SSS Ranked Summoning: I'm An Extra With The Strongest Harem System
Chapter 49: Drip[R18+][Bonus]

Chapter 49: Drip[R18+][Bonus]

’Gorgeous.’

Mikey’s breath caught as he took in the sight of Jaime. The soft glow of the room cast gentle shadows over her body, accentuating every curve, every delicate slope. His fingers traced a slow, reverent path up her arm, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath his touch.

Jamie shivered, her lips parting slightly, but she didn’t pull away. If anything, she leaned closer. Her succulent thighs still brushed against his cock causing a low hum of heat spread through his veins.

She was intoxicating—the way her body molded against him, the way her breath hitched at his touch. It just felt all too good.

Her hands hesitated at first, barely ghosting over his skin before finally gripping his shoulders.

His hand gripped her hip, pulling her closer, pressing her against him. He could feel her warmth, the tension in her body, the silent plea hidden in the way she clung to him.

But then—a sudden sound.

Shriek

A soft, startled gasp as Jamie stiffened, her hands flying up to cover herself. She turned her face away, as if shielding herself from the intensity of the moment.

"What are you doing?" she whispered, her voice trembling.

Mikey froze, taken aback by the shift in her demeanor. His heart pounded, confusion flickering in his eyes as he took a small step back.

" N-Nothing...what’s wrong?"

" I told you I need to get home." She thundered back, her voice quivering slightly, which left Mikey puzzled for a moment before he spoke.

"Jamie... I’m not—" He exhaled, running a hand through his hair.

"I’m not forcing anything. You know that, right?"

She nodded, but her fingers still clutched at her chest, shielding her breasts from his glance.

" I know...I just... I told you. I have to go."

Mikey held her gaze, searching for the truth in her eyes. Or rather, searching within himself for a way to keep her from slipping away. He couldn’t let her leave—no, that wasn’t an option. If she walked out now, it was game over.

So he had to be careful. Deliberate. If logic wouldn’t hold her, then persuasion would. And if persuasion wasn’t enough... well, deception was always an option. He just needed the right words, the right touch of vulnerability, to weave the perfect reasoning—one that would make her second-guess, hesitate, and ultimately stay.

"Jamie, you have a choice. I’d never push you into something you don’t want." His voice softened.

"But if this is about trust... if you don’t trust me—"

"I do." she cut in, her voice raw.

" I don’t believe you... I mean, I want to, but I just can’t" His throat tightened.

"Jamie, if you want to leave, I won’t stop you. But if you’re afraid I’ll hurt you, or leave you after this..." His hand reached for hers, gently prying it away from where she hid herself.

"I won’t. I swear to you...because I wasn’t lying back then. I really do love you."

As he muttered this, her eyes met his for only a few moments before it flickered downwards, as if searching for the right words. Finally, she spoke.

"I do trust you...it’s just...I don’t wanna do it because... I think it’s going to be painful."

Mikey blinked, realization settling in.

’That was it?’

He had thought she was holding back for something deeper, like actually wanting to conserve oneself—but it was fear. He knew she was a virgin and all but the grave fear was just baffling, especially since he was wondering how she expected to get pass life with that sorta fear.

A soft chuckle escaped him, and he reached up, cupping her cheek.

"Jamie..." he murmured, his thumb stroking along her jaw.

"...You don’t have to worry about that. I’ll be with you the whole way. Anything you want, I’ll do it...And I promise I’ll be gentle."

She lifted her gaze, her eyes searching his face, flickering with uncertainty before settling into something softer—something almost trusting. For a moment, she hesitated, then finally, her lips parted as a quiet breath slipped free.

"Promise?"

His lips curled into a tender trusting smile.

"I promise."

She swallowed, and for a moment, neither of them moved. Then, slowly, she melted into him.

Mikey gently tilted her chin up, capturing her lips in a deep, unhurried kiss. His mouth moved over hers with a tenderness that sent a slow, spreading warmth through them both. A quiet sigh escaped her, her hesitation melting away as her arms slipped from her chest and wound around his neck, pulling him closer.

His hands roamed with a slow, deliberate hunger, sliding down the curve of her waist until they found the soft, irresistible swell of her ass. He cupped it firmly, fingers digging in slightly, savoring the way her flesh yielded to his grip—so plump, so warm, so decadently soft. He squeezed, slowly at first, then tighter, kneading her like something he’d been craving for far too long.

She didn’t stop him this time. If anything, the subtle arch of her back and the breathy sound she made told him she wanted more—needed more. His fingers trailed lower, teasing along the edge, exploring with growing boldness, and still, she let him.

Instead, she pressed closer, her body melting into his, the full, luscious swell of her breasts flattening against his chest in a way that sent a heated jolt through him.

Every movement, every breath she took rubbed her softness against him, her hardened nipples brushing through the thin fabric between them, igniting a deeper ache. She clung to him, her hips shifting subtly, instinctively, as if her body was begging for more—more of his touch, more of his heat—as the night deepened around them.

Then, his lips drifted lower, gliding down the delicate curve of her neck with slow, deliberate reverence until they reached the proud rise of her breasts. He paused there, letting his breath wash over her sensitive skin before tracing soft, teasing circles around the taut peak of her nipple. She shivered under the feather-light contact, her body arching in anticipation. Then, his lips parted, and he drew her nipple into the heat of his mouth, enveloping it completely. His tongue flicked and swirled with rhythmic strokes, suckling her tender flesh with growing hunger, savoring the way she gasped and trembled beneath him.

Suckle

Suckle

Soft, breathy moans spilled from her lips as he suckled her breasts with greedy devotion, the wet sounds of his mouth working over her nipple filling the space between them. His hand was relentless, rolling over the curve of her ass, fingers gliding, kneading, and gripping with deliberate pressure that made her hips twitch with every squeeze.

Her flesh responded to his touch, supple and hot, her ass quivering under his palm like it was molded just for him. And still, her breasts stood firm, sensitive and swollen, glistening from his mouth, his tongue flicking and tasting as though he couldn’t get enough—like her body was the only thing in the world that could satisfy the hunger burning inside him.

He wanted her—God, he wanted every inch of her. The way her body pressed against his, the heat between them, the soft gasps that escaped her lips—it was driving him mad with need.

But that thin barrier, those damned bum shorts, still stood in his way. His fingers trembled with restraint, but as the moment deepened, their touches growing slower, hungrier, more intimate, he gave in. Moved entirely by the ache she stirred within him, he slipped his hand to her hips and tugged the fabric down.

Her shorts slid down the smooth curve of her thighs, catching briefly at her knees before falling away entirely. And there she was—laid bare before him. The soft, glistening lips of her sex were swollen with want, slick with arousal that shimmered in the low light. She was dripping—undeniably, deliciously wet, her desire visible in the most intimate way.

Mikey’s breath hitched as he took her in fully. Her breasts rose and fell with every shallow breath, the nipples still firm, kissed by the cool air and the memory of his mouth. Her stomach, the gentle arch of her waist, the smooth, trembling softness of her thighs—all of it framed her like a masterpiece sculpted by raw desire.

She stood there, not with shame, but with a quiet vulnerability that only made her more beautiful—her body flushed, trembling, and open only to him. And he wanted her. Every part. Every inch.

Her desire remained unspoken yet undeniable, and the sight of it made something primal snap inside him...Now, he had her nude and sex was most definitely now on the table.

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