Gon's Harem System
Chapter 151: She’s on his laps (18+)

Chapter 151: She’s on his laps (18+)

Ana’s fingers fumbled at the hem of his shirt, tugging it upward with an eagerness that made him smirk against her lips

He lifted his arms, letting her peel the fabric away, revealing a lean, muscled frame earned from more than just idle days

The shirt hit the floor, and she didn’t hesitate, her lips brushing his jaw in a featherlight kiss

She began to trace his body with her mouth, trailing soft, deliberate pecks, starting at his face, lingering on the sharp line of his cheekbone, then dipping lower

Her kisses danced across his collarbone, warm and teasing, before sliding to his chest, each one a quiet mark from a maid who loved to explore

Her lips found his nipple, sucking gently at first, testing him

A sharp jolt of pleasure shot through Gon’s body, unexpected and electric, pulling a low hiss from his throat

Ana caught it, her eyes flicked up, noting his reaction, and a mischievous glint sparked in them

She latched on more eagerly now, sucking with purpose, her tongue flicking against the sensitive skin

Her hand slid to the other nipple, fingers rolling it with a deft touch, and Gon’s breath hitched, his chest tightening under her skillful play

She kept at it for a while, her dark hair spilling over his skin, her focus pulling quiet sounds from him he hadn’t meant to let slip

Eventually, her hand wandered, trailing down the firm plane of his trunk

Her fingers brushed over the ridges of muscle, exploring with a curiosity that matched her adventurous streak, until they dipped lower

She slipped them beneath the waistband of his trousers, finding his rod, big, thick, stirring under her touch

She wrapped her hand around it, marveling silently for a moment, her grip light but confident

"So huge," she breathed, her voice a mix of awe and delight, "and it always surprises me, Master Gon, even though I should be used to it by now."

Her thumb brushed along its length, tracing it like it was new to her, despite their shared moments

Gon chuckled, the sound rumbling low in his chest, warm and amused

"You say that every time, Ana," he teased, his hand resting on her thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze

His authority lingered in the gesture, but it was softened by fondness, a man enjoying his lover’s quirks

She grinned up at him, unapologetic, her large ass shifting in his lap as she adjusted herself

Her touch grew bolder, stroking him now, and he leaned back slightly, letting her take the lead for a moment

The candlelight flickered over them, casting their shadows against the stone wall, two lovers tangled in a space that was theirs alone, free of the world outside

Ana’s fingers brushed the head of Gon’s rod, teasing it with a light, deliberate touch

A low moan slipped from his lips, involuntary and rough, as she circled the tip with her fingertips

She grinned at the sound, her eyes flicking up to meet his, playful and knowing

She caught the bead of precum that had formed and rubbed it around the head, spreading it slowly until it gleamed glossy and shiny in the candlelight

He groaned, the sound deeper now, his hands tightening on her waist as she worked him with that maddening patience

She wasn’t done teasing

Her fingers trailed down his rod, running along its length with the faintest pressure, barely grazing the skin

Gon groaned again, this time tinged with frustration, his hips shifting slightly beneath her

"Ana," he muttered, his voice a mix of command and plea, but she only smiled wider, reveling in the game

She leaned forward, abandoning his nipple, still tingling from her earlier attention, and pressed her lips to his instead

The kiss was warm, eager, her tongue slipping past his lips as she took control of his mouth

Her hand tightened around his rod, no more teasing now

She began to stroke him, firm and steady, and pleasure washed over him like a wave, pulling a louder moan from his throat

His head tipped back slightly, breaking the kiss for a moment as he caught his breath, but she chased his lips, kissing him harder

Her grip was sure, her rhythm relentless, and he could feel the heat building under her touch, his body responding to her in ways he couldn’t hide

Ana pulled her hand back suddenly, and he opened his eyes, a flicker of confusion crossing his face

She held his gaze, then spat into her palm, the act bold and unhesitating

The sight of it stirred him more than he’d admit, and before he could say anything, she slipped her hand back into his trousers

Her lubricated fingers wrapped around his rod again, and she began to jerk him with purpose

He moaned fully now, the pleasure sharper, more intense, as her spit made every motion slick and smooth

The friction eased, the sensation fluid, and his breath came faster, ragged at the edges

"Better?" she asked, her voice perky but low, a maid testing her limits with a man she knew too well

He managed a chuckle, rough and strained, his hand sliding up her back

"Much," he said, his tone warm but carrying that quiet authority she always bent to

She beamed, her hand moving faster now, the lubrication letting her glide effortlessly along his length

His rod pulsed under her touch, and he groaned again, louder, his control slipping as she drove him higher

Her lips found his once more, kissing him through his moans, her free hand bracing against his chest

The room felt smaller, the air thick with their shared heat, the candlelight flickering over their tangled forms

She jerked him with a rhythm that felt almost instinctive, her spit-slicked hand working him with a fluidity that left him dizzy

Pleasure coiled tight in his gut, and he gripped her tighter, his fingers digging into her skin as he fought to keep some semblance of command

"Ana," he rasped, her name a warning and a surrender all at once

She giggled softly against his mouth, undeterred, her hand relentless

The slick sound of her movements filled the space between them, and he let himself fall into it, moaning freely now, lost to the maid who knew exactly how to unravel him