Rehab for SuperVillains (18+)-Chapter 248: microdoses

Rhea was watching his face like a drug dealer gauging her favorite addict, feeding him microdoses of ecstasy, knowing the explosion would come soon—and hard.

He kissed her again, then her cheek, then lower—jaw, neck—his lips dragging along her throat like he wanted to mark her.

"You’re not playing fair," he growled softly, biting just below her ear.

"I’m not here to play fair," she replied, her voice breathless but sharp. "I’m here to fuck."

Kael’s cock jerked against her.

Her body pressed closer, her pussy sliding along the head again, pushing just hard enough to make them both shiver, then pulling back, a rhythm of cruelty and seduction. Her breath was ragged now, too, but she was holding the reins.

Then he slid his hand up from her ass, underwater, to her breast. He cupped it, thumb brushing her nipple once—slow, light, enough to make her inhale sharp.

She arched toward the touch, her eyes fluttering closed for a beat. Then he circled again. Slower. Watching her lips part, her breath catch, her thighs tighten around him.

When he leaned in to suck her nipple into his mouth, her entire body shuddered.

"Kael..." she gasped, her voice trembling, breaking into a moan.

His tongue flicked her nipple, then flattened over it, warm and slick, his lips dragging around the swollen peak. He sucked, firm and slow, letting her feel every inch of his mouth around her. Her fingers twisted in his hair, harder now, her pussy grinding more wildly against his cock.

He moved to the other breast, his mouth claiming it just as fiercely. His other hand slid around her waist to the small of her back, steadying her as she started to lose rhythm, her movements more frantic, hungry.

She was panting now.

Her moans soft but rising, helpless and hot, echoing off the tile in bursts between steam and kiss.

Her pussy clenched, untouched, still empty—but dripping, aching, grinding harder and harder against him like she could force his cock inside by sheer will.

Kael’s breath hitched, voice cracking with restraint. "Rhea... fuck—let me in."

She grabbed his face, yanked his gaze to hers, her breath hot against his mouth, her eyes sharp with heat and possession.

"Oh, you’ll get in," she whispered, slow and wicked, "but you won’t get to come... not until I’m done with you."

And then she started to grind.

Between her thighs, his cock twitched, the swollen head nudging between her slick folds, catching slightly on her entrance before slipping back down.

She began to move—hips rolling with slow, instinctive hunger.

Her pussy dragged along his shaft, parting around him, painting him with arousal.

It was slow.

Torturous. Wet. Delicious.

Kael’s breath stuttered in his throat.

He could feel her heat even through the water, that pulsing, greedy throb of her pussy rubbing down his length like a promise she wasn’t ready to keep.

"You’re teasing me," he muttered into her chest, lips brushing her skin, his teeth grazing the swell of her breast just above the water.

Rhea’s mouth curved into a smirk, her eyes half-lidded and dark with control.

"You can take it."

Kael’s fingers flexed at her hips, tightening, controlling the drag of her body against his cock.

He pressed her down again, forced her up—guiding her rhythm like a cruel metronome.

Her clit skimmed the head each time, sending a shudder through her that made her gasp.

"Feel that?" he whispered, his voice barely a thread of breath.

She nodded, trembling, lips parted, pupils blown wide.

"Want it?"

A breathless, wrecked, "Yes."

But he didn’t give it to her.

Not yet.

He kept her there—grinding, clit dragging over the thick ridge of him, her folds parting and sliding but never taking him in.

His hands gripped her tighter, kept her locked in that slow torment.

She whimpered into his mouth when he kissed her, her voice high and helpless, hips faltering under the strain.

"Please..." she whispered, like it physically hurt to ask. "Kael, I need you inside me."

He said nothing.

Just reached down between them, his fingers curling around the base of his cock, heavy and slick beneath the surface.

He lifted it, aimed the head to her slit—just barely brushing her entrance, letting her feel the heat, the thickness, the inevitable.

Rhea gasped.

Her hips jerked instinctively, thighs trembling.

Kael looked up at her, eyes burning under heavy lids.

"Do it, Rhea," he said, voice ragged. "You take me."

Her gaze didn’t waver.

And then—slow as breath, inch by aching inch—she sank down.

His cock split her open, stretching her around him, the thick pressure of him dragging a cry from her throat as he filled her.

Water surged up around them, waves slapping the tub’s edge, steam rising in ribbons as her body took him.

Deeper.

Deeper.

Until she bottomed out with a choked sob, buried full in his lap, her thighs quivering, her nails digging into his shoulders. Her pussy clenched around him like it didn’t want to let go.

Kael bit his lip hard, head falling back, groaning. "Fuck, you feel... goddamn."

Rhea stayed still—shaking, adjusting, savoring the stretch of him buried so deep inside her. Her body hugged every inch, wet and throbbing and perfect.

Then she moved.

Slow.

So slow.

Her hips rolled in slow, wet circles, dragging herself up just enough to let him feel the suction of her pussy clinging to his cock, then sliding back down, wet heat swallowing him whole.

Kael’s hands never left her—one arm wrapped tight around her waist, holding her to him like something he couldn’t afford to lose, the other tangled in her damp red hair, anchoring her as she rode.

Her tits bounced with each glide, brushing his chest, nipples grazing his skin.

Every time she dropped, a soft gasp escaped her lips, breath catching in her throat like it hurt not to cry out louder.

The sound of her slick folds sliding over his cock echoed under the steam—sticky, obscene, soft as silk being torn apart.

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