Arin's status window flashed with blue light as he hit another level. A rush of power surged through him, and he couldn't help himself—he reached out and grabbed Lyra's plump, toned ass with both hands, squeezing hard.
"Anhh—!". A broken, needy moan slipped from her lips before she could stop it.
Lyra's eyes narrowed with playful hunger. Without a word, she hooked an arm around his waist, yanked him deeper into her private room, and shoved him onto the plush crimson bed.
The mattress and pillows were decadently soft, dyed the same deep red as the sheets. In the corner sat a small mini fridge humming quietly beside a low wooden table.
She dropped to her knees in one fluid motion, her hair cascading over her shoulders. Her fingers hooked into his pants and tugged them down in a single, practiced pull.
*Swoosh*
Lyra's reflexes were sharper than steel. The instant Arin's hips jerked forward, she snapped her head to the side, letting his stiff cock slice through empty air.
A wicked little grin spread across her face as she stared down the flushed, throbbing length now pointed straight at the tip of her nose like a spear begging for battle.
Arin's eyes narrowed. Not this time.
He seized the base and whipped it hard left to right.
*Slap!*
The thick, wet sound cracked across her cheek. Lyra's gaze whipped up to meet his, sharp and defiant.
Arin shook his head slowly, voice low and smug. "Don't think you can run, Lyra… hehe."
She held his stare for a heartbeat longer, then rose from her knees in one fluid, predatory motion. Fingers hooked under her sports bra, she peeled it upward in a single teasing pull. Her heavy breasts bounced free, soft and full, swaying with an audible, mouth-watering jiggle.
*Boing-boing*
"Tell me, arin," Lyra purred, her voice a sinful blend of velvet and venom as she cupped her heavy breasts from below and gave them a slow, deliberate jiggle right in front of his hungry stare. "Don't you just want to suck on these bad boys?"
Arin didn't answer with words. He attacked.
His mouth latched onto her right nipple like a starving man, sucking hard while his hand clamped the left, squeezing in rough, possessive pulses.
*Suck—squeeze—suck—squeeze*
'Oh God… teenagers really are feral beasts,' Lyra thought, a helpless shudder rippling through her as his mouth worked her breast with shameless greed. 'And I love every filthy second of it.'
His cock, burning hot and rigid, kept prodding insistently against the taut plane of her stomach with every eager pull of his lips. She finally gave in to the ache between her own thighs, slid her hand downward, and wrapped her fingers around his slick, throbbing length.
Arin only growled against her skin and doubled his assault. He sucked harder, tongue lashing the swollen peak of her nipple, teeth scraping just enough to sting.
The delicate pink buds flushed darker and darker under the relentless attention, turning an angry, needy red.
Each rough pull sent a bolt of liquid heat straight to her core; her thighs clenched involuntarily, slickness gathering between them as her body surrendered completely to the teenage storm devouring her chest.
Lyra's breath came in ragged little gasps, her free hand fisting in his hair—not to stop him, but to drag him even closer.
*Suck—slurp—pop!*
"Phew… enough, Lyra," Arin growled low against her ear, breath scalding hot.
Her slick, messy hand froze mid-stroke on his cock. With a wicked grin, he hooked his fingers into the waistband of her tight denim pants and yanked them down in one smooth pull, along with the soaked lace beneath.
Her glistening pink pussy came into full view: swollen, flushed, and dripping with arousal that caught the warm, golden glow of the setting evening sun spilling through the half-open blinds, turning every bead of her slick into shimmering liquid crystal.
"Lemme show you what real sex feels like, you fucking cunt," Arin rasped, the filthy words laced with a teasing, dangerous grin that made them sound like the sweetest promise she'd ever heard.
Lyra's eyes widened a fraction, heat and curiosity flaring as she stared down at him, lips parted, waiting.
He didn't give her time to retort. Two fingers slid along her soaked slit, then spread her wide, opening her glistening pink folds to the warm evening light. A fresh rush of slick spilled over his knuckles, dripping shamelessly beneath her.
"Tell me, Lyra…" He locked eyes with her, voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. "How long has this greedy little pussy been starving for cock?"
A heartbeat of silence. Her cheeks flushed crimson.
"…Honestly, Arin… it's been so damn long I don't even remember the last time." she finally breathed, the confession barely louder than the wet sound of her own arousal.
She braced herself, half-expecting him to line up and slam that thick cock inside her in one merciless thrust.
But Arin never rushed his sex. To him, it was like marinating a chicken before cooking, slow, deliberate, every teasing stroke and lick soaking deeper into the flesh until the prey was dripping, desperate, and begging to be devoured.
He struck like a viper.
*Slurp, smack, shlick, shlick, sluuuurp!*
His tongue speared deep into her dripping heat, curling, twisting, scooping out every drop like it was the sweetest nectar he'd ever tasted.
One long, filthy lick dragged from entrance to clit before he sealed his lips around the swollen bundle of nerves and sucked hard, cheeks hollowing, pressure merciless.
"Anhh~!"
Lyra's back arched off the bed, thighs trembling violently around his head as pleasure stabbed through her core.
'Fuck… what the hell is wrong with this kid?'. Lyra's thoughts fractured under the relentless assault of his tongue.
'I never expected this from him, never. I've spent years fantasizing about someone devouring me like this, but I never once believed it could feel this fucking good. Oh God, if he doesn't stop, I'm gonna—'.
*Slurp—lick—schlick—slurp!*
Each wet, obscene sound yanked her closer to the edge, her hips bucking helplessly as the pressure coiled tighter, threatening to shatter her completely.