Gon's Harem System
Chapter 179: In his room 2(18+)

Chapter 179: In his room 2(18+)

"Lena," he murmured against her mouth, voice low and thick, "you’re driving me crazy...let me show you."

Another lie, sweet and slick, sliding off his tongue like honey, but she didn’t call it out.

Her hands tightened on his shoulders, fingers digging into the muscle, and she sank onto the cot, pulling him down with her.

The thin mattress dipped under their weight, a faint creak cutting through the quiet of the room, and he followed her lead, the heat of her body a magnet he couldn’t resist.

The air was warm, heavy with the day’s trapped heat, and the moonlight from the narrow window cast a pale glow over her, catching the flush creeping up her neck.

He didn’t waste time, his hands tugged at her shirt, fingers hooking under the hem and peeling it up, the rough fabric catching briefly before sliding off her arms.

She was warm under his palms, her skin soft and alive, a faint sheen of sweat glistening where the light hit.

She fumbled with his tunic, her hands clumsy in their haste, yanking it over his head, and he grinned, that smirk never leaving, sharp and unshaken, even as her nails raked down his back, leaving hot trails he’d feel later.

It was quick, heated, no room for finesse, just raw want driving them.

She fell back against the cot, and he followed, his weight pinning her, the mattress groaning under them as he pressed her flat.

His hands moved to her pants, working the ties loose with quick, practiced pulls, and she arched under him, hips lifting to help, her breath coming fast and shallow.

He shoved the fabric down her thighs, past her knees, and she kicked it off, leaving her bare beneath him.

He paused, just a beat, taking her in, her chest rising and falling, the curve of her collarbone sharp in the dim light, her boobs full and soft, begging for his touch.

He dipped his head, lips finding her collarbone first, kissing the ridge of bone with a slow, deliberate press.

His mouth was warm, wet, trailing down the line of it, tasting the salt of her skin as he went.

She shivered under him, a soft moan slipping out, low, breathy, vibrating in her throat, and her hands slid to his shoulders again, gripping tight.

He moved lower, kissing the hollow where her collarbone dipped, then down to her chest, his lips brushing the swell of her breast.

He took one in his mouth, sucking gently at first, his tongue flicking over the nipple, teasing it to a peak.

She gasped, a sharp, needy sound, her back arching off the cot to press herself closer.

His hand found her other boob, fondling it, fingers kneading the soft flesh, rolling the nipple between his thumb and forefinger, pinching just enough to draw another moan from her, louder this time, ragged at the edges.

Her body moved under him, restless, her hips shifting, legs parting wider, and he felt the heat of her core against his thigh, wet and slick as she ground into him.

The friction sent a jolt through him, her arousal soaking through his pants, and he sucked harder, teeth grazing her nipple lightly, making her squirm.

"Lena," he muttered, voice muffled against her skin, "you’re perfect, I’ve wanted this too long."

More smooth lies, but they worked, she melted under him, her moans softening into a needy hum, her hands clawing at his sides, urging him on.

Her hips rocked harder, grinding her wet core against his leg, a desperate rhythm that matched the quickening of her breath.

He could feel her slickness, the heat of her seeping into him, and it stoked the fire in his gut.

His hand kept working her boob, teasing the nipple with slow, firm circles, while his mouth moved to the other, sucking deep, tongue swirling, drawing out a string of moans, each one higher, more broken than the last.

Her body writhed, thighs trembling as she pressed herself into him, her nails digging into his back, sharp and insistent.

She gasped his name "Gon" half a plea, her voice cracking as his teeth grazed her again, a light nip that made her jolt.

He hushed her with a kiss to her chest, lips brushing the valley between her boobs before trailing back up to her collarbone, kissing the skin there with a slow, open-mouthed drag.

Her hands slid down his sides, frantic, tugging at his pants, and he grinned against her, that smirk still there, unshakable.

He shifted, giving her room to work, and she shoved the fabric down just enough, freeing him.

Her legs parted wider, welcoming, and he pressed himself closer, his thigh still slick from her grinding, her heat radiating against him.

He fondled her boobs again, both hands now, kneading them as he kissed her collarbone one last time, then moved back to her mouth.

The kiss was rough, hungry, all the restraint from the hall gone, replaced by a raw edge that matched the ache building in him.

She matched him, lips parting fast, her tongue brushing his in a bold, wet slide that sent a shiver down his spine.

Her moans muffled against his mouth, soft and desperate, and her body kept moving, hips rolling, chest pressing into his hands, every shift a plea for more.

He teased her nipples again, pinching lightly, and she arched harder, a sharp cry breaking free before he swallowed it with another kiss.

Her hands clawed at his back, nails raking new lines as she ground into him one last time, her wet core leaving a hot, slick trail on his leg.

He could feel her trembling, her breath fast and uneven, her boobs heaving under his palms as he kept fondling them, teasing the peaks until she was a mess of moans and shudders.

"Gon," she gasped again, her voice a broken thread, and he pressed her back fully, her calves already braced against the cot’s edge.

The mattress creaked under them, a sharp groan as he shifted his weight, pinning her there, ready to take it further.

His smirk stayed, sharp and sure, even as her body begged beneath him, every moan and movement a testament to how far she’d let him go.