SSS Ranked Summoning: I'm An Extra With The Strongest Harem System
Chapter 73: Fingers[R18+]

Chapter 73: Fingers[R18+]

Throb

Throb

Throb

With each passing second, Mikey felt himself sinking deeper—like falling through a soft, endless space. And yet, he stood perfectly still.

His eyes were locked on Gina’s, and hers on his mighty cock, which pulsated severally with each passing moment.

She didn’t blink. She just stared—calmly, silently. There was no judgment in her gaze, no confusion. Just stillness.

She was mute, yes. But in that moment, her silence was louder than any words.

His heart beat faster. Not from fear but rather from the weight of the steady inspection of his nude length. His dignity, his pride, his everything seemed to rest in what she would say next.

And then, just when he thought he couldn’t take it anymore, her lips curled—playfully, knowingly. A soft, mischievous smile bloomed across her face, and her own cheeks flushed, just a little pinker than before.

Then, her gaze finally rose, trailing slowly up his body until it found his eyes. Her voice didn’t come out loud, but the words lingered sweetly between them.

"So...aren’t you going to share some of that hot cock with me... or are you keeping all of that to yourself?"

He blinked, a smile growing on his lips before he even knew it was there. Her words hit him like music—confirmation and invitation wrapped into one. He held her gaze and gave a small, knowing nod. Inside, in his thoughts, it was chaos.

’Finally.’ he thought.

’All those hours spent grinding...finally! I’m ready to fuck her.’ A spark of pride danced beneath his skin, but it wasn’t loud or arrogant—it was calm, sure, grateful.

He breathed in slowly, trying to mask the excitement thrumming through his veins, and began to move. With one smooth motion, he pulled his shirt over his head and let it fall behind him. Then he stepped forward, kneeling gently on the bed, inching closer to her warmth.

His jaw brushed near her cheek, his breath soft against her skin. His hand reached for her—gently, but firmly—fingertips tracing her neck, not to restrain, but to hold, to ground her.

There was pressure, yes, but nothing harsh. Just closeness. Connection. His lips neared hers, and their eyes didn’t break once. Her cheeks flamed even brighter, her breath shallow but steady. And in that charged, trembling space between them, everything slowed.

’No need to rush.’

He moved closer, the warmth of his body brushing softly against hers. He could feel his throbbing warm length rubbing gently against the supple flesh of her thighs.

At first, he didn’t take it as much, but soon, he was overwhelmed. Her thighs were soft and succulent, rubbing against his cock in a gentle back-and-forth motion, gradually guiding his cock towards the warmth which laid above her supple thighs.

"Mmm...."

As if that wasn’t enough, a sharp jolt ran through Mikey’s body, halting his current motion. It wasn’t harmful, rather, it was more of pleasing ...and unrelenting.

His breath hitched as her hands trailed gently across his skin, her touch both gentle and arousing, as she wrapped her fingers, warm and tender, around his rigid length.

Her grip was gentle, not rushed or forceful, but with a softness that made his cock pulsate harder.

His eyes fluttered closed as a low sound escaped his throat—half sigh, half surrender. Her cheeks were warm with a blush that matched the glow in her eyes. And as she looked up at him, he could see everything she wasn’t saying—desire, affection, trust.

He leaned forward again, kissing her lips with more depth this time, his hand exploring gently, cupping her breast with the same reverence she had shown him.

With only a few greedy squeeze of her breasts, he gently caressed her breasts, his fingers trailing down to her already erect nipples.

Their bodies moved together like a slow dance—measured, deliberate, sweet.

He kissed her deeper, his hand gliding lower, past the large supple mass that were her breasts, down to to her warm soaked pelvis.

She sighed against his lips, her breath like music to his ears. He held her close, one hand gently stroking the softness of her back while the other strolled in a fluid circular motion around her warm velvety pussy. And boy, was her pussy soaking wet.

Her swollen vulva was smooth—like silk, drenched with the warm wetness of her dripping pussy which only allured Mikey the more.

Mikey, on the other hand, was utterly moved by her sweet wetness. His hands moved faster- finding her spot- rubbing her in a pleasing circular motion as his grunts began to escalate- irrespective of the jolts of pain which began to rise to his arm. Still, he didn’t falter.

Gina responded by drawing him closer still, her touch never losing its rhythm, never losing its tenderness. And in that moment, there was no rush—just two souls, tangled in the gentlest storm, learning each other in the softest of ways.

He leaned in closer, drawing her closer to himself. His breath warm against her skin, and his hands slowly began to explore the curve of her body.

His hand moved lower, away from her back, tenderly trailing along the inside of her thigh before finally resting on the finely supple arcs of her ass, and in one fluid motion, his cupped hands gave a gentle squeeze that made her shiver.

There was a quiet pause—one where the world seemed to fall still—and then, without a word, his fingers brushed against the softness of her ass once more, lingering there in a delicate, teasing rhythm as he continued to caress her, pulling her closer as her huge bosoms bow rested on his chest.

Her breath caught in her throat, and her hand instinctively tightened around him, her movements slow but deliberate, as if savoring every moment.

Her eyes met his, full of quiet need and a trace of vulnerability, and he saw the trust she was placing in him. He responded not with words, but with touch—careful, slow, as if every motion was a promise.

As this went on, his other hand, still moving in a swift circular motion, ran a tad bit lower- and in one brief thrust, he pushed, not one, but two of his long fingers into her wet velvety pussy with no warning.

"Ohhhhh!!!" She jolted, as her cheeks flustered the more, her eyes trailing downwards to her pussy.

She shifted her hips, spreading her legs slightly to give him more space, an affirmation to how she felt about his action.

He pressed his fingers in a little deeper, thrusting his full finger length in, watching her expression carefully. Her breath hitched again, but this time, she smiled—a small, trembling smile—as a koan escaped from her lips.

"Mmmm...."

"Do you like that?" He kissed her cheek and murmured.

"More than I can say." She replied, her face slightly flustered red.

The rhythm between them deepened, their hands moving in sync, breaths tangled like music in the air.

He could feel the way her body welcomed his touch, the heat building between them in quiet waves.

He didn’t need to rush—every movement, every sigh, every glance was enough.

The moment wrapped around them like a warm storm, tender and intense, and in that closeness, there was no need for anything more than the unending pleasure they had right then.

The supple warmth of her hand wrapped around his rigid lenth consumed him the more, each stroke a blend of hunger and rhythm. His breath hitched—God, it felt incredible.

She moved with growing urgency, her soft moans rising in pitch, slipping past her lips uncontrollably. Her chest rose and fell as she surrendered to the moment, eyes shut tight, lost in the sensation.

"Yes... Yes" she whispered, voice trembling with need.

Her moans deepened, rich and raw.

"Oh... yes... just like that... don’t stop... just like that..."

Tap.

Tap.

Tap.

Mikey’s hand rhythmically meet her pelvis in quick heavy strides, not with harsh slaps, but with a deep, urgent press, as he thrusted his fingers into her enveloping warmth with several thrusts.

The sound wasn’t loud, but it echoed in their ears, a steady beat that matched the heat building between them.

He moved faster. Harder. And God, she loved it. Every motion, every breath—so did he.

He was feeling the heat—and was drawn into it, caught in the gravity of her warmth.

His fingers moved with purpose, sliding in deep, thrusting slowly at first, then with a growing urgency.

Each push sent a ripple through her, his fingertips exploring her inch by inch, until it felt like he was pouring all of himself into every motion.

The weakness came gently, not from pain or pleasure alone, but from the surrender—a soft unraveling, a loss that felt like melting into him.

She could feel every inch of him inside her, as if her body were responding to the rhythm of his hand, to the insistence of his desire.

Still, he didn’t stop.

He kept going—slow, steady, relentless. Thrusting his fingers again and again, his breath catching as hers did, his focus unshaken. Again. And again. And again.

Until finally...

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