SSS Ranked Summoning: I'm An Extra With The Strongest Harem System
Chapter 48: Lovebites[R18+]

Chapter 48: Lovebites[R18+]

Mikey leaned back, exhaling slowly as a satisfied smirk played on his lips.

A lazy flicker of his gaze landed on Jamie, her expression a mixture of lingering heat and uncertainty. She was still catching her breath, her cheeks flushed, and her eyes darting away as if reluctant to meet his.

Spit

She opened her mouth, letting his load flow from her mouth to the floor as she had a slight cringe face.

she reached for a handkerchief, dabbing at the corner of her lips, wiping away the remnants of his cum and wiped the floor as well. Upon finishing this, she muttered, still keeping her gaze away from his.

"I should probably get going..." she murmured, her voice softer than before.

"...We have early classes tomorrow."

Mikey’s smirk faltered as the realization hit him.

’ Go? Just like that?’

He couldn’t let that be. The mission wasn’t complete and he had indulged to his satisfaction, but that was only half the victory. His mind reeled as he abruptly pushed himself up, his movement sharp enough to make Jamie flinch.

"No." he said, his voice firmer than he intended. Her eyes widened, startled.

"I...I mean...Stay."

She hesitated, observing Mikey slightly.

"Mikey—"

He stepped closer, ignoring the awkwardness of how amusing he looked without his pants on.

"C’mon...I don’t want to be alone tonight." he said, voice dropping into something dangerously persuasive.

"And I want to return the favor."

A breath hitched in Jamie’s throat. For a moment, she said nothing, her eyes were just fixed on him as she search inwardly, perhaps foe doubt, but there was none. He’d sounded and looked as truthful as a person simply could.

Her lips parted as though to speak, but the words never came. He could see the conflict in her gaze—the hesitation, the intrigue, the battle of restraint and longing.

"I—" she started.

"I can’t do that Mike-" However, Mikey didn’t let her finish her statement before he cut in.

He closed the space between them, his hand grazing her jaw, his touch deliberate yet gentle.

She stiffened, just slightly, then relaxed as he traced slow, lingering strokes down the column of her neck. Her breath grew shallow.

"You don’t have to go...you can just, stay." he murmured.

He tilted his head, his lips grazing the sensitive spot just below her ear, lingering there for a heartbeat before pressing a slow, deliberate kiss to her neck. Then another. And another. His breath was warm against her skin, his pace unhurried, savoring every reaction. A soft, barely-there sigh escaped her lips, and he smiled against her throat, feeling the way she shivered beneath him.

Jamie swallowed, her fingers twitching slightly at her sides as if torn between hesitation and desire. His kisses trailed lower, each press of his lips igniting a warmth that spread through her. He took his time, dragging his mouth down the curve of her neck, tasting the heat of her skin, feeling the soft rise and fall of her breath beneath him.

His hands moved with the same teasing patience—one sliding down to the small of her back, pulling her closer, while the other traced a slow, feather-light path over her shoulder, fingertips barely skimming her skin before drifting lower. When he finally cupped her breast, his touch was possessive yet gentle, his thumb brushing over the sensitive peak in a lazy, torturous motion.

She tensed, her breath catching, her hands hovering just above his skin as though unsure whether to pull him closer or push him away. He could feel the conflict in her—the tension coiled beneath her hesitation. So he didn’t rush. Instead, he let his lips return to her throat, murmuring against her skin, his voice low and rough with desire.

"Tell me if you want me to stop."

His fingers continued their slow exploration, coaxing rather than demanding, giving her space to decide—until, finally, her hands found him, clutching at his arms, her body melting into his touch.

She didn’t pull away. If anything, she melted into him, her body pressing closer as if drawn by an unseen force.

Her thighs brushed against his, soft and warm, until finally, she shifted just enough for them to meet—her supple flesh pressing against the rigid length of him. The contact sent a shudder rippling through him, heat curling low in his stomach. His cock, already thick and straining against his clothes, twitched at the friction, the sensation setting his blood aflame.

She was intoxicating. The way her thighs cradled him, plush and yielding, was like sinking into something impossibly soft—like silk and warmth, like temptation itself wrapping around him. He sucked in a slow breath, his self-control unraveling with every brush of her body against his.

Jamie’s hands finally moved, trailing up his arms before settling on his shoulders, hesitant at first, then bolder as her fingers slipped to the nape of his neck. He groaned softly at the contact, shivering when she threaded her fingers into his hair, gripping just enough to make him exhale sharply. Encouraged, she tugged him down, guiding his lips lower.

He obeyed. His mouth drifted over her throat, lingering at the delicate hollow above her collarbone before he nipped at the sensitive skin. A teasing bite, not too rough—but just enough to send a delicious tremor through her. Her breath hitched, her body tensing against him, before she exhaled a quiet, trembling moan.

His grin was dark, satisfied. He liked the way she reacted—the way her fingers curled tighter in his hair, the way her body instinctively pressed against his.

And God, he wanted to give her more.

His hand skimmed lower, tracing the curve of her waist before sliding down to cup her ass, gripping firmly as he pulled her flush against him. He wanted her to feel him. Wanted her to know just how much she was driving him insane.

" Mmmm..." she moaned softly, gently shutting her eyes as she was moved by the emotion.

His lips found her ear, his voice husky, full of barely restrained hunger.

"You feel incredible." he murmured, his fingers tightening their hold, pressing her closer.

"You have no idea what you’re doing to me."

Her breath was uneven now, her body pliant, surrendering inch by inch. And when she finally moved against him, a slow, torturous grind that sent pleasure shooting up his spine—he cursed softly, his restraint hanging by a thread.

"See?" he murmured against her skin, his lips barely ghosting over the sensitive spot beneath her ear.

"You don’t really want to go."

Jamie exhaled shakily, her breath uneven, betraying the way her resolve wavered under his touch.

"Mikey..."

His name was a whisper on her lips, half a plea, half surrender.

He kissed the spot again, softer this time, his mouth lingering, savoring the way her body reacted to him.

The way she tilted her head instinctively, offering more of herself, inviting him to claim her. He could feel the way she shivered beneath him, the way her breath hitched when his lips grazed lower.

His hands roamed greedily, sliding over her curves, tracing the full, perfect swell of her ass—firm yet plush beneath his grasp.

He squeezed, slowly, possessively, feeling how she fit so perfectly in his hands, how the warmth of her skin seeped into his palms. A low growl rumbled in his throat as he pulled her closer, pressing her into him, making sure she felt every inch of his hunger for her.

And then his hands drifted higher, fingers teasing at the hem of her sweater, toying with the fabric as if giving her a chance to stop him.

She didn’t.

In one swift, fluid motion, he pulled the sweater up, stripping it off in a single movement. And there she was—exposed, breathtaking, standing before him like a vision.

His gaze devoured her.

Her breasts, full and heavy, sat high on her chest, her cleavage deep and utterly mesmerizing. They were perfect—soft and round, yet firm in a way that made his fingers twitch with the urge to knead them, to feel the weight of them in his hands.

Her nipples, already peaked from the cool air—or maybe from the heat between them—begged for his mouth, steady and pointed right at him.

His eyes trailed lower, drinking in the smooth expanse of her stomach, toned yet temptingly soft, leading down to the gentle curve of her waist.

His breathing grew heavier.

His hands followed his gaze, one gliding up to cup the weight of her breast, his palm molding against the soft, supple flesh. His thumb brushed over her nipple, circling it in a slow, deliberate tease, feeling it pebble under his touch.

A quiet, shuddering breath escaped her lips, and he felt the way her body tensed, arching ever so slightly into his hold. His other hand gripped her hip, firm yet coaxing, pulling her closer until there wasn’t a sliver of space left between them.

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