"Do it… as roughly as you want~."
Kael's eyebrow lifted slightly at Mia's words. But naturally, he didn't shy away.
His hands tightened in her hair, guiding her mouth back down onto his cock.
No slow re-entry.
No patience.
He pushed deep in one smooth thrust, past her tongue, into the tight heat of her throat.
Mia's world narrowed instantly, down to the stretch, the burn, the overwhelming fullness.
She'd always preferred gentle sex.
She'd never craved roughness like this before.
But with Kael?
It unlocked something feral inside her.
If this was her one shot… she wanted it brutal.
Unforgettable.
Her free hand slipped between her thighs, shoving her soaked panties aside. Her fingers found her swollen folds, circling her clit in frantic, desperate strokes that matched the rhythm of his hips.
Every time he pushed deeper, her throat bulged faintly from the outside, the pain spiking into sharp, white-hot pleasure that made her eyes roll.
Breathing became a struggle.
Saliva spilled from the corners of her stretched lips, dripping in thick strings to the floor, pooling between her knees. She gagged wetly around him, but she didn't pull away.
Instead, she leaned in harder, her nose pressed into his groin, inhaling him like she couldn't get enough.
And at some point… she started adapting.
Kael felt it.
The way her throat fluttered, then relaxed just enough to take him deeper.
So he kept going.
Steady.
Ruthless.
His hips rolling with controlled force.
Mia looked less like a woman on her knees now, and more like something made to be used.
And she didn't show even the slightest displeasure.
Minutes blurred like that.
Her fingers slid lower, plunging inside herself, syncing with the intensity of Kael's movement.
Then she felt it.
Kael's cock pulsed hard in her throat, thick and heavy, throbbing like it was about to break her open. And her pussy clenched violently around her fingers in answer.
Her orgasm hit in a flood.
Hot.
Messy.
Her thighs trembled, spasms rolling through her body as her hand became soaked in her own release.
But her mind stayed locked on him.
On the moment she'd wanted for years.
On the hot cum filling her throat, rope after rope shooting straight down, leaving her gagging and swallowing greedily as her throat worked around him, milking every drop.
When the intensity finally eased, she pulled back just enough to catch the last spurts on her tongue, cheeks puffing slightly in the process.
Then, with watering eyes and a face flushed with pure bliss, she looked up at him.
Kael's expression, still controlled, still calm, but edged with pleasure, only made her wetter.
They say lust fades.
They say pleasure is fleeting.
But this moment?
This joy?
It would probably stay with her for the rest of her life.
Even the quiet sadness underneath, because this was probably only once, couldn't touch the ecstasy burning through her right now.
So Mia didn't ruin it with drama.
Not tonight.
Tonight was simple.
Lust.
Pleasure.
And Kael.
She would give him the best sex he'd ever had.
When his grunt finally faded, and the grip in his hands loosened in her hair, Mia pulled away slowly, her lips dragging along his length as if she couldn't help herself.
Cum clung in white streaks to his shaft. More spilled onto her chin, her cheeks, dripping from the corner of her mouth.
She didn't wipe it.
Instead, she wrapped her hand around his still-hard cock, her fingers barely meeting, and tilted her head back, catching her breath in shaky gasps.
Her face was a mess now.
Tears tracked down her cheeks, lashes clumped, lips swollen.
And she looked like a beautiful wreck.
Her eyes flicked to her phone on the nearby table.
Voice hoarse, cum still pooling on her tongue, she mumbled around it, careful not to let any spill.
"C-can I take a picture?"
Kael hesitated at the sudden, unexpected request.
Yet when he looked at her like this, messed up, triumphant, utterly debauched, something in him moved.
"…Sure."
Mia grabbed the phone with trembling fingers.
The poses came fast.
A peace sign with cum-streaked cheeks.
His cock resting heavy across her face like a claim.
Tongue out, showing what she still hadn't swallowed.
One with her swallowing mid-gulp, eyes locked on the camera like she was performing for him alone.
Then she closed her mouth, rolling the last of his cum slowly on her tongue, savoring it like something precious.
She swallowed in deliberate pulls.
"Delicious~," she purred, voice wrecked, before snapping a few final shots.
Kael watched, stunned.
He'd had blowjobs before.
But this?
The raw enthusiasm.
The filthy aftercare.
The way she treated his cum like treasure.
It was new.
And it lit him up hotter than before.
Something about it wasn't only arousing.
It fed something darker in him. Something that wanted more.
He reached down, hauled her up by the waist, and pulled her against him.
One arm locked around her. The other hand slid between her thighs, fingers stroking through her drenched folds, circling her oversensitive clit with slow cruelty.
His mouth buried into her still-bra-confined breasts, sucking hard through the lace, teeth grazing just enough to make her gasp.
From above, his dark hair against her chest looked almost reverent.
A grin broke across Mia's wrecked face.
Messy. Tear-streaked. Cum-glazed.
And somehow radiant.
Not drowned in lust.
Fulfilled.
Like she'd finally gotten her hands on a lifelong dream.
Even then, she remembered what was at stake.
So her hand found his cock again, stroking around the girth, slower now. Reverent… and hungry.
"Y-yes…~" she gasped as his finger slid inside her, curling deep.
Her knees nearly buckled.
And she was already about to fall apart again…
But Kael pulled away from her breasts.
Mia caught his eyes.
And in that moment, the look on her face wasn't innocent at all.
It was proud.
Like she couldn't believe she'd actually managed to do this to him.
"You…" she breathed, voice shaky with pleasure. "You always look so in control…"
Her thumb stroked over the head, and she smiled, cheeky, mischievous.
"But right now… you don't."
The teasing was obvious.
And it wasn't only teasing.
It was wonder.
Like she was watching something rare.
Kael took her words calmly, unbothered.
He knew the truth.
When it wasn't emotion and calculation driving him, when it was hunger, and instinct, and the simple pull of flesh, he became something else.
He would've liked to correct that.
But her body didn't give him room to.
Not with her fingers stroking him like she owned him.
Not with her mouth still wet.
Not with the way she looked at him like this was her victory.
So he chuckled.
Then he decided to humor her.
He leaned in, lips brushing her ear.
"Well then…" he murmured. "Let's call this your win."
Mia's breath hitched.
"You've got me right where you want me."
Surprise flashed in her eyes.
Then pride.
Triumph.
A soft, glowing satisfaction.
But Kael didn't let her bask in it.
His arms scooped under her thighs, and he lifted her in one smooth motion.
Not gentle.
Not rough either.
Just… effortless.
Like she weighed nothing. Like he could carry her anywhere he wanted.
He held her close against his chest, her bare legs hooked around him, and locked eyes with her again.
"We should move to your bedroom," he said.
It wasn't a question.
Mia answered anyway, too fast, too loud.
"Y-yes."
Her voice cracked on the edge of another moan.