SSS Ranked Summoning: I'm An Extra With The Strongest Harem System
Chapter 74: Consumed[R18+]

Chapter 74: Consumed[R18+]

"I want you," she whispered onto his ear, her voice trembling with anticipation, laced with desire.

Her breath kissed his ear, her fingers—light, teasing, electric—found the collar of Mikey’s neck and tugged him closer, almost desperately.

He didn’t resist. How could he? Her warmth pulled at him like gravity, and the way her flushed cheeks glowed beneath the soft light, eyes heavy with longing, lips parted—

He didn’t waste a second. With a low, breathless sound caught in his throat, he tugged her closer and crashed his lips onto hers, claiming her mouth in a rough, hungry kiss. It was urgent, fevered, as if he’d been waiting lifetimes for this moment.

As their lips danced, his hand moved with purpose, slipping between her thighs, his fingers gliding along her slick folds. She gasped into his mouth, her body arching into his touch, trembling with every gentle stroke.

He kept his rhythm slow, deliberate—rubbing slow circles that made her hips twitch, made her clutch at his shirt like it was the only thing keeping her grounded.

Still kissing her, deeper now, their breaths blending, their hearts pounding against each other’s chests—he could feel her melting beneath him.

Then, with a soft groan, he pulled away just enough to see her face—her lips swollen from his kiss, her eyes heavy and dazed with pleasure. For a moment, he just looked at her, drinking her in.

The way her chest rose and fell, the curves of her body that seemed to glow under the soft light, every inch of her begging to be touched, worshipped.

Adjusting himself, he positioned his body in front of her, his gaze never leaving hers. His hands slid down her sides, mapping her skin like he wanted to learn her by touch alone.

His breath hitched as he reached down, fingers wrapping around the thick, pulsing weight of his cock.

She watched him with parted lips and flushed cheeks, her body already aching for him, her thighs spreading just a little wider in invitation.

With slow, deliberate control, he guided himself to her entrance—where she was already wet, impossibly soft, her warmth spilling against him like silk soaked in desire.

Her folds parted eagerly for him, velvety and slick, and though he fumbled for just a second, needing only the slightest shift, she adjusted under him with a quiet moan, her hips rising to meet him.

Then, with one smooth, aching push, he slid into her.

All the way.

Her heat enveloped him in a single, breathless moment—tight, warm, perfect—drawing a deep, shuddering groan from his throat. It was like falling into a dream he never wanted to wake up from. Her walls clenched around him as he filled her completely, and her breath caught in her throat, her hands clutching at his arms as if to hold him right there, right inside her.

Their bodies hummed in tandem, as if some ancient frequency had just aligned in their souls.

Mikey began to move, slow at first—deep, steady glides that filled her completely. Each thrust buried him to the hilt, his cock disappearing into the warm, silken heat of her pussy, where her wetness welcomed him like a velvet sheath soaked in pure desire.

She was slick. So slick that every time he pulled back, he felt her moisture cling to him, coating him with her need. There was a delicious, maddening slipperiness to her, as though her body was trying to keep him inside, refusing to let him go.

He groaned low in his throat, his hands gripping her hips as he drove in again, and again. The deeper he pushed, the more she seemed to open up to him—tight and soft and impossibly wet, the sensation so sweet it made his head spin. Every thrust sent a ripple of pleasure up his spine, her body wrapping around him like she was made just for him.

And soon, he couldn’t hold back. His pace quickened, the rhythm building—stronger, harder. He plunged into her with raw hunger now, his full length slamming into her again and again, lost in the way her heat squeezed and melted around him.

The sound of their bodies filled the room—wet, rhythmic, breathless. Her moans grew louder, more desperate, and Mikey was drowning in it—her wetness, her scent, the feel of her—until nothing else existed except the sweetness of being inside her.

She reached for him with both hands, one hand resting on the nape of his neck, the other sliding across his chest, curling into the fabric. Her eyes—soft, dark, inviting—held his gaze, searching for permission she already knew she had. And then, their lips met—not with the awkward hesitancy of strangers, but with the sure hunger of two people who had waited too long.

It started as a kiss, yes, but it grew into something deeper. A promise. A surrender.

Clap.

Clap.

Clap.

That was the sound echoing through the room—sharp, rhythmic, and wet—the raw, intimate percussion of his hips slamming against hers with every deep, driving thrust.

Each time Mikey pushed forward, his full cock disappeared into her slick, eager heat. Her pussy clung to him like a velvet vice—tight, subtly textured, and soaked with need. The way she took him in... it was maddening. The subtle ridges inside her walls rubbed against every inch of him, dragging pleasure from his body with every stroke. It wasn’t just sex—it was a sweet, sinful descent into something primal and perfect.

He felt consumed by her. Enveloped. Owned.

There was no resistance, no hesitation—just pure, liquid welcome. Her body swallowed him whole, again and again, until he couldn’t tell where she ended and he began. She was so wet, too wet—slick and dripping, her arousal coating his cock with every thrust, making him glide in and out of her like his length was dipped in honey and lust.

Mikey gritted his teeth, a groan breaking from his lips as he buried himself to the hilt once more. Her pussy pulsed around him, squeezing, milking him, whispering for more without a single word.

The clapping sound grew louder, faster—his hips snapping forward with delicious force, the wet slap of their bodies echoing in the heat-drenched air. Her thighs trembled around his waist, her nails digging into his shoulders as her moans danced with his heavy breaths.

And still he moved.

Driven by the warmth, the slickness, the sheer intoxication of being inside her. His hands slid down her back, holding her tighter, guiding her hips to meet his rhythm as he thrust harder, deeper—drunk on how sweet she felt, how perfectly she fit around him.

Each plunge sent waves of heat washing through him, building, rising, threatening to pull him under.

But still he didn’t stop.

Not when her pussy fluttered around him.

Not when her cries rose in pitch.

Not when her body clung to him like it never wanted to let go.

"Ohh... yes... fuck, yes!" she cried out, her voice trembling with raw pleasure, her legs tightening around him as if she never wanted him to leave the haven of her body. Her nails raked lightly down his back, and she arched up into him, needing more—all of him.

Her cries only fueled him, made something wild flare behind his eyes.

With a low growl, he silenced her the only way he knew how—his mouth crashing into hers, lips devouring lips, tongues tangling in a kiss that was desperate, filthy, hungry. He poured everything into it—his need, his desire, the electric pulse of pleasure that danced through every thrust of his cock inside her soaked, velvety heat.

As he kissed her, his hand slid up her body and found one of her full, glorious breasts. His fingers closed around the soft, heavy mound, and he groaned into her mouth as he gave it a firm squeeze—feeling her warmth spill between his fingers, the perfect softness melting beneath his touch.

She gasped into his mouth, moaning helplessly as his thumb brushed over her nipple, teasing it into a stiff, needy peak. Her back arched again, pushing more of herself into his palm, offering everything, begging for more.

His cock throbbed hard inside her at the sensation—her soft, yielding breast in his hand, her soaked, clenching pussy wrapped so tightly around him he could barely think.

It was too much, and not enough. The way she squeezed him, welcomed him, soaked him in her heat—it made his entire body pulse with need.

He pulled back from the kiss, breathless, eyes glazed with lust as he looked down at her—her lips swollen from his kiss, her chest heaving, her skin glowing with sweat and desire.

"Fuck, you feel so good..." he whispered, voice thick and trembling as he thrust deep again, and again, each movement drawing another moan from her lips and another shiver through his own body.

She was everything—soft and wet and hot and his.

And he had no intention of stopping his needful thrusts, not until they both fell apart.

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