10x God-Tier Stealing System: Pumping S-Rank SuperHeroines Daily!-Chapter 174 - Feeling How Warm She Is

It was so hot. So incredibly wet.

His rough tongue dragged aggressively over the tight, sensitive bud. He flicked the peak once, and then began sucking on her flesh hard enough to make her entire heavy chest physically jerk upward with the suction.

She grabbed his broad shoulders. Her fingernails dug sharply into his muscles. She was maybe, instinctively, trying to pull his head away, but she didn’t actually put any real strength into the effort.

Her toned arms trembled violently, her spine arching beautifully off the bed. And he just stayed right there—his warm lips perfectly sealed around her sensitive nipple, sucking in a slow, deep, incredibly greedy rhythm, acting like he was desperately drinking from her.

His other free hand went to work on her second, neglected breast now, making sure it didn’t feel left out of the fun.

His thumb began brushing roughly over the untouched, aching nipple while his wet mouth continued to absolutely worship the first. Suck. Lick. Flick.

He repeated the dirty rhythm again and again until she was openly gasping, her thick body twisting restlessly under his heavy weight. Her muscular legs were clenching together, acting like she didn’t even know what to do with the overwhelming sensation flooding her crotch.

"W-Wait... nghh— s-stop," she whimpered breathlessly. But her tone was so broken and needy, it didn’t even sound like she actually meant the word.

And he could easily feel it. Her squirming body was being entirely honest with him, even if her stubborn voice wasn’t quite there yet.

He pulled back from her chest for just a second. The abused nipple was soaking wet and flushed a deep, angry pink. A soft, obscene pop echoed as it slipped from his mouth.

His lips were slick with her taste, his strong chin visibly glistening with the wet mess of it all.

He looked up at her flushed face, his breathing noticeably heavy. A dark, arrogant smirk was half-there on his lips. "You taste... incredibly warm."

Then, he dove right back in.

He didn’t stop at just simple sucking. His mouth worked her flesh like it had a dirty mind of its own—his warm lips dragging slowly across her skin, his tongue swirling around her stiff nipple in lazy, incredibly wet circles.

Every deep suck he took made her thick body jolt. It made her muscular thighs tense even tighter around his grinding waist.

Her hands were still gripping his shoulders, but the nature of the hold had entirely changed—she wasn’t even pretending to push him away anymore. She was just holding on for dear life. Pulling him closer. Acting like she desperately needed to anchor herself to his body or she’d simply float away into the pleasure.

He dragged the heavy latex suit down even further with his free hand—he didn’t even bother looking away from her chest while he did it. He just reached blindly, gripped the thick fabric by her curvy hip, and forcefully peeled it right past her waist with one smooth, aggressive pull.

And with his other hand, he fully grabbed her free, bouncing breast. The one his mouth wasn’t currently working on.

She gasped. A sharp, loud sound.

It was like the sudden, rough contact shocked her system. Like even though she logically knew exactly what was happening, her overwhelmed body was still desperately trying to keep up with his relentless pace.

He squeezed the heavy flesh slowly—rough enough to make her squirm under him, but not quite enough to cross the line into real pain. His long fingers dug deeply into the softness, then shifted their grip, and then he sharply pinched.

Right on the sensitive peak of the nipple.

"A-ah—!!"

That needy noise came out of her mouth way too fast, and way too loud.

She instantly clamped her gloved hand over her own mouth, her eyes wide, acting like she couldn’t even believe such a dirty sound had just come from her own throat.

He laughed. It was a low, dark rumble vibrating right against her bare chest. His hot breath heated her slick skin as he suddenly switched targets—his wet mouth leaving one flushed, abused breast before smoothly moving right over to the other.

The exact one he had just pinched.

He sucked that one even harder. His warm lips sealed tightly around the entire swollen, aching peak. His rough tongue pressed flat against the bud before curling tightly, dragging up the side of it in a slow, agonizingly teasing motion.

Her wide hips bucked up off the bed once.

Completely uncontrolled.

Her thick legs instinctively tried to close together to chase the friction, but he was firmly wedged between them now. He was locked in tight, his heavy hips pressing forward aggressively, giving her just enough friction to constantly remind her that he was still fully clothed—and still incredibly, painfully hard against her crotch.

"You doing okay?" he mumbled thickly against her warm skin.

She didn’t answer him with words. She just nodded her head. Barely.

Her plush lips were parted wide, her massive chest heaving erratically like she was literally drowning in the thin air. Her violet eyes were totally glassy—she wasn’t crying, but she was blinking way too fast, clearly fighting back far too much heat building behind her eyes.

He pulled back just enough to look down at her beautiful, messy state again. His fingers were still gently, rhythmically rubbing over the soft underside of her heavy breast, acting like he simply couldn’t bear to let the flesh go.

"You’re shaking all over," he whispered, his dark eyes searching hers. "Do you want me to stop?"

She bit down hard on her swollen lower lip. She shook her head.

No words. Just that frantic, little head shake of total denial.

"Good," he breathed heavily.

Then he leaned his head down again—but not to her chest this time. He moved lower. To her soft stomach. Her bare, pale skin.

The heavy latex suit was completely bunched up around her wide hips now. Her panties were still on, but just barely clinging to her curves.

He kissed her bare belly. Open-mouthed, incredibly warm. His tongue slid out to lazily taste the thin, sensitive line of skin trailing just below her navel.

Her entire thick body jolted on the bed.

And when she finally made a sound this time, it wasn’t a sharp gasp. It was a soft, wet, utterly broken whine. It sounded almost pleading.

"Mnnh... d-don’t go any lower..."

He paused his movements. His dark eyes flicked up to meet her panicked gaze.

But his large hands absolutely did not stop moving—his thumbs began tracing the wide flare of her hips. They slowly slid over the thin elastic band of her panties now, pushing downward gently, physically testing her limits to see if she’d actually stop his hands.

She didn’t.

She just bit down even harder on her own abused lip, her eyes fluttering shut.

So, he pulled the fabric down. Slow. Inch by agonizing inch.

Exposing more of her pale, flawless skin. More of her radiating heat. More of her helpless, full-body trembling. Her erratic breath hitched sharply again when the cool air of the room finally kissed the slick, bare skin between her spread legs.

And she moaned.

Small. Entirely helpless. It sounded like something deep inside her had already completely let go of her famous pride, and she honestly didn’t know how to pull it back anymore.

He smiled. It was a soft, but incredibly dangerous look.

"You’re so damn warm down here," he murmured, his voice thick with raw heat and dark promises. "And I haven’t even touched you properly yet..."

But he absolutely would.

And he was going to take his sweet time doing it.