CHAPTER 51: [R18] CLASH OF CROWNS

Nia’s hips kept giving these slow, shivery jerks as her climax dragged on, her thighs squeezing tight around Nash’s sides and trembling.

He could feel every small pulse through her body, the heat rolling off her. When she finally caught her breath, still shaking slightly, he felt the cling of his ruined shorts, soaked from her release.

He let his palm roam over her ass, the damp fabric hot and soft under his hand, and said with a low smirk.

"You’re already done, and we haven’t even started."

She let out a shaky laugh between breaths, voice husky.

"No one’s made me come like that in... forever." Then she leaned in and bit his shoulder just enough to make him grunt. He slid his other hand under the lace, his fingers finding bare skin, tracing slow circles near her tight rim while the rest of his hand squeezed the other cheek, pulling, relaxing, feeling her flex under his touch.

A moan escaped her lips, but she still managed to grin right in his face.

"Second time you’ve made me drip without even fucking me," she teased, eyes half-lidded.

She straightened her back and started grinding on his lap again, her voice turning into a purr.

"Maybe you’ve got more skill than I thought... but don’t get cocky."

She leaned in so close he could taste the lemon-sweetness of her breath.

"I’m Nia Valencia," she whispered, "and this is my kingdom."

Nash moved in, their mouths just an inch apart, and said quietly.

"And I think you’re losing it tonight."

Her tongue slid across his lips in a slow, wet stroke that made his pulse hammer, and she giggled before whispering.

"Make me."

For a moment, her words just hung there, the tension thick, and then Nia’s mouth crashed into his.

Nash felt the wet heat of her lips, the sudden pressure and the slippery slide as her tongue pushed in deep.

She tasted sweet and faintly like the wine she’d had earlier, mixed with the sharper tang of her breath.

Her tongue explored him greedily, curling, stroking, sucking on his, then letting him take hers in his mouth like she wanted him to taste every inch.

The kiss was messy, mouths open, tongues tangling and sliding, with little wet sounds—mmm, ahh, slrp—filling the space between their breaths.

Nash’s head spun; it was all heat and saliva, his tongue painting over hers, hers sweeping every corner of his mouth.

He could hear her moans vibrating into him, feel the heat building in his chest.

Each noisy pop when they broke for a split second only pushed them into another messy lock, sometimes mouths open, tongues hanging out and rolling together, Nia tilting her head so the flat of her tongue rubbed in slow circles against his, then Nash catching her tongue between his lips and sucking it deep outside of her mouth with a wet

"mmmph... slrp."

They held it until they both had to gasp for air, lips slick, chests rising, before diving right back in.

Nia’s back arched hard, pressing her breasts tight to Nash’s chest while her hips stayed locked in his lap.

Their kiss was wet and hungry, mouths sliding together like neither cared if they could breathe. Nash’s hand slid down past her hip, fingertips brushing the hot edge of her panties before pressing firmly between her thighs.

The heat there was instant, her pussy soft, soaked, and throbbing against his touch.

He rubbed slow, firm circles right over her clit through the thin fabric, feeling it get wetter and clingier with every pass.

She broke the kiss just to moan, shaky and low.

"Mmm... yeah... just like that... you’re very good."

He smirked against her lips.

"Feels like you’ve been waiting for it."

She answered with another deep, messy kiss, her hands yanking his shirt up over his chest, nails scraping skin.

He helped her toss it aside, then hooked his finger under her panties and slid them to the side.

Bare heat spilled over his fingertips, slick folds parting around him, so wet he could hear the squelch under her gasp.

He dragged one finger up her slit, slow, savoring the way her pussy twitched and squeezed.

"God... sugar..." she breathed, voice catching. "I’ve wanted this since you walked in."

He pressed in just enough to make her clench, then eased back to circle her clit directly.

"You wanted it, huh?"

"Mmh... yeah," she whispered, hips rocking into his hand. "Don’t stop... make me lose it again."

Her hands roamed down his stomach, nails tracing every cut of muscle. His thumb worked her clit while another finger slid lower toward her entrance, feeling her tighten.

She bit her lip, meeting his eyes with a wicked grin.

"If you keep that up... you’re gonna see just how messy I can really get."

And just as she said, her fingers slid beneath, curiosity and heat guiding her hand until she brushed the rigid outline straining against his shorts.

The size and shape were impossible to ignore; even through the fabric, it was thick, heavy, and alive in her grip. Her eyes widened slightly, though her smirk stayed in place as if she had seen plenty in her time, but this, this was something else.

With a slow, delicate motion, she hooked her fingers under the waistband and tugged the shorts down. The moment Nash’s dick sprang free, her practiced composure cracked for just a second, her lips parting in surprise, pupils narrowing on the sheer presence of the beast.

The weight of it, the way it throbbed in the air between them, made her hand instinctively adjust her grip.

"...Damn," she breathed, voice low.

Her thumb traced along the thick vein, testing the heat, feeling the subtle pulse under his skin.

"You... you’ve been hiding this from me?" Her gaze flicked up to meet his, sharp but with an undeniable hunger behind it.

Nash caught the look and felt a rush of pride surge through him. All the suffering, the quests, the changes, the improvements, they were all for a moment like this.

He smirked, letting her inspect him like a pro evaluating a rare find.

Nia’s hand slid from base to tip with a slow stroke, testing the weight, the firmness, her lips curling into a grin as if she had just accepted a personal challenge.

"Alright," she said, almost to herself, "let’s see what you can really do with this."

With that, she slid lower between his thighs.

Her hand closed around the thick, hot length of his dick, her eyes locked to his as she drank in the size and weight in her palm.

It was a heavy, throbbing challenge that sent a sharp pulse of heat through her, making her thighs tense.

Nash’s smirk told her he liked the way she was staring, but Nia wasn’t about to be just another girl kneeling for him, she was going to take her time and show she could make him lose control.

With a slow, devilish grin, she leaned closer until her breath warmed the swollen tip.

Nash’s abs tightened, his legs shifting as if to resist the urge to push forward. She let him see that she was the one deciding the pace.

Her tongue slipped out, wet and slow, and tasted the bead of precum waiting for her.

"Mmm..." she hummed, the sound vibrating against him.

The salty-sweet taste made her mouth water and her core clench. His groan rumbled above her, his grip on the sofa’s armrests hardening.

She circled the tip with her tongue, tracing every vein down the underside, her saliva making a slick, wet path.

Slrp... slrp...

The sound of spit coating him filled the room, mixing with their ragged breathing. She made sure every slow lick built up the tension before parting her lips wider.

Her jaw stretched as she eased him in, inch by inch.

Mmmph...

Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked, pulling him deeper until she felt him nudge the back of her throat.

Nash’s head fell back, a low grunt slipping out. Her free hand wrapped around the base, stroking in time with her mouth, making each slide smoother as her spit dripped down to meet her fingers.

The musk of his arousal filled her senses. She took a deep inhale, then pushed herself further, her throat relaxing to take more.

He groaned again, his hips twitching, and she rewarded him with a firmer suck. Precum mixed with her saliva into a warm, slippery coat over her tongue, a taste she savored like something addictive.

Her other hand cradled his balls, gently rolling their weight, feeling them tighten under her touch. She knew he was close; the pulse in his shaft was stronger now.

But instead of finishing him, she pulled back until her lips popped off with a wet plop.

"You like that, huh?" she murmured with a sly smile.

"Yeah... Nia..." he breathed out.

"Mmh," she purred, licking around the crown before taking him in deep again.

This time, she pushed herself until her lips met her hand, swallowing around him.

Gllk... gllk...

Wet, messy sounds echoed as she bobbed her head, twisting slightly, letting her tongue rub along the underside with every pass.

Her pace built, each stroke louder, wetter, until his thighs were trembling. She could feel him thicken against her tongue, and she sped up, milking him with both mouth and hand.

His voice was breaking into strained moans now.

"Nia— I’m—"

She sealed her lips tight and sucked harder. He let out a deep, guttural groan as heat burst over her tongue.

Mmph!

The first spurt hit the back of her throat, then another, and another, each one thick and hot. She swallowed quickly but he kept coming, filling her mouth until her cheeks puffed out.

A big amount slipped past her lips, dripping down her chin and neck in warm streaks.

When he finally slowed, she pulled back with a long lick up his length, swallowing the last of what she could.

Cum and spit glistened on her lips as she smirked up at him, cheeks still puffed from what she’d managed to hold before swallowing.

A lazy strand slipped from her chin as she gave a soft laugh.

"What the hell are you...?" she murmured, her voice husky. "That’s... delicious."

Her tongue swept over her lips and teeth, then she opened her mouth wide, tongue rolling inside to show him she’d swallowed it all.

Nash felt his heartbeat hammer in his chest, his cock already stiffening again at the sight. She grinned, a low giggle escaping her.

"You’re crazy, you know that?"