Urban God of Rebate: Infinite Returns Of Women And Powers

Her back arched off the bed. A sharp cry escaped her, loud and unguarded, and her thighs clamped around his head. He didn’t stop. His tongue flicked rapidly across the swollen nub while two fingers slid inside her, curling forward to find the rough patch of her g-spot. Her pussy clenched around his fingers, hot and tight and impossibly wet.

”There,” she gasped. ”Right there, don’t stop, don’t stop—”

He didn’t. His fingers pumped in and out of her in a steady rhythm, his mouth never leaving her clit, and Makima’s moans climbed in pitch, her breathing ragged, her whole body tensing like a drawn bowstring. Her hands flew to his head, fingers threading through his hair, pressing him harder against her.

”I’m— Sean, I’m going to—”

She didn’t just come.

She exploded.

A gush of hot liquid hit his chin, his mouth, dripping down onto his chest. Her pussy clenched around his fingers in rhythmic, pulsing waves, and her scream echoed off the bedroom walls—wordless and raw and completely unguarded. The second wave hit just as hard, soaking the sheets beneath her, and Sean kept his mouth on her through all of it, his tongue gentling as she came down, his fingers still inside her, feeling every aftershock.

When she finally went limp, her chest heaving, her skin glistening with sweat, he pulled back and looked up at her.

Makima was staring at the ceiling, her eyes glassy, her lips parted.

”I squirted,” she breathed. ”I’ve never—” She swallowed. ”No one’s ever made me do that before.”

Sean crawled up the bed until he was hovering over her. ”There’s more where that came from.”

She looked at him then, her blue eyes still hazy but sharpening with a different kind of heat. ”The second round.”

”The second round,” he confirmed.

She kissed him, tasting herself on his lips, and her hand slid down between their bodies. His cock was already hardening again, stirring against her thigh.

”How do you want me,” she murmured.

”On your hands and knees. Like last time.”

—

She rolled onto her stomach with a grace that contradicted how thoroughly he’d just wrecked her. Shifting onto her hands and knees, she looked back over her shoulder, her hair mussed, her cheeks flushed, the curve of her spine dipping down to the generous swell of her ass.

”Nightstand,” she said. ”Top drawer.”

He found the lubricant exactly where it had been last time. The cap clicked open. He squeezed a generous amount onto his fingers, warming it between his palms before touching her.

Her asshole was visible now—a tight, dark pucker nestled between the cheeks of her full backside, just above her still-swollen pussy. Both were glistening, her arousal and the lubricant from his fingers mixing in the low lamplight. He ran his thumb over the tight ring of muscle, and Makima shuddered.

”Remember last time,” she said, her voice slightly muffled. ”You were so patient.”

”I’ll always be patient with you.”

His index finger pressed against her entrance, slow and steady, and slipped inside. Her asshole was impossibly tight—tighter even than he remembered—and the heat of her was staggering. He worked his finger in and out with careful deliberation, letting her adjust. When the tension in her shoulders began to ease, he added a second finger.

”Oh,” she breathed. ”Oh, that’s—”

”Good?”

”More. Keep stretching me.”

He scissored his fingers gently, feeling the tight ring of muscle gradually relax, gradually open for him. Makima’s hips pushed back against his hand, her body asking for more. Her asshole loosened by degrees, and the sight of his fingers disappearing into her tightest place made his cock ache with fresh, urgent need.

”I’m ready,” she said. ”I want your dick inside me there. Now.”

He withdrew his fingers. Coated his cock with more lubricant, the cold gel a sharp contrast against his heated skin. Positioned himself at her entrance, the head pressing against her prepared hole.

”Breathe,” he said.

She exhaled. He pushed his dick inside her.

The head breached her, and Makima’s back arched, a low, guttural moan tearing from her throat. She was exquisitely, almost unbearably tight—her asshole gripping him like a velvet vise, hotter and tighter than her pussy had been. Sean forced himself to hold still, to let her body accommodate the intrusion.

”Don’t stop,” she gasped. ”All the way. I want all of you.”

Inch by inch, he sank deeper, her asshole stretching around his girth, her body opening for him. By the time he was fully seated inside her, both of them were trembling. The sight of her stretched around him—that tight, dark hole gripping the base of his cock, her full backside pressed flush against his hips—was almost enough to make him come right then.

”Okay,” she breathed. ”Move.”

He moved.

The rhythm he found was slow and deep at first, each thrust dragging a moan from both of them. The lubricant made the slide smooth, but the pressure was immense—a tight, pulsing heat that was different from her pussy, more intense, more consuming. Makima’s fingers clutched the sheets, her knuckles white, and her moans grew louder with every stroke.

”Faster,” she said. ”Harder. I can take it.”

He braced his hands on her hips and gave her what she asked for. His cock drove into her ass with a rhythm that was savage and reverent all at once—the obscene wet slap of lubricant and skin, the creak of the bedframe, their mingled breathing. Makima took every inch of him, her body arching and bowing beneath his thrusts.

”Touch yourself,” he said, his voice rough. ”I want to feel you come while I’m inside you like this.”

Her hand slipped between her legs. Her fingers found her clit, circling the swollen nub, and Sean felt her asshole clench around him in response.

”Yes,” she cried. ”Oh god, yes—”

Her climax hit her like a detonation. She screamed into the pillow, her whole body convulsing, and the rhythmic pulsing of her asshole around his cock tipped him over the edge.