Transmigrated As An SSS Ranked MILF Overlord
Chapter 141: ...Inviting Him In(1)(R18+)

Chapter 141: ...Inviting Him In(1)(R18+)

Fiona’s tongue was the first to move, slow and deliberate, tracing delicate, swirling patterns around the swollen head of his cock. Slick warmth spread across his tip as her saliva clung like a thread between her mouth and his flesh, the sensation sending a jolt straight through him. She licked him again—longer this time—her tongue curling around the sensitive ridge before retreating with a soft, wet sound.

Both of her hands gripped his shaft, fingers wrapping tightly around the thick base. She held him steady as her lips parted, sucking gently on just the head, her mouth a warm, wet haven. She took her time, working him with slow, torturous care, letting her tongue dance and flick over the slit, tasting the first hint of his arousal.

Then, without a word or pause, she sank deeper.

The heat of her mouth enveloped him inch by inch, lips sliding down his shaft as her hand began to stroke the part she couldn’t yet take. Her head moved in rhythm, slow and steady, the suction deep and greedy, like she couldn’t get enough of him. Her tongue flattened, then curled again, caressing the underside of his cock as her throat welcomed him farther.

A low groan rumbled from his chest.

She moaned softly too, the sound vibrating around him, sending shivers through his body. Her spit coated him, glistening with each movement of her lips, and her hand never stopped stroking—up and down, matching the pace of her mouth as she built an unbearable pressure in his core. Her head bobbed with more confidence now, deeper, wetter, throat flexing as she swallowed him again and again.

And she just kept going—her mouth working him deeper, her throat tightening with each inch she took. A soft gag escaped her lips as his cock filled her, thick and pulsing, stretching the limits of what she could take. Her eyes watered slightly, but she didn’t stop. Instead, she pushed herself forward, swallowing more of him, determined to take everything he gave her.

Steve groaned low and deep, his head tilted back, eyes shut in raw bliss. His hand slid into her hair, gripping tight—not cruelly, but firmly, anchoring himself in the intensity of the moment. She was soaked now—her mouth, her chin, the base of his cock—all slick with her spit as she continued to stroke him with slow, wet glides.

But she was waiting—she always did.

Then Steve began to move.

With his hand still buried in her hair, he rocked his hips forward, gradually building momentum. He thrust into her mouth, not roughly, but with purpose—deeper, faster, filling her again and again with the thickness of his cock. The slow rhythm she had set was gone. Now, it was his. Strong, steady, relentless.

"Gag—!"

She choked softly around him, her fingers digging into his thighs as his cock drove deeper. Saliva spilled from the corners of her lips, dripping down her chin and glistening along his shaft. Her throat stretched, struggled, swallowed—and yet she held her position, her lips wrapped tightly around him.

He kept going.

Each thrust pushed more of him into her, his cock stuffing her mouth full, claiming every inch. Wet sounds filled the room—spit, moans, the soft slap of skin. Her breasts bounced beneath her clothes, pressed together and jostling as he rocked her body with every movement.

Steve was relentless now, fucking her mouth with deep, hungry thrusts. The rhythm was ragged, driven by the overwhelming pleasure that pulsed through him. His breath came in sharp bursts, and the only words falling from his lips were a muttered, desperate chant:

"Fuck... fuck... fuck..."

He couldn’t stop. The heat, the wetness, the way her mouth clung to every inch of him—it was consuming.

And then, with a groan and a rush of reckless need, he pushed forward without hesitation, burying the full length of his cock into her mouth.

She gagged sharply, her body jerking in response. Her eyes were squeezed shut, hands clenching tightly at her sides as her throat stretched to take him in. The sheer girth of him stuffed her completely, forcing out a harsh, wet gag. Spit spilled from her lips, dripping freely down her chin and soaking her neck.

Still, she didn’t pull away.

She stayed there, taking him to the base, trembling slightly from the fullness, from the way his cock claimed every inch of space inside her mouth. And Steve—he was lost in it. His mouth hung open, a broken moan escaping him.

"Ohh... ohh... f-fuck..."

His voice trembled as the sensation overwhelmed him. For a moment, he stayed there, buried deep, his cock twitching in her throat.

Then, slowly, he pulled out.

A wet sound followed, and Fiona coughed softly, breathless and dazed. Strings of saliva clung to his shaft, connecting her lips to his cock as she tried to catch her breath. Her chest rose and fell, her lips parted, her body still trembling from the intensity of it all.

But even now—without being asked—she leaned in again.

Her tongue slipped out, graceful and slow, tracing the underside of his cock with soft, tender licks. Her moans were quiet, but filled with need, vibrating against him as she tasted every inch, her tongue gliding over the slickness they’d made together.

Steve’s hand moved instinctively, holding his shaft steady as she worshipped it, her tongue swirling, teasing, licking him clean. The sight of her—still breathless but eager—made his body twitch again.

And finally, he couldn’t wait any longer.

With one hand, he gripped her arm and gently pulled her up, but instead of bringing her fully to her feet, he guided her into position—turning her over, placing her on her knees. Her body shifted willingly, her hair falling forward, her back arched as she waited for what came next.

Steve’s hand stroked his thick, aching cock, the shaft glistening wet from the heat of her mouth, still slick and throbbing in his grip. Every inch of him pulsed with need as he stepped in behind her, breath heavy, fingers trembling with restraint. His other hand slid up the back of her thigh, slow and deliberate, until it found the hem of her gown.

He curled his fingers into the fabric, then dragged it upward—inch by agonizing inch—baring her to him. The soft cloth slipped over her hips, exposing the smooth curve of her ass. It was breathtaking: full, round, the skin impossibly soft, flushed pink and gleaming under the low light. She didn’t move—only arched, just enough, pushing herself back against him in silent invitation.

And there it was—her pussy, spread open beneath him, glistening with arousal. It wasn’t just wet—it was drenched, her slickness shining in the low light, dripping slowly down her thighs. He hadn’t even touched her properly, hadn’t even slid inside—and yet, her body was already begging for him, aching and ready.

Steve’s breath caught in his throat. His eyes roamed lower, then rose again—drawn to the tight, puckered ring of her asshole. Exposed. Waiting. It pulsed subtly, as if aware of his gaze, as if calling to him.

That was where she wanted him.

He hovered there, cock in hand, throbbing with need. For a second, he didn’t move—just stared, mesmerized. The raw sight of her, open and offered, was enough to make his head spin. He let out a shaky breath, a low groan escaping him like steam from something ready to erupt.

But the restraint shattered in a heartbeat.

Steve’s fist clenched around the base of his thick, throbbing cock—slick, veined, and heavy with desire. His other hand locked onto Fiona’s waist, fingers digging into her flesh as he pulled her back, aligning her with his length. His breath was ragged, eyes dark with lust as he pressed the swollen head of his cock against the tight ring of her ass.

She was clenched—tight beyond belief.

The initial resistance was brutal, her body fighting him, refusing to yield. But Steve wanted her there—needed her there—and he wasn’t stopping. He growled under his breath, his hips driving forward, forcing the tip of his cock to breach her.

The heat inside her was blinding.

She let out a sharp, startled gasp—more a moan than a cry—her body trembling beneath his grip. Her eyes flew open wide, lips parted, a flicker of pain and ecstasy flashing across her face. But she didn’t tell him to stop. She didn’t move. She just held herself there, presenting that tight, forbidden entrance, allowing him to take what he so desperately craved.

He pushed deeper.

Every inch was a battle, the tight ring of muscle stretching around his cock as he sank in, slowly, relentlessly. It felt like her body was trying to squeeze him out, and that only made him want to bury himself even more.

"Fuck," he growled, jaw tight, body trembling as her ass tried to choke his cock.

Then—with one savage thrust—he drove himself all the way in.

Her body jolted, a shudder tearing through her as his thick cock was finally seated deep inside her ass. The pressure, the stretch, the utter fullness—she moaned helplessly, her fingers digging into the sheets, back arched as her body gave way to him completely.

Steve held himself there, buried to the hilt, eyes locked on the way her body hugged him—tight, hot, and impossibly perfect.

He groaned low, like a man tasting sin and savoring every second of it.