Chronolust Temptation [18+] High S*xual Content
Ch.4 Home Loving (B)

“Fuck, Yumi,” he groaned, his hands spreading her thighs wider, opening her up to him completely. “You’re perfect—every fucking inch of you.”

She bit her lip, a flush deepening across her cheeks as she watched him with heavy-lidded eyes. “Then take me, Hayao,” she whispered, her voice trembling with need. “Make me yours—right here, right now.”

He didn’t hesitate. Shoving his sweatpants and boxers down in one frantic motion, his cock sprang free—hard, thick, and dripping with precum. He positioned himself at her entrance, the tip brushing her folds, teasing them both with the promise of what was coming. Then, with a slow, deliberate thrust, he sank into her, filling her inch by inch until he was buried deep.

She gasped, her back arching as he stretched her, her tight heat gripping him like a vice. “Oh, God, Hayao,” she moaned, her hands clutching his shoulders, nails biting into his skin as she anchored herself. “You feel so good—so fucking perfect.”

He began to move, hips rocking in a steady, relentless rhythm, each thrust driving deeper into her warmth. The room filled with the sounds of their union—the wet slap of skin, the creak of the couch, their ragged breaths blending into a symphony of lust. Her legs wrapped around his waist, heels digging into his back as she pulled him closer, urging him on.

“You’re the best man I’ve ever had,” she panted, her voice breaking as he slammed into her, her body trembling with every thrust. “No one’s ever fucked me like this—no one’s ever made me feel so alive.”

Her words lit a spark in him, a mix of pride and something darker—jealousy, sharp and possessive, coiling in his gut. “How many men, Yumi?” he asked, slowing his pace just enough to let her answer, his eyes burning into hers.

She hesitated, then grinned, a defiant edge to her expression. “Lost count,” she admitted, her tone teasing but honest. “Daichi was gentle—too gentle, like I’d shatter. Hiroshi had stamina, hours of it, but no skill, just raw power. Kaito fucked me slow, whispering dirty things while he touched me like I was art.”

Each name, each detail, stoked the fire in his chest, a searing blend of rage and desire that tightened his grip on her hips. “You’re such a whore,” he snarled, slamming into her harder, his thrusts turning fierce, claiming her with every stroke.

Her eyes lit up, delight flashing through her as she arched into him. “Yes,” she hissed, nails raking down his back, leaving hot, stinging trails. “I’m a whore—your whore. Fuck me harder—punish me for it.”

Her words unleashed him, a primal growl tearing from his throat as he gave in. He pounded into her, his cock hitting deep, striking that spot that made her cry out with every brutal thrust. “You love being my slut, don’t you?” he growled, sweat dripping as he drove into her, the couch groaning beneath them.

“Yes!” she screamed, head thrown back, pigtails spilling across the cushions. “I love it! I’m your dirty little slut—your needy fucktoy!”

The couch squeaked in protest as they moved faster, chasing release with frantic abandon. He felt the pressure building, a tight heat coiling in his balls, signaling the end. “I’m gonna cum,” he warned, his rhythm faltering as he teetered on the edge.

“Me too,” she whimpered, her pussy clenching around him, pulling him deeper as she hovered on the brink. “Cum with me—fill me up and call my name.”

With one final, savage thrust, he buried himself inside her, his cock pulsing as he exploded. “Yumi!” he roared, his voice echoing through the room as he spilled into her, shuddering with the force of his release, wave after wave crashing through him.

Her orgasm hit at the same moment, her pussy spasming as she screamed, “Hayao!” Her body writhed beneath him, thighs trembling, nails digging in as she rode out her climax, lost in the storm of pleasure.

They collapsed in a sweaty, breathless tangle, chests heaving as they held each other, the air thick with the scent of sex and the echoes of their cries. His arms wrapped around her, pulling her close as their breathing slowed, their slick skin pressed together. In the quiet aftermath, their bond pulsed between them—a forbidden thread.

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