10x God-Tier Stealing System: Pumping S-Rank SuperHeroines Daily!-Chapter 177- Ride Me

He buried his length to the absolute hilt, grinding his pelvis flush against hers as he came. His cock throbbed inside her tight sheath, spilling thick pulse after pulse of scalding heat deep into her trembling, receptive body.

She let out a muffled sob into his shoulder. Her entire frame shook, legs twitching aimlessly as her sensitive walls fluttered, coaxing out every last drop of his release.

They didn’t move.

They just lay there in the tangled sheets, locked tightly together. Slick with sweat and sex, shaking, gasping for air.

Thoroughly used. Beautifully ruined.

She barely had time to drag oxygen into her burning lungs before his muscles bunched, moving again.

Staying buried deep inside her wet heat, he hooked a strong arm under her arching back. His other hand swept beneath her knees, and with a grunt, he lifted her.

Her breath hitched at the sudden weightlessness.

The sodden heat between her legs clenched reflexively from the shift in gravity, reacting to the raw, stretching fullness of him still seated against her cervix. Excess slick dripped down the trembling inside of her thighs, leaving a cooling, sticky trail over her flushed skin.

He shifted them, kneeling on the hardwood floor. He lowered her slowly, dragging his thick length through her sensitive folds until she straddled him.

Her legs were splayed wide open, her soft weight settling onto his hard, muscular thighs as he sat back on his heels.

"Ride."

She blinked down through heavy lashes, thoroughly dazed. Trembling, her bruised lips parted with a soft whimper, but her pliant body reacted on instinct.

Her hips rolled forward, seeking friction. She slid up the thick, wet length of him agonizingly slowly, hovering near the tip before sinking her weight back down, swallowing him whole with a wet, obscene slap.

Squelch. Pah. 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

The air left her lungs in a messy, stuttering gasp.

"Aah—!"

A low groan vibrated in his chest. Large hands came up to grip the plush cheeks of her ass, his thumbs brushing her cleft.

He guided her hips as she found a rhythm, riding him in shaky, needy strokes. Her bruised knees kept slipping against the smooth floor, fighting for traction against the sheer amount of slick pooling beneath them.

Each downward drop made her soft breasts bounce, looking heavy and inviting. The dark nipples were flushed a deep, aroused red.

He leaned into her space, catching one peak and sucking it greedily into his hot mouth. He dragged a rough tongue over the overly sensitive bud, pulling a sharp, ringing cry from her lips.

"Haaah—hah—!"

She braced her slippery palms on the hard ridges of his shoulders, trying to anchor her center of gravity. But her pace grew frantic and erratic. Her thigh muscles were giving out, hips shaking too much to keep a steady beat.

"Faster," he demanded, voice thick.

"I-I can’t—" she sobbed, burying her face in his neck.

He didn’t let her finish the thought.

With an animalistic growl, he gripped her waist and flipped her over onto the rug. It wasn’t overly rough, but it was firm, leaving no room for argument.

He positioned her on her side, hooking one of her limp legs high over his broad shoulder, exposing her swelling center completely before driving his hips forward, burying himself at this new, punishing angle.

Slap. Slap. Slap.

She screamed, her short nails clawing uselessly at the floorboards. The sideways angle forced him impossibly deep, the thick head of his cock dragging directly across sensitive bundles of nerves that made her entire frame shudder without restraint.

"Fuh—haaahhh—ahhhnggh—!"

A rapid succession of moans spilled from her lips. Her voice cracked, ruined by each relentless thrust while he kept her pinned beneath the weight of her own thigh hooked high over his shoulder.

The restrictive angle had her body practically folded in half. The soft curves of her ass bounced forcefully off his driving hips with every single slam.

"You feel that?" he panted. Hot drops of sweat fell from his heaving chest, splashing against the soft, flushed skin of her trembling belly. "Right there—"

Pah. Pah. Pah.

She wailed a beautiful, broken sound. Her head fell back against the floor, jaw going entirely slack as her overstimulated body convulsed all over again.

Another heavy orgasm rushed through her system. It was fast and demanding, hitting her core so hard it physically punched the breath straight from her lungs.

Then, without a single word of warning, he pulled out.

She gasped at the sudden loss of pressure. She felt delightfully hollowed out, confused, and dripping a puddle of slick onto the floor.

But he was far from done.

He grabbed her slippery hips and rolled her over onto her belly. He dragged her up onto her battered knees, forcing her into a face-down, ass-up position.

Her thighs were spread wide, exposing her glistening pink slit from behind, while her breasts were mashed flat against the hard floor. Her weak arms buckled beneath her weight, trembling from exhaustion.

And then he aligned his thick tip and shoved back in.

Hard.

Pah!

She let out a muffled scream against the floorboards, the sound high-pitched and wonderfully helpless.

"Nnhhh—!! T-too much—!"

The soft flesh of her ass rippled from the impact of every punishing thrust. The wet, rhythmic slap of skin-on-skin echoed in the room, sounding louder now from this angle. Filthier.

His rigid cock hammered into the tight grip of her slick, swollen pussy, friction pulling at the delicate folds that were now soaking wet and stretched to a shiny, flushed pink.

His large hands clamped onto her hipbones, using them like handles. He pulled her backward forcefully to meet the deep impact of every thrust, her entire frame jolting forward under the aggressive, animalistic rhythm.

Pah. Pah. Pah. Pah.

Her face lolled sideways, a flushed cheek dragging against the cool floor. Her mouth hung open in a daze, a thin line of drool slipping past her lips as she moaned mindlessly with every deep stroke.

Her body wasn’t attempting to resist anymore. She was simply offering herself up like a banquet, entirely lost in the dizzying haze of pleasure.

His hands released her bruised hips, sliding up the sweaty curve of her spine. He twisted a fistful of her tangled hair, yanking her torso upward with a firm tug.

It forced her spine to arch like a taut bow. Her heavy breasts swung free, nipples grazing the floor before bouncing wildly with every brutal thrust, matching the cadence of her raw, uncontrollable cries.

"H-hnnnnghhh—hahh—hahh—!!"

Her voice was entirely shot. Her body felt gloriously ruined.

And still, he kept going.

They rutted like wild animals. The floor beneath them grew slick, painted with a mix of their sweat and her heavy arousal. Her sensitive body continued to quake with intense aftershocks even as he slammed mercilessly into her from behind.

Without missing a beat, he changed the angle. He pressed a heavy hand flat between her shoulder blades, forcing her chest back down while keeping her lower back steeply arched, ass begging in the air.

He pistoned in and out of her dripping wet heat like an untiring machine.

She openly sobbed. It was sensory overload.

Every thick thrust physically punched the moans out of her throat. Every connecting slap sent fresh, sloppy wet sounds bouncing off the walls.