sotis slow—agonizingly slow—drawing myself out until only the head remained inside her before driving back in with the full, stretching weight of .
Sotis fast—rciless, pounding, making the couch creak under the force as her moans rose in pitch, raw and unrestrained.
Kana couldn't keep up with the rhythm. I didn't want her to.
Her hands gripped the cushions above her head like she might float away without sothing to anchor her. Every ti she thought she could catch her breath during the slow strokes, I slamd into her hard enough to make her gasp and clutch at , the shock lting into helpless pleasure.
Her hair clung to her cheeks in damp strands, her flushed skin glowing under the warm light. "S-Sousuke… I—ahh—"
Her voice broke on the next thrust, her nails scraping lightly against my back. I shifted my angle, hitting deeper, harder, until her moans turned to little cries.
"You feel that?" I murmured, my breath heavy against her ear. "That's … all the way inside you."
She whimpered, the sound shaky and sweet.
I slowed again, pulling almost all the way out before pressing back in achingly slow, watching her eyes roll slightly at the sensation. She was so sensitive from her earlier release that I could feel her clenching around desperately, trying to draw in faster.
"Not yet," I said with a faint smirk. "You take what I give you. No more."
Another deep, punishing thrust—
And then it happened.
"Ah—Daddy!" she gasped, her voice raw and unthinking.
The word hung in the air for a heartbeat. Her eyes flew wide in horror, and both hands shot to her mouth. "I—I didn't—"
I froze, mid-thrust, still buried inside her. The shock on my face was instinctive, unfiltered.
Kana's expression crumpled instantly. "Oh my god, you… you think I'm disgusting…" Her voice cracked, her breathing turning shaky. Tears welled in her eyes, spilling fast as she shook her head. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry—"
She tried to push against my chest, to twist her hips and slip away, but I caught her wrists easily, holding her in place.
"Kana—"
"Let go, please—"
"Kana, stop." My voice was firm enough to cut through the panic, and she stilled, though her shoulders still trembled.
I cupped her face, forcing her to look at . Her lashes were wet, her cheeks flushed and damp.
"I'm not weirded out," I said quietly but with full certainty. "I was just… surprised. That's all."
She blinked, confused, breath catching. "Y-You're not…?"
I shook my head slowly, brushing my thumb over her cheek to catch a tear. "Not even close. You have no idea how much I liked hearing that."
A flicker of disbelief crossed her face, chased quickly by relief. Her lower lip trembled, but this ti it wasn't from fear.
I leaned down until my forehead rested against hers. "Say it again."
Her eyes widened slightly, heat creeping back into her expression. "…Daddy."
The word rolled through like lightning. I didn't wait—my hips slamd into hers again, hard enough to make her cry out loud.
"Good girl," I growled, resuming the rciless rhythm. Slow. Fast. Slow. Fast. Each change wrung another moan from her lips, the sound less restrained now, every gasp and cry carrying that sa soft submission.
Her body was trembling, her thighs tightening around my hips as if to hold there. Her hands gripped at my shoulders, not to push away, but to pull in deeper.
"You want to finish inside you?" I asked between thrusts, my voice low, dangerous.
She nodded frantically. "Yes—please, Daddy—inside—"
I pushed her to the edge and kept her there, alternating speeds until she was sobbing from pleasure, begging in half-coherent words, her voice breaking on every other thrust.
When I finally let go, I buried myself to the hilt and spilled deep inside her, holding her hips flush against mine so she could feel every drop. Her climax followed instantly, her inner walls gripping in waves as her head tipped back in a soundless cry.
I stayed there until the last tremor faded, until her body went completely slack beneath .
When I finally pulled back enough to see her face, she was still panting, dazed, a small smile curving her lips.
She looked wrecked in the most beautiful way—hair ssy against the cushions, lips swollen, cheeks still glowing from the heat of what we'd just done.
I stayed inside her for a mont longer, my hand smoothing over her side in slow, lazy strokes, letting her feel my weight, my warmth. When I finally eased out of her, she whimpered faintly, her body twitching from the oversensitivity.
"Easy," I murmured, leaning down to kiss her temple.
Her eyes stayed closed, her body limp and pliant as I reached for the small towel draped over the back of the couch. I knelt between her legs, my movents unhurried as I cleaned her up—careful, almost reverent, wiping away every trace of our ss. She barely reacted, other than the occasional shiver when my fingers brushed too close.
Once she was clean, I tugged the blanket from the armrest and pulled it over her. Then I slid in beside her, drawing her into my chest. Her head found its place against my shoulder automatically, her arm draping loosely over my stomach.
For a long mont, neither of us spoke. The only sounds were the slow cadence of her breathing and the faint rustle of the blanket when I stroked her hair.
"You okay?" I asked quietly.
She nodded against , her voice muffled. "…Better than okay."
I smiled faintly, pressing a kiss into her hair. "Good. Because I ant what I said earlier."
She shifted just enough to look up at , her eyes soft, curious. "…About what?"
My lips curved into a small, knowing smile. "About how much I liked hearing you say it."
Her face went warm instantly, her gaze flicking away in embarrassnt. "Y-You're not letting that go, are you?"
"Not a chance," I said, brushing my thumb across her cheek. "You'll be saying it again. And next ti… you won't be covering your mouth after."
I pulled her closer, letting the quiet settle back around us. She lted into , her earlier embarrassnt softened into sothing warr, almost shyly content.
Before long, her breathing evened out completely, her body relaxing fully in my arms.
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