Transmigrated As An SSS Ranked MILF Overlord
Chapter 140: Something Different (R18)(3)

Chapter 140: Something Different (R18)(3)

’Score....’

That was the only thought pounding through Steve’s head as his mouth devoured hers, their breaths mingling in a feverish rhythm.

She was still looking at him. Even now—eyes open, locked on his, filled with something hot and unguarded. It was maddening.

One of his hands had already claimed her ass, fingers sinking into the lush fullness of it, kneading her as if to memorize every curve, every soft contour that pulsed beneath his palm.

Her body arched into his, supple and eager, her breasts pressing into his chest—so warm, so dangerously soft that he nearly groaned at the contact.

His other hand slid down with purpose, trailing along the smooth curve of her thigh before hooking beneath it. Slowly, he lifted her leg up to his side, opening her to him, baring heat that radiated through the thin barrier of her clothing.

She gasped—a trembling, breathy sound that sent a bolt of desire lancing through his core.

His eyes devoured her. Everything about her—the way her lips were parted just enough to hint at a moan, the way her fingers clung to him like he was the only thing anchoring her—God, it was too much.

And yet, still not enough.

Just for a moment, he thought, a flicker of hesitation drowned beneath the growing pulse of want.

I suppose... it wouldn’t be that bad.

Then he kissed her again. Slower this time. Deeper. His lips molded to hers with a sensual hunger, his tongue sliding against hers in a dance that was less invitation and more possession.

Her leg wrapped around him tighter, hips shifting forward, grinding ever so slightly—just enough for him to feel the heat between her thighs, pulsing and unspoken.

She kissed him back harder now, the softness from before stripped away, replaced by something more primal. More dangerous. Her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling, as her body pressed to his with no space left between them.

He gripped her ass harder, groaning into her mouth as he pulled her tight against the rigid pressure growing in his jeans. Her body answered with its own rhythm, instinctive, desperate.

Her breasts were pressed against him—soft, pliant, and straining through the thin barrier of fabric. Steve could feel every curve, every subtle shift of her body, the hard peaks of her nipples grazing against his chest, hot and sensitive. They were lost in each other, devouring kisses like oxygen, holding on with a kind of hunger that made the world around them vanish.

His other hand moved with a possessive urgency, sliding down to grab her other cheek, so now both were in his grasp—round, warm, and spilling through his fingers with every squeeze. He kneaded her ass firmly, rhythmically, as if claiming her inch by inch. The dress she wore had ridden up slightly already, but he wanted more—needed more.

With a rough, eager tug, he yanked her dress higher, baring her to him. His hand slid back in—this time meeting bare skin. No more fabric. No more limits.

Finally.

His palms sank into her—warm, soft flesh yielding completely to his grip. He squeezed her ass hard, the full weight of it pressing into his hands as he worked in slow, circular motions, molding her curves like they belonged to him. He couldn’t stop. Didn’t want to. Every handful made his pulse throb harder.

He paused only to press kisses to her neck, lips dragging across her skin before he leaned back and delivered a sharp slap to one cheek—then another. She gasped, a sound laced with surprise and pleasure, her fingers tightening in his shirt as he groaned low and possessive.

He kept going—alternating between slaps and greedy caresses, each squeeze deeper than the last, each touch making her melt further into his hold.

And then her hand began to move.

Slowly, almost teasingly, she let it trail down between them, sliding past the hard ridges of his abdomen, down to the heat waiting behind his jeans. Her fingers reached his crotch—and there it was.

Thick. Rigid. Straining against the fabric.

She cupped him through it, her hand molding to the full, solid length of him. A shiver ripped through him as she stroked gently, her palm pressing down to feel just how hard he was for her.

Steve groaned, his hips twitching toward her touch, and his grip on her ass tightened reflexively.

"Fuck..." he muttered.

She could already feel it—thick, hard, and throbbing beneath her palm. The bulge in his pants pressed urgently against her hand as she stroked it in slow, deliberate motions, letting her fingers trace its full weight.

Her panties were already damp, clinging to her like silk soaked in sin, and every shift of her hips only reminded her of how badly she wanted him.

Her breath caught in her throat as her fingers curled in his hair, nails scraping gently against the sharp, clean lines of his haircut.

Her thoughts were a haze of heat and want, but one, vivid question lingered, echoing louder than the rest-

’Could it even fit inside me?’

God, it felt enormous. The thought alone made her clench around nothing, aching for him.

’Maybe... if he just fucks my pussy, she reasoned, though the words felt distant, like they belonged to someone trying to make sense in a room filled with fire. As long as he pulls out, I’ll be safe... right?’

But even that thin thread of logic was unraveling fast. The pressure, the heat, the hunger—it was all too much.

His hands moved lower, sliding under the hem of her top until they found the curve of her ass. No hesitation. Just skin to skin. His fingers sank into her flesh, firm and possessive, spreading her apart like he wanted to memorize every inch.

She gasped against his mouth as he squeezed again, harder, his cock pressing against her belly, hot and undeniable.

Her hand resumed its motion, stroking along the thick ridge through his jeans, feeling it twitch under her palm. It was hard—impossibly so—and when she circled her hand just right, she could feel the way it pulsed with each beat of his racing heart.

A flush crept across her chest. Her thighs squeezed together.

God, the idea of it—him—sliding inside her, stretching her open, filling her inch by inch...

Her mind spun.

’Or what if... he took me in the back instead?’

Her breath hitched.

’Would it hurt?’

The thought made her wetter.

Steve groaned against her neck, biting down softly before dragging his tongue along her skin.

"...Mmm" he muttered, voice rough, hands moving with less patience now. O

ne slid between her thighs, cupping her heat through the thin fabric of her panties. He paused, feeling the soaked material, then looked into her eyes, gaze dark and wild.

"Mmmm...You’re soaked..." he growled, barely holding himself together.

’No matter how many women I add to my harem... Fiona is always going to be top ten.’

Her ass was perfect—round, plush, and sinfully soft under his grip. His fingers sank into her as if her body had been sculpted just for his hands.

Each squeeze sent heat pulsing through his core, and every grind of her hips against his made him throb harder.

It was the kind of moment that made every brutal fight, every narrow escape, every sleepless night worth it.

But then his thoughts twisted, darker, needier.

’Could I fuck her in the ass?’

The image alone nearly made him lose it right there—her bent over, cheeks spread, whimpering as he pushed into her asshole.

His cock twitched.

’ Fuck. I want that.’

But there was a problem.

’No lubrication...’ he cursed inwardly. His cock was slick with nothing but the sweat of anticipation.

’ I can’t just shove it in.’

Still, the pleasure was searing, eating away at his restraint. Her soft moans, her hands on him, the way she looked at him like she needed him—it all pushed him closer to the edge.

’Fuck it.’ he thought.

’We’ll start with that perfect mouth instead.’

Without a word, he slipped his hand up from her ass, trailing it up her spine. Then he pulled back slightly, breaking their heated kiss, his lips brushing against her ear.

"Down..." he murmured, tapping her shoulder gently but firmly.

Fiona understood.

God, she always understood.

Without hesitation, she dropped to her knees, her eyes filled with lust and obedience. Her hands moved to his pants, fingers nimble and eager as she found the waistband.

In one smooth motion, she pulled them down—and his cock sprang free, thick, veined, and fully erect, standing proud before her.

She paused. Not out of hesitation, but reverence.

Her eyes widened slightly as she took in the size, the weight of him, the way his shaft pulsed with raw arousal. The head was flushed and swollen, a bead of precum glistening like a promise.

She didn’t need to be told.

With a soft, breathy moan, her hands wrapped around him—both of them barely enough to hold the full girth. She stroked him slowly at first, savoring the heat of his cock. Then her lips parted, her tongue flicking out to taste the tip of his cock—salty, hot, perfect.

He groaned, hand resting on the back of her head, fingers threading into her hair. "Fuck, Fiona... just like that..."