CHAPTER 128: ...DONE?(2)(R18+)

Steve’s eyes were locked on her—hungry, and unblinking.

And she— with her eyes wide, lips parted slightly, breath trembling through her chest as she stared right back at him, her gaze molten with desire.

She didn’t speak at first. She just stepped closer, slow and deliberate.

Her cheeks were still tinged with a delicate blush, but her hands didn’t hesitate. They rose—trembling, certain—and pressed against his chest, feeling the tension coiled just beneath his skin.

She glanced down for only a moment—eyes flicking to his waist, a single shiver rolling through her body—before lifting her gaze again to meet his. Then she took in a slow, full breath, her chest rising, falling.

"Don’t ..." Her voice was soft.

"Don’t tell me you’re already done."

The words caught him off-guard, sobering and cutting through the haze.

His smile faltered. For a heartbeat, he only looked at her, eyes dark and unreadable.

And then, slowly, it returned—that lazy, dangerous smile.

He tilted his head slightly, voice low.

"You still want me that badly?"

Her lips curved. There was mischief there, but something tender, too. She didn’t answer with words at first. Just that look.

"I mean..." she whispered, pausing, trying not to laugh.

"What can I say? I love it big."

Steve let out a breathless laugh—disbelieving.

She leaned in close, so close he could feel the warmth of her breath on his jaw. Her fingers grazed his collarbone, slow and teasing, as her other hand slid down over his stomach.

’She still wants more...damnit..fucking her out here in the open is to risky. But—fuck—no one heard us the first time. I’m sure of it.’

His heart was pounding now, harder than ever. The sound of the river nearby only made the moment more surreal, more forbidden.

He pulled back, just a little, enough to look down at her flushed face. His hand came up to brush her cheek, fingers warm and rough against her soft skin.

Then he leaned in, and his voice dropped into a near whisper, giving a reply to her previous mutter.

"Isn’t it a good thing you have me, then?"

Her smile deepened. One hand stayed on his chest, but the other—slow as sin—slid lower, down into the cool water that lapped at their thighs.

She watched his face the entire time. Her breath hitched, and her fingers moved with deliberate purpose, brushing along his length beneath the surface.

Steve’s jaw clenched.

She leaned in, lips just grazing the edge of his ear, and whispered.

"Still feels good, doesn’t it?"

And then she moved lower.

Her hand dipped beneath the surface—slow, searching.

The river’s water wrapped around her wrist like a cool silk ribbon, but beneath it... he was fire. Hard and swollen, hot against the lukewarm current, pulsing with life.

The moment her fingers brushed his cock, she felt it twitch.

A soft gasp escaped her lips, and her mouth fell slightly open—stunned, breathless. It was so warm against her cool touch, the contrast making her shiver. Her soft palm wrapped around him fully, slick and easy in the water, the natural wetness making every glide smooth, luxurious.

She exhaled, lips parting wider now, watching the thick shape of him move with her strokes beneath the shimmering surface. Her eyes were half-lidded, dazed, caught between awe and craving. With a slow twist of her wrist, she stroked him again—firm, yet delicate—drawing a low grunt from his throat.

Then her other hand slid beneath the water, joining the first. Both hands moved together—one squeezing gently, the other sliding down to the base and then up the shaft again, a perfect rhythm that echoed the pounding in her chest.

Steve inhaled sharply, his eyes pinned to her face, to the movement of her arms beneath the surface. His breath grew heavy, and then—he stepped in.

His body pressed closer to hers, and one hand slid down her back, disappearing beneath the water until it met the full curve of her ass. He groaned as he grabbed it, greedy, fingers sinking into soft flesh that filled his palm. She gasped at the touch—half from shock, half from thrill—as he squeezed, firm and unapologetic.

Her ass was plush and warm under the water, the motion of her body making it ripple against his grip. He pulled her into him, cock twitching in her grasp as he leaned in, lowering his head toward her ear.

Then he spanked her—just once. A sharp smack against the other cheek, underwater but unmistakable.

She jolted, a whimper catching in her throat. Her hands didn’t stop stroking him. If anything, they quickened—sliding back and forth, fingers tight and gliding smooth, each stroke sending another bolt of heat between her legs.

"Fuck..." Steve muttered, barely above a whisper. His voice was thick with lust.

"You’re driving me insane."

She met his eyes, cheeks flushed, lips slightly parted in an almost-smile—taunting, inviting, melting.

He groaned again, head tilting back slightly, as the pleasure deepened.

She leaned in closer, whispering against his mouth,

"You feel so good in my hands..."

And without asking, without needing permission—Steve grabbed her, turning her around with a firm grip.

He bent her over, slow and deliberate, until her back arched just right.

Her ass was on full display, round and perfect, jiggling slightly with every breath. Her pussy was still soaked, lips flushed and swollen, throbbing from what came before, begging to be filled again.

He lined himself up behind her, one hand gripping her hip, the other guiding his cock.

The tip of his cock brushed her entrance—wet, hot, ready—and with a deep thrust, he buried himself inside her. A gasp tore from her lips, followed by a moan that echoed through the landscape.

"Ohh..."

She didn’t hold back, didn’t pretend to resist. She pushed back into his full length, matching his rhythm, hungry for every inch.

Their bodies clashed in raw, wet slaps, skin on skin, a rhythm born of urgency. He fucked her hard, deep, steady—like he meant to forget everything else.

Her moans grew louder, throatier, echoing as his hips slammed into her ass, over and over, her legs trembled with each thrust.

The pace never slowed. Sweat dripped from his skin onto hers. Her body rocked with every thrust, ass bouncing back against him, taking everything he gave.

They fucked like it was the last night on earth, like nothing else mattered but this—t

And as time passed, the night outside had began to fade into pale morning light.