Chapter 427: Rotation Policy
Cel looked up at , her lips swollen and wet, her eyes questioning. "Did I do sothing wrong?"
"No," I assured her, running my thumb across her lower lip. "You did too many things right. I want to be inside you when I co."
Her eyes darkened at my words, and she nodded. "Please," she whispered. "I want that too."
I positioned myself between her legs again, the head of my cock nudging at her entrance. She was impossibly wet now, her earlier orgasm and the act of sucking
off had left her slick and ready.
"Are you sure?" I asked, giving her one last chance to back out.
She didn’t hesitate. "Yes. Please, Satori."
I pushed forward slowly, watching her face carefully for any sign of discomfort. The head of my cock breached her entrance, and she gasped, her hands flying to my shoulders, nails digging into my skin.
"Breathe," I told her, keeping my voice low and steady as I held myself still, letting her body catch up to what was happening. "Just breathe. Relax for ."
She obeyed, drawing in a slow, trembling breath that made her chest rise against mine. I felt the response imdiately—the tight, almost vice-like grip of her inner walls loosening by the smallest, most exquisite degree, giving
just enough room to press another inch deeper into her.
She was impossibly tight, the kind of tight that made the back of my teeth ache, but she was so wet for
that despite the resistance my cock sank through her with a slick, inexorable ease that made my vision blur at the edges.
"God," I breathed out, the word scraping out of
on pure instinct. I dropped my forehead briefly, jaw clenched, wrestling down the animal urge to just drive forward and bury myself to the hilt in one brutal stroke. "You’re so tight, Cel. You feel—" I exhaled slowly through my nose. "You feel incredible."
Akari had drifted to the edge of the bed at so point, drawn in by the spectacle like a moth to a particularly compelling fla. She sat perched there with her legs crossed, her erald eyes heavy-lidded and intent, watching the slow joining of our bodies with the shaless, hungry focus of soone who had entirely forgotten she was supposed to be a re observer.
"Is it her first ti?" she asked, her voice pitched low, the sultry purr stripped of its usual theatrical edge and replaced with sothing rawer.
"No," Cel answered before I could even open my mouth, though her voice ca out strained and breathless, threaded through with effort. Her nails were still pressed into my shoulders, anchoring herself.
"It is not... my first ti. Just—" She paused, swallowing hard, a fresh wave of colour flooding her already flushed cheeks. "It is the first ti with a person. And never with sothing so..."
The sentence died on her lips, swallowed by what seed to be a combination of sensation and the rare, complete failure of her considerable vocabulary.
I felt the smirk pull at the corner of my mouth before I could stop it. "Big?"
She nodded, biting her lower lip.
"Take your ti," Natalia said, surprising
with her patience. She ran her fingers through Cel’s hair soothingly. "Your body will adapt."
I continued my slow penetration, each inch drawing new sounds from Cel’s throat. When I was finally seated fully inside her, we both stilled, adjusting to the overwhelming sensation. Her inner walls pulsed around , her body still figuring out how to accommodate my size.
"How does it feel?" Skylar asked suddenly, breaking her self-imposed silence.
Cel turned her head to look at Skylar, her eyes glassy. "Full," she answered simply. "So full I can’t think."
Skylar nodded, as though Cel had confird sothing important. "Good."
I began to move, drawing out slowly before pushing back in. Cel’s hands tightened on my shoulders, her breath coming in short gasps. With each thrust, her body opened more to , her initial discomfort giving way to pleasure.
"Harder," she surprised
by saying, her hips rising to et mine. "Please, Satori, harder."
Who was I to deny such a polite request? I increased my pace, driving into her with more force. The wet sound of our bodies eting filled the room, along with Cel’s increasingly vocal moans. Her head thrashed against the pillow, her control completely abandoned now.
"Touch her," Natalia instructed, her hand moving between her own legs as she watched us. "She’s close."
I slid my hand between our bodies, finding Cel’s clit with my thumb. She jerked at the contact, a broken cry escaping her throat. I rubbed in tight circles, matching the rhythm of my thrusts.
"Oh god, oh god," Cel chanted, her body tensing beneath . "I’m going to—"
"Co for ," I commanded, driving into her harder. "Co on my cock, Cel."
She shattered, her back arching off the bed, her inner walls clamping down on
with surprising strength. Her mouth opened in a silent scream, her entire body shuddering with the force of her orgasm. The sight of her coming undone pushed
dangerously close to my own edge.
"Don’t co yet," Natalia whispered in my ear, suddenly right beside . "The others need their turn too."
I gritted my teeth, fighting against the urge to let go. Cel’s pussy still pulsed around , milking , trying to pull my orgasm from .
"Switch," Natalia said firmly, her hand on my chest. "Let soone else have a ride."
I pulled out slowly, Cel whimpering at the loss. She lay boneless on the bed, completely spent, her legs still spread open. My cock stood painfully erect, glistening with her arousal.
"Who’s next?" I asked, looking around at the remaining won.
Akari bounced slightly on the edge of the bed.
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