CHAPTER 269: WITHOUT

Without a bra to restrain them, her breasts bounced freely against his chest, the soft, heavy flesh jiggling with each measured thrust, her nipples scraping against his shirt in a way that made her whimper, the friction igniting sparks that shot straight to her throbbing clit.

She felt so exposed, so slutty—her top half-pulled up like a wanton invitation, her shorts and panties tangled at her ankles, her slick folds exposed and stretched around his thick cock, the lewd squelch of their joining filling the room like a dirty secret.

A knock sounded on the other side of the door, sharp and sudden.

"Eva?" her mother’s voice called, calm but curious. "What do you want for dinner? I’m starting now."

Eva’s breath hitched, her body tensing as Lor thrust again, the motion making the door creak faintly under their combined weight.

She bit her lip hard, trying to stifle a moan, her pussy fluttering wildly around him, betraying her with a fresh gush of wetness that trickled down his balls.

"I—uh—anything’s fine, Mom!" she managed, her voice high and gasping, trembling with the effort to sound normal, her breasts heaving against Lor’s chest, her nipples aching from the constant rub as he kept moving, his cock dragging along her inner walls in torturously slow strokes.

There was a pause.

"You sound... weird," her mother said, suspicion creeping into her tone. "Are you okay?"

Lor’s eyes gleamed with wicked mischief, his hips rocking just enough to keep the filthy pressure building, his cock grinding deep inside her, the head nudging her cervix in a way that made stars burst behind her eyes.

Eva’s thighs quivered, her hands clutching his arms, her nails digging in as she fought the urge to moan like a whore, her pussy so soaked that every thrust produced a wet, obscene slap.

"I’m—I’m fine!" she stammered, her voice breaking as Lor thrust deeper, making her gasp mid-sentence, her breasts pressing harder against him, the soft flesh molding to his body, her nipples throbbing with overstimulation.

"Just... doing exercises! For, uh, flexibility! For the tournament!" The words tumbled out in a rush, her mind foggy with lust, her clit pulsing as Lor’s pubic bone grazed it teasingly.

Another pause.

"Flexibility?" her mother repeated, sounding puzzled. "You’re such a weird girl sometimes, Eva. Alright, I’ll call you when it’s ready." The footsteps retreated, fading down the stairs, each one a merciful echo that made Eva’s knees weaken with relief—and heightened arousal.

Eva let out a shaky breath, her body sagging slightly against the door, but Lor didn’t give her a moment to recover.

His hands gripped her hips tighter, fingers digging into the soft flesh with bruising force, and he fucked her faster, his thrusts turning rough and unrelenting, the door rattling with each powerful slam.

Eva’s moans spilled out, high and desperate, her breasts bouncing wildly under her bunched-up top, the heavy globes jiggling with every brutal thrust.

"Lor—oh gods, fuck me," Eva whimpered, her voice breaking into filthy pleas, her hands reaching back to claw at the door for support, her body arching as he pulled her back by the hips, slamming her onto his cock.

Lor’s balls slapped against her ass, heavy and full, and he leaned in, biting her neck possessively, his breath hot and ragged.

"You’re so fucking tight," he growled, his voice raw and dominant, his pace merciless now, fucking her with animalistic fervor.

Eva’s cries grew louder, unrestrained, her pussy spasming as her orgasm built, a coiling inferno in her belly, her clit throbbing from the constant friction.

Her breasts heaved with the force, the soft mounds quivering, her top now twisted around her neck like a makeshift collar, leaving her completely exposed, her body on display for his hungry eyes.

"Lor—I’m gonna—" she gasped, her voice breaking, her body trembling as her orgasm hit like a tidal wave, her walls clamping down hard around his cock, milking him with rhythmic pulses, her juices squirting in hot spurts that soaked his thighs and the floor.

The sensation triggered his own release, Lor thrusting deep one last time, his cock pulsing as he came, hot ropes of cum flooding her pussy, filling her to the brim until it leaked out around his shaft, dripping down her legs in thick, creamy trails.

They collapsed together, panting, Lor’s arms wrapping around her to keep her upright, his cock still buried inside her, twitching with aftershocks.

Their bodies were slick with sweat, Eva’s top a ruined mess around her neck, her shorts and panties tangled at her ankles, her pussy dripping with their combined release, the air thick with the scent of sex.

Lor’s shirt was half-unbuttoned, his trousers barely up, his cock softening but still glistening with her juices.

"Gods," Eva whispered, her voice hoarse, her green eyes hazy as she looked up at him, a faint, satisfied smile tugging at her lips despite the filthy mess. "That was... insane."

Lor chuckled, brushing a sweaty strand of hair from her face, "It sure was."

She nodded, leaning into his touch, her body still trembling with the aftershocks, her breasts heaving with each breath, nipples still erect and sensitive.

He smirked, his fingers now grazing her swollen lips, making her shiver.

"Gotta go," he murmured, his voice low and teasing, "but let’s make this parting memorable."

Before Eva could react, he went towards her drawer, picking up the slender, curved dildo from the stack of toys.

He held it up, the candlelight catching its polished sheen, then reached for the string of anal beads, the maple orbs gleaming faintly.

Eva’s eyes widened, her cheeks flushing anew with surprise and a hint of embarrassment.

"Lor—what are you—" she stammered, her voice a mix of confusion and curiosity, her breasts heaving slightly as she shifted.

Lor’s grin turned wicked, his eyes locked on hers as he brought the dildo to his lips, kissing the tip slowly, his tongue flicking out to taste the faint trace of her on it.

Eva’s breath caught, her thighs pressing together instinctively, a fresh spark of arousal igniting in her core.

He did the same with the beads, kissing one of the smooth orbs, his lips lingering as if savoring her essence.

Then, with a playful smirk, he handed them to her, his fingers brushing hers, sending a jolt through her.

"Think of me when you use these next time," he murmured, his voice husky with promise.

Eva’s heart pounded, her fingers curling around the toys, their warmth and slickness a vivid reminder of what they’d just done.

She’d always thought of him when she used them—every late-night session in her bathtub, every stolen moment in her bed, his face had haunted her fantasies—but she didn’t say it aloud.

Instead, she nodded, her cheeks burning, and managed a soft, "Thanks... for everything."

Her voice was shy, but her eyes held his, a silent acknowledgment of the connection they’d forged.

Lor adjusted his shirt, slinging his bag over his shoulder, the faint rustle of Ameth’s bra and panties along with the others inside making him smirk inwardly.

"See you at the tournament," he said, turning toward the door, his hand reaching for the knob.

"Wait—" Eva’s hand shot out, grabbing his wrist one last time, her touch soft but urgent.

"One more time?" he asked, his voice low, playful, already half-expecting her to pull him back for another round.

Eva’s flush deepened, but she shook her head quickly, her blue hair swaying, the oversized bow trembling.

"No—I mean, not that!" she stammered, her eyes darting nervously toward the door.

"If you leave through there, my mom will see you. She’ll ask questions. You... you should go out the window." She pointed to the small window by her bed, its frame open to the cool evening air, the curtains fluttering softly.

Lor chuckled, the sound warm and amused.

"Sneaking out like a thief, huh? Alright, I like it." He gave her a wink, his bag bouncing against his hip as he crossed to the window.

He paused to glance back at her, taking in the sight of her—disheveled, half-naked, clutching the toys with a mix of embarrassment and desire.

"Good night, Eva," he said, his voice fond, before climbing through the window with surprising grace, his silhouette disappearing into the dusk.

Eva stood there for a moment, her heart still racing, the toys warm in her hands.

She sank onto the bed, her legs shaky, her body still buzzing with the memory of his touch, his cock, the way he’d filled her.

She tucked the toys under her pillow, her cheeks burning as she imagined using them later, his words echoing in her mind.

.

Outside, Lor hit the ground with a soft thud, his bag slung securely over his shoulder.

The night air was crisp, carrying the faint scent of woodsmoke and roasted meat from nearby houses.

He grinned to himself, a perverse, triumphant smirk spreading across his face as he started the walk home.