Chapter 493: Chapter 493

I let her arms go and leaned my full weight onto her, my chest crushing her into Kayla. I wrapped one arm around her neck, pulling her close as my other hand swept the damp hair from her face. I trailed a line of burning kisses down her shoulder, following the elegant curve of her spine before straightening up to grab her by the waist. I didn’t hold back, pushing into her with everything I had left. She was leaking for me, a constant, slick flow that made every thrust sound like a heavy splash.

"I love you," I muttered, the words raw and honest. I delivered a sharp, stinging smack to her ass—the sound echoing like a gunshot in the quiet room. "I fucking love you."

"Me, now," Kayla moaned from beneath her, her hands reaching up to squeeze her own breasts. "Fuck my tight little pussy, Evan. I’m starving."

"Evan..." Mendy’s voice cracked, her breath hitching in a high-pitched whistle. "I’m close... I can’t..."

"Are you going to cum again?" I whispered into her ear, my teeth grazing her lobe. "Right here? On your friend?"

"I’m... I’m sorry, Kayla..." Mendy gasped, her body beginning to lock up. Her eyes rolled back, her fingers digging into Kayla’s shoulders. "I can’t hold it... I’m breaking... Evan!"

I didn’t give her a choice. I accelerated, my hips snapping forward in a blurring, punishing speed. That was the final straw. Mendy let out a shattered cry, her legs trembling violently as she arched her back toward the ceiling. A hot, frantic gush of her nectar erupted from her, coating Kayla’s stomach and thighs in a sticky, glistening sheen.

She slumped forward, her head falling onto Kayla’s shoulder as she went completely limp. Kayla just smiled, looking tired but triumphant, and began petting Mendy’s hair with a gentle, sisterly touch.

"Wow... that was hot, Mendy," Kayla whispered.

"Now... your turn," I grunted, withdrawing with a wet, heavy flop.

I took a second to look around the battlefield. Minne and Jasmine were curled up on the rug near the foot of the bed, fast asleep and looking utterly wrecked, their thighs still glistening with the evidence of the night. Kim and Tessa were gone, likely seeking the relief of a steaming bath to wash away the sweat. Delilah and Nala were still on the bed, passed out in a tangle of limbs right next to us.

I reached down and gently moved Mendy off Kayla, settling her onto the pillows where she immediately closed her eyes, her breathing shallow and spent. I’d worked her to the bone, and she clearly didn’t have a single spark of energy left to give.

I turned Kayla over, forcing her into a deep doggy-style position. Her massive, sculpted ass was a masterpiece under the morning light, still trembling slightly from the exertion. I lined myself up, circling the head of my cock against her entrance, teasing the tight, puckered heat.

"Such a fat, perfect ass," I muttered, my hands sinking into the firm meat of her cheeks. "I could live back here."

Kayla gave her hips a playful, rhythmic shake, making the muscle jiggle for my benefit. "It’s all yours... but only if you can make me cum again. If you’ve got it in you."

"Now, now. What’s the magic word, Kayla?"

She let out a tired, husky chuckle. "Please? Please, Master."

I pushed into her, the tight, constricting heat of her cunt wrapping around me like a glove. I let out a long, ragged moan of pure relief. Between Jasmine, Tessa, Kim, Minne, Delilah, and Mendy, I had been through a literal marathon of pleasure, but Kayla always felt like the ultimate challenge.

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- Critical Success: Kayla

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"OH, FUUUUCK!"

The reaction was instantaneous. Kayla’s entire frame seized as if a live wire had been shoved into her spine. Her internal muscles clamped down on my cock with a crushing, rhythmic violence that felt like it was trying to snap me in half. I clenched my teeth so hard my jaw ached, my fingers digging into her asscheeks until I left marks. She let out a piercing scream as she squirted, a hot, frantic flood of her release drenching the mattress and mixing with the remnants of my previous work.

She stayed like that for a few seconds, twitching and gasping, before she finally found the strength to move. She looked back at me, her eyes wide with genuine shock. I’d barely even started, and she’d already hit the ceiling.

She pushed herself up, my cock sliding out of her with a wet pop, and then she lunged at me. She tackled me back toward the edge of the bed, forcing me into a sitting position while she straddled my lap. She grabbed the base of my cock, her eyes locked on mine with a fierce, possessive hunger.

"I fucking love this dick," she breathed, slowly lowering herself onto me.

"Only the dick? Or... me as well?" I teased, though my voice was trembling from the sensation of her sliding down.

She chuckled, her hands sliding up to lock behind my neck. "Shut up and make me cum properly this time."

"Yes, ma’am."

I buried my face in her chest, my tongue lashing out to catch her stiff nipples. I sucked one deep into my mouth, biting gently as I began to pump upward, my hips meeting her downward grinds with a heavy, rhythmic force. I moved my head from left to right, lost in the scent of her skin and the sheer, overwhelming friction of her seat. Every time I hit the top, I felt her internal walls milking me, demanding more, demanding everything I had left.

I pulled Kayla closer, my hands sliding from her waist up to her shoulder blades, pulling her chest flush against mine. The friction of her sweat-slicked skin against my own was a furnace, a localized heatwave in the middle of the cooling penthouse. I was buried deep, the wet sounds of our connection echoing in the quiet of the dawn.

"You’re not getting away that easily," I grunted, my voice a low vibration against her collarbone.

I began to meet her grinds with a powerful, upward surge of my hips. Kayla let out a sharp, jagged hiss, her fingers digging into the muscles of my back as she tried to find her flow. She was bouncing with a desperate, frantic energy now, her breasts swaying and slapping against my chest with every downward plunge.

"Evan... oh, god... right there," she sobbed, her head snapping back.