Urban God of Rebate: Infinite Returns Of Women And Powers

He didn’t pull away until she lay limp, her chest heaving, sweat glistening on her skin. He crawled up beside her, kissing her lips, and she tasted herself on him.

”Ready for more?” he asked, his cock pressed against her thigh—thick, hard, and leaking a bead of pre-cum.

She nodded, her eyes hazy with lust and trust. ”I want you inside me. All of you.”

He shifted over her, positioning himself at her entrance. The head of his cock nudged against her slick folds, wet and ready. She looked down between them, saw the microphone tattoo just above where they were about to join, and felt a strange thrill.

”Tell me if it’s too much,” he said, his voice strained.

Then he pushed.

The initial resistance made her gasp—a tight, burning stretch that stole her breath. He stopped, letting her adjust, his forehead pressed to hers. ”Breathe,” he whispered.

She did, exhaling slowly, and the pressure eased. He pushed again, inch by inch, filling her completely. She felt impossibly full, every nerve inside her being stroked for the first time. A low moan escaped her throat.

”Oh fuck... you feel amazing,” he groaned, his hips flush against hers.

He began to move—slow, deep strokes that dragged against her inner walls, sending sparks of pleasure through the lingering ache. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, and he took the cue, increasing his pace. The bed creaked, their bodies slapped together with wet, rhythmic sounds.

”Harder,” she begged, her nails raking down his back.

He fucked her harder, each thrust pushing her higher, the head of his cock hitting that spot inside her that made her vision go white. Her second orgasm built faster, more intense, and she clawed at the sheets, her mouth open in a silent scream as she came around him, her walls milking his length.

He felt her clench, and it pushed him over the edge. He slammed into her once, twice more, then buried himself deep, spilling hot and thick inside her. His groan was guttural, his body shaking as he emptied himself, their sweat-slicked skin pressed together.

For a long moment, neither moved. Only their harsh breathing filled the quiet suite. Then he pulled out slowly, a trickle of his cum leaking onto the sheets, and collapsed beside her.

Sean lay back against the pillows, his chest still heaving, the sheen of sweat cooling on his skin. He watched Olivia through heavy-lidded eyes, a lazy smile spreading across his face as she stirred beside him. Her body was still humming from the aftershocks, her thighs slick with the evidence of what they’d just done.

But instead of curling into his side like he expected, she pushed herself up on one elbow. Her eyes—still hazy, still hungry—met his. A slow, wicked grin curved her lips.

”Don’t think we’re done yet.”

Sean blinked. ”Liv... you just—”

”I know.” She swung a leg over his hips, straddling him. The movement was fluid, confident, surprising for someone who’d been a virgin barely ten minutes ago. Her wet cunt hovered over his half-soft cock, still glistening with her arousal and his cum leaking from her. ”I want more. I want to ride you.”

He stared up at her, disbelief flickering in his gaze. ”You sure? We can take—”

She silenced him by gripping his cock, still slick and sticky, and guiding it to her entrance. The head pressed against her folds, and she sank down just an inch, a gasp escaping her lips. ”I’m sure.”

Then she turned around.

She shifted carefully, keeping him inside her as she rotated, until her back faced him, her ass presented perfectly. Reverse cowgirl. She settled down onto his shaft, taking him fully into her heat with a low, throaty moan. The new angle—her weight pressing down, his cock sliding deep—made them both groan.

Sean’s hands found her hips instinctively, fingers digging into the soft flesh. ”Jesus, Liv... you feel even tighter like this.”

She looked over her shoulder at him, a smirk playing on her lips. ”Good.”

Then she began to move.

Slow at first—a tentative roll of her hips, rocking forward and back. His cock slid in and out of her wet cunt, the sensation amplified by the position. Each forward thrust pressed her clit against the base of his shaft, and she moaned, her head falling back.

”Fuck... that angle...”

Sean could only watch, mesmerized. Her back arched, the microphone tattoo on her belly catching the light with every undulation. Her ass bounced gently against his thighs. The sight was obscene—her pussy gripping his cock, her hips grinding, the wet, slick sounds of her fucking him.

”Harder,” she demanded, her voice breathy but commanding.

He gripped her hips tighter and helped her, thrusting upward as she came down, meeting her rhythm. The bed creaked beneath them. Her moans grew louder, less restrained. She braced her hands on his knees, using them as leverage to fuck herself harder on his cock.

”That’s it—god, yes—right there—”

Sean’s balls tightened, already sensitive from his earlier orgasm. But watching her take control, watching her use his body for her pleasure, was pushing him toward a second climax faster than he’d expected. He reached around, his fingers finding her clit, swollen and slick against his touch. He rubbed tight circles while she rode him.

The double stimulation broke her. She cried out, her rhythm faltering as another orgasm ripped through her. Her cunt clamped down on his cock, milking him with desperate, pulsing contractions. Sean lost it—he thrust upward, burying himself deep, and came again, hot ropes of cum flooding her insides, mixing with what was already there.

She collapsed forward onto the bed, his cock slipping out of her with a wet sound. A trail of their combined release dripped down her thigh. She lay there, panting, the microphone tattoo smeared with a few droplets.

Sean reached out, tracing the ink with a trembling finger. ”That was... unexpected.”

She laughed, turning her head to look at him. ”Told you. Not done.”

He pulled her close, spooning her from behind, his softening cock pressed against the curve of her ass. ”I’m starting to think that tattoo is some kind of magic.”

She just smiled, letting her eyes drift closed.