Chapter 646: Virgin Act: Fake Innocence
My cock stood saluting the ceiling, throbbing like a fucking heartbeat, veins pulsing along the cock, the head glistening with preco that dripped in thick, shiny strings down to my abs.
The air in the room was heavy, charged with the musky scent of Emily’s pussy and my own desperation, my wrists still bound to the bedrest by her soaked panties, the fabric digging into my skin like a fucking brand.
Then—
Footsteps.
Slow. Deliberate. Like a fucking predator.
The door creaked open.
Freya.
Her eyes locked onto my cock before she even registered my face. The towel in her hand slipped, dropping to the floor with a soft thud, her lips parting in a gasp—fake surprise, but her eyes betrayed her. They lingered, hungry, tracing every inch of my cock, the glistening tip, the way it jerked in the air like it was fucking waving at her.
"Oh— Oh my God! Jack—!" Her voice was a breathless moan, trembling with sothing far beyond surprise. Her gaze locked onto my cock like a starving woman eyeing a feast—thick, veiny, the tip already weeping with need. Her tongue darted out, slow and deliberate, wetting her lips as if preparing for a taste.
She swallowed hard, her throat bobbing, her chest heaving as her breath ca faster, shallower. The thin robe clung to her body, damp with sweat, the fabric barely containing the swell of her pregnant belly, the way her hips had widened, the way her breasts had grown heavier, fuller—ripe.
"L-Let
help you..." She stepped closer, her bare feet silent against the floor, the scent of her arousal thick in the air—musky, sweet, fertile.
The cool air brushed over her skin, and I watched, transfixed, as her nipples hardened into tight, aching peaks beneath the robe, pressing against the fabric like they were begging to be touched. Her fingers grazed the bedrest, her nails digging in just slightly, betraying the hunger coiled inside her. Then her eyes flicked to the panties binding my wrists, and a slow, wicked smile curled her lips.
"Is my sister bullying you, Jack?" Her voice was a purr, low and dangerous, but her thoughts—oh, her thoughts—were a torrent of filth.
I didn’t need to guess. Telepathy showed
everything.
Her mind was a storm of lust, raw and unfiltered: [Fucking hell... Look at him. His cock is monstrous—thick, veiny, leaking like a broken faucet. How the fuck is this boy still a virgin? No way... unless he’s not telling the truth. But look at him—tied up, desperate, his cock jerking in the air like it’s starving for attention... And Emily kept teasing him, not letting him cum.]
[God, I want to wrap my lips around it. Feel it pulse in my mouth, taste that precum dripping down his cock. I want to ride him, sink onto him until he’s buried so deep I forget where I end and he begins... I want to see if he lasts five minutes before he blows like the virgin he claims to be.]
[Emily’s such a lucky bitch... She gets to break him in first. Fuck, I’m jealous. But if she doesn’t... if she’s too busy playing her gas... maybe I should.]
[Look at that precum... Thick, glistening, dripping down his cock like he’s already losing control. Pathetic. So fucking hot.]
[And that belly of mine... God, I’m so sensitive now. Every touch sends fire through . I bet he’d love it—fucking a pregnant woman, feeling her tight, swollen cunt milk him dry... I bet he’d cum so hard he’d black out.]
Her gaze dropped back to my cock, her lips parting as she licked them again, slower this ti, her eyes darkening with sothing feral. She bit her lower lip, and I could see the fantasy playing out behind her eyes—her, straddling , her heavy breasts swaying as she rode , her belly pressing against mine, the way her body would clamp around , milking
for every last drop.
I forced my voice to shake, playing the part of the innocent virgin. "S-Sister Freya... what are you doing here?"
She didn’t flinch. "I just asked Emily to grab sothing to wear from my room...." Her fingers tightened around the bedrest, knuckles whitening.
"I thought I’d bring you towels, but I didn’t expect to find you like this." Her voice dropped to a husky whisper, her free hand drifting toward her own body, fingers tracing the swell of her belly before sliding lower, teasing the hem of her robe. "Jack... tell ." Her voice was thick, almost a growl. "Is my sister bullying you?"
I stopped her before she could untie , my cock throbbing violently in the air, precum dripping in thick, obscene strings onto my abs.
"S-Sister Freya..." I let my voice crack, my body trembling. "D-Don’t untie ..."
Her eyes snapped to mine, wide with fake concern—but her thoughts were a filthy, desperate ss: [Oh? He doesn’t want to be free? Interesting... Maybe he likes being tied up. Maybe he likes being Emily’s little slut. Maybe he likes the idea of being used, of having no choice but to take what we give him.]
[But if he’s really a virgin... I need to know. I need to feel him inside , stretching
open, filling
up until I’m dripping with him. I need to see if he can handle a pregnant woman’s body—if he can take the way I clamp around him, the way my cunt milks him dry.]
[Fuck, I’m so wet just thinking about it. My body is made for this now—swollen, sensitive, hungry. I bet he’d lose his mind if I let him fuck
like this.]
She leaned in, her heavy breasts pressing into the mattress, her nipples so hard they looked painful. The scent of her arousal was overpowering—musky, sweet, fertile—mixing with the lingering scent of Emily’s pussy still thick in the air. It was intoxicating. Maddening.
"Tell
the truth, Jack." Her voice was soft, almost gentle, but her eyes burned with sothing dark. "I’ll handle Emily." Her hand drifted closer to my cock, her fingers hovering just inches away, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps.
I hesitated, my lower lip trapped between my teeth as I let my cock throb in the air, the veins standing out like cords, the tip swollen and weeping.
A fresh bead of preco welled up, thick and glistening, before dripping down my cock in a slow, obscene trail. My entire body trembled, my muscles coiled tight with need, my breath coming in ragged, uneven gasps. "N-No... don’t, Sister Freya." My voice cracked, the words barely more than a whimper. "I—I can’t hold back anymore..."
"I’ll go fucking crazy if I don’t get a pussy soon..." The words tore out of , raw and shaful, but I couldn’t stop them. The ache between my legs was unbearable—a deep, throbbing pulse that radiated through my entire body, making my thighs tremble, my balls draw up tight.
"Emily promised to take my virginity once we reached here... away from Victor’s reach. But she kept teasing
the whole way." My voice broke, a mix of frustration and need. "She’d touch , stroke
just enough to make
beg, and then she’d pull away, laughing while I suffered."
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