CHAPTER 38: CHAPTER 38

Jasmine leaned in, whispering hot against my ear, "You’re twitching so hard inside me. You gonna cum already?"

"Not... yet..." I hissed, gripping her thighs tight.

"Hey, Jas," Tessa called out. "Come here. Check if it looks good or not. I think I messed it up."

I stood, lifting her effortlessly, my cock still buried deep inside her. She wrapped her legs around my waist, squealing and laughing, but I didn’t let up—kept thrusting into her as I carried her straight into the kitchen.

Tessa glanced back, totally unfazed, stirring a steaming pot.

Jasmine craned her neck, trying to look, her tits bouncing against my chest as I kept fucking her mid-step. "Mmm... looks... okay," she gasped, biting her lip as I shoved deeper.

"Good," I growled, slamming her against the counter, my cock driving into her like I owned her.

I set her down on the warm kitchen tiles, but Jasmine wasn’t having it. She bent forward over the oven, one hand braced against the counter, the other flicking her sweaty hair back. Her skirt hiked up to her waist, ass arched high like an offering.

"Fuck me like this," she purred, wiggling her hips, her dripping slit glistening in the light.

I growled low in my throat and grabbed her ass, spreading those perfect cheeks wide before driving my cock back into her.

The sound echoed instantly—wet slaps, obscene squelches, skin against skin. The oven’s fan hummed, the pot hissed with bubbling sauce, and my cock pistoned into her like I was trying to cook her from the inside out.

In front of us, Tessa sighed as she stirred lazily, like she’d seen this a hundred times before. "You two are fucking animals," she muttered, flicking her spoon. "Can’t even let me finish one damn recipe in peace?"

"Shut the fuck up, Tessa," Jasmine growled, moaning louder as I went harder. "You love the background music anyway."

Her pussy squeezed around me, milking every inch as if she wanted to tear the control out of me. My teeth clenched, sweat running down my neck. I was on the edge, my balls tightening with every brutal slam.

But not yet. I couldn’t fucking lose it yet.

"Goddamn..." I gritted, slamming into her harder, the wet sound filling the cramped kitchen. "You’re gonna make me fucking explode."

Her moans pitched higher, needy, demanding. "Do it... ruin me, Evan—"

"No," I hissed, biting down on her shoulder, fighting back the boiling pressure. "Not yet."

Tessa exhaled, stirring without even looking back. "I swear, if you blow your load in her before I taste this sauce, I’ll throw this pot at your head."

"Shut up!" Jasmine whined, her back arching deeper. "He’s not allowed to stop—don’t you dare stop—fuck me harder, Evan!"

I slammed my hips until the counter rattled, every thrust pushing a cry from her lips. My thighs burned, my cock pulsed like a live wire.

I was right there. One wrong move and I was done.

"Gotta—switch—" I grunted, pulling out of her so fast she gasped at the sudden emptiness.

She turned, panting, sweat dripping between her tits. Her face flushed, lips swollen, eyes glassy with lust. She climbed onto the edge of the kitchen table, spreading her legs wide, bare ass planted on the cool wood.

"Come here," she whispered, voice shaky but dripping with hunger. "Fill me again."

I grabbed her thighs and shoved them apart, cock throbbing as I lined up. Her wet pussy glistened, practically begging me in sticky strings that stretched down her thighs.

"Fuck, Jasmine..." I muttered, pushing inside in one deep stroke.

She gasped, head snapping back, nails clawing the edge of the table. "Ohhh fuck yes—deeper—harder!"

I held her legs wide, pounding into her with raw, brutal strokes that shook the table under us.

"You feel that?" I growled, leaning in close, slamming every word into her with my hips. "You’re dripping all over me. All over this fucking table."

"Y-yes!" she cried, tits bouncing wildly. "You’re splitting me—oh god—I can’t—"

"Hold it together," I snarled, sweat dripping into her cleavage. "I’m not stopping ’til I fucking break you."

Her eyes rolled back, mouth wide open as I jackhammered into her, thighs trembling in my grip. "Ohh fuuuck, Evan—yes! Yes, don’t stop—don’t stop!"

From the stove, Tessa sighed again, though her cheeks had a faint pink glow. "You’re gonna break the damn table if you keep that up."

"Let it break," I hissed, not even looking her way. "I’m not done."

Jasmine’s body writhed under me, every thrust pushing wetness out around my cock, dripping to the floor. Her moans turned high-pitched, ragged, like she couldn’t even breathe right.

And then—

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Quest Completed

Title: Hold it

Reward: 10c

15 EXP

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The moment the notification flashed in my vision, my restraint shattered like glass.

"Fuck—!" I roared, slamming deep, my hips locking against her ass as the first hot pulse tore out of me.

My cock erupted, pumping thick ropes of cum straight into her soaked pussy. She screamed, her whole body shaking violently as I filled her.

"Ahhh! Evan—oh fuck, it’s so hot!"

I kept thrusting through it, each jerk grinding me deeper, forcing the cum to spill past her folds, down her ass, splattering to the floor in messy strings.

"God—damn!" I groaned, biting down on my lip hard enough to taste copper. "Take it all, Jasmine—fuck!"

Her pussy clenched around me, twitching, desperate, sucking at me like it wanted every drop. Her body writhed, her voice cracking into sobs of pleasure as I kept unloading inside her.

The table shuddered beneath us, one leg groaning dangerously, but I didn’t care. I wasn’t stopping until the last spurt left me.

Finally, when my cock twitched weakly with the last of it, I pulled out. The head slid free with a wet pop, and cum immediately spilled out of her, dripping in thick globs onto the floor. Her thighs were streaked, her stomach shiny, the table a sticky mess.

I wasn’t ready to stop touching her, though. My cock, still slick and heavy, dragged across her swollen folds, smearing the mess back into her. She whimpered, legs trembling as I rubbed the tip along the seam of her pussy, tracing every twitching line of her heat.

"E-Evan," she gasped, shivering when I pressed against her clit, grinding lazily. "You’re... you’re making it worse..."

"Worse?" I chuckled, dragging myself higher, leaving streaks of white up her stomach until the head rested just under her tits. "Looks to me like you love it."

Her eyes fluttered, chest rising and falling, nipples stiff from the attention. "I... I can’t even breathe right," she whispered, half-laughing, half-moaning.

I pushed down again, rubbing across her thigh, painting her skin in sloppy strokes until she was smeared with me from hip to navel. "Good. Don’t forget who put you like this."

She met my gaze, lips trembling but smiling faintly. "Like I ever could."

I kissed her on the lips, then exhaled.

Well, shiit. This was good.

Jasmine collapsed onto the table, chest heaving, her arms limp at her sides. Her pussy still twitched, leaking onto the wood in slow, obscene drops. She turned her head just enough to look at me, eyes dazed, lips trembling. "Y-you... you really did break me..." she whispered.

From the stove, Tessa let out a sharp little laugh, though her cheeks were flushed red as ripe cherries. "Yeah, and half the damn kitchen with it," she said. She turned away a little too quickly, pretending to focus on nothing, her hand brushing across her own thigh.

I smirked, still catching my breath, and reached out to drag my fingers across Jasmine’s trembling leg, spreading the mess around just to watch her shiver. "Worth it," I muttered.

The notification still glowed faintly in my vision, a reminder that this was more than just sex—it was progress. And looking at Jasmine’s wrecked, satisfied body, I knew I wasn’t done with her. Not by a long shot.

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Sexual Activity Completed

Partner: Jasmine MARQUEZ

EXP Gained: +10

Star Rating: 1.2 ★

Reason: Your Partner

Didn’t Climax.

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Jasmine collapsed back on the table, chest heaving, sweat-soaked hair stuck to her face. "Holy... shit..." she gasped, laughing breathlessly. "You nearly killed me."

I wiped my forehead with the back of my hand, cock still twitching, dripping a trail of cum down my thigh.

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Name: Evan Marlowe

Age: 21

Height: 179 cm

Weight: 73 kg

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Level: 3

EXP: 221 / 239

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Tessa finally turned, shaking her head at the sight of cum dripping onto her clean floor. "You’re disgusting," she muttered, though there was a smile tugging at her lips. "Horny fucking animals."

I leaned against the counter, breathing hard, eyes still locked on Jasmine’s wrecked body.

"Yeah," I panted, smirking. "But goddamn, it was worth it."

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Enough credit for that oil. Fuck yeah it was worth it alright.

I was still leaning against the counter, chest heaving, when I felt eyes on me.

Tessa.