CHAPTER 169: DELICATE

Lor’s eyes drank in every detail—the faint sheen of her skin, the delicate folds barely visible, the way her body tensed and then relaxed under his touch.

Each squeeze drew a soft breath from her, her fingers curling slightly into the rug.

"Lor..." she whispered, her voice tight with shyness, barely audible, but the sound of his name on her lips sent a jolt straight to his groin.

"Just admiring," he said, his tone almost worshipful, his thumbs pressing inward to spread her again, savoring the view.

"You’ve got the softest ass I’ve ever touched, Nellie."

He leaned forward, his lips brushing the curve of one cheek—a fleeting, warm kiss that made her shiver.

He kissed the other, slower this time, letting his breath warm her skin before giving a gentle bite, his teeth sinking just enough to leave a faint, pink mark.

He soothed it with a slow swipe of his tongue, drawing a tiny gasp from her, her hips shifting instinctively under his hands.

"You like that?" he asked, his voice a low rumble, thick with want.

She hesitated, her face still buried in her folded arms.

"...Feels strange," she murmured, the words muffled but tinged with curiosity.

"Strange can be good," he said, giving her another gentle squeeze, his fingers sinking into the plush flesh.

The heat of her skin against his palms was intoxicating, each touch pulling him deeper into the moment.

He shifted, kneeling between her spread legs, the rug soft beneath his knees.

The faint sound of his zipper cut through the quiet, sharp and unmistakable, making Nellie’s breath hitch.

He freed himself, his cock already hard and heavy in his hand, the tip glistening faintly with arousal.

Leaning forward, he let the thick head brush against the warm curve of her ass, a teasing graze that sent a shudder through her.

Lor slid himself along the cleft, slow and sensual, the hot length of his shaft gliding over the base of her spine and down again, tracing the swell of each cheek.

The softness of her skin against him was maddening, like silk wrapped around steel.

He groaned low in his chest, the sound raw and unfiltered.

"Gods, Nellie... you fit me like you were made for this."

She buried her face deeper into her arms, a muffled sound escaping—half gasp, half shy laugh, the kind that made his heart twist with something beyond lust.

Her vulnerability, her trust, was as potent as the heat of her body.

He started to move, his hips rocking slowly, letting his cock slide up and down the cleft of her ass.

The pillowy flesh hugged him, the pressure snug and perfect, enveloping him from base to tip.

Each forward thrust pressed the head against her lower back, each backward glide dragged over her entrance, teasing the sensitive skin without entering.

The heat of her, the gentle squeeze of her cheeks, made every pass a sweet torment, his arousal slicking the way for an effortless glide.

His hands never left her—one gripping her hip to guide the rhythm, the other spreading her slightly with each downward slide to tighten the friction.

The wet, obscene sound of his cock moving against her skin filled the room, mingling with his low groans and her quickening breaths.

"You feel that?" he murmured, leaning over her, his chest brushing the warm curve of her back, his lips close to her ear.

She nodded, her face still hidden.

"...Yes," she whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of shyness and need.

"You’re making me lose my mind," he said, his voice rough, each word punctuated by another slow thrust.

His pace quickened, the slide growing more urgent, the heat pooling low in his belly.

He pushed deeper between her cheeks, grinding forward at the top, then pulling back to savor every inch of contact.

Her body rocked with his, her thighs trembling, her breath coming in soft, uneven gasps.

"Hold yourself open for me," he said, his voice a low command, thick with desire.

Nellie hesitated, then reached back, her fingers shy but obedient, spreading herself just enough to make the glide even tighter.

The sight of her hands on her own ass, parting the soft curves for him, drew a guttural groan from Lor.

His hips moved harder, the rhythm picking up as the snug pressure drove him closer to the edge.

The slickness of his arousal coated her skin, making each thrust smoother, hotter.

"That’s it... just like that..." His voice was raw now, each word a growl as he rocked against her, the heat building to a fever pitch.

His fingers dug into her hip, pulling her back into each grind, the friction of her ass milking him with every movement.

"Gonna finish," he warned, voice taut, breath coming in ragged bursts.

He gave three more slow, grinding thrusts, burying his cock between her cheeks, feeling the way her soft flesh hugged him, squeezed him, the cleft of her ass slick with sweat and lingering slick.

Nellie nodded, her face turned away, cheek pressed to the rug, braids splayed over her back.

Her fingers dug into her own thigh, holding herself open for him, trembling slightly.

Lor didn’t pull back.

He just shifted deeper, sliding his cock up through the tight valley of her ass, slick from her heat and his precum.

He kept rubbing—fucking her ass cheeks —his shaft sliding along the smooth skin, pressed firm into her cleft as his hips rolled, the tip dragging just beneath the small of her back.

His hand gripped one cheek, spreading her wider, and then—

The release hit.

He groaned low, deep from his chest, hips jerking as he came hard, his cock pulsing between her cheeks, spilling thick ropes of cum across her skin.

It smeared as he kept rubbing, fucking his mess across her ass, hot streaks painting her lower back, dripping down into the very spot he’d been fucking seconds before.

He kept moving, slower now, grinding the head of his cock through the slick mess he’d left, smearing it deeper into the cleft, marking her.

The sight—his cum streaked across her pale skin, glistening, wet, obscene—made his hips twitch again with a final, shuddering spasm.