Chapter 333: Ella Caves In! [18+]

They sat like that for a while, hands linked, the air between them lighter. Kyle glanced at the clock—still early evening—and squeezed her hand.

"How about we order some takeout? Talk more? Or not talk, if you want. Whatever feels right." Kyle suggested. Ella nodded, leaning her head on his shoulder.

"Yeah. Takeout sounds good. And... thanks, Kyle. For not letting me blow everything up." Ella was quick to show her gratitude.

"Anytime," he murmured, pressing a careful kiss to her forehead this time—no recoils needed. As the night unfolded, the fractures in their confessions began to mend, one honest word at a time.

Ding!]

[Update in affection bar!]

[Ella’s affection: 47%!]

Kyle’s forehead kiss was innocent but Ella’s body was already betraying her. The guilt from earlier had melted into something primal, a raw hunger that clawed at her insides. She shifted on the couch, her thigh brushing against his, and Kyle felt the heat radiating from her. Her nipples hardened against the thin fabric of her tank top, aching for touch. Fuck this slow burn—she wanted him now.

Ella turned to him, her grey eyes dark with lust, and shoved him back against the cushions with surprising force.

"Enough talking, Kyle," she growled, straddling his lap in one fluid motion. Her shorts rode up, exposing the damp spot on her panties as she ground down on his growing bulge.

"I’ve been wet since that stupid kiss. You feel that? That’s your fault, you teasing bastard." Ella blamed him and the way she spoke showed she was comfortable.

Kyle’s hands instinctively gripped her hips, his cock twitching beneath her. He blinked up at her, surprised that she made the first move. "Ella... you sure? We don’t have to rush—" Kyle wanted to make sure because this was something they couldn’t come back from.

"Shut the fuck up," Ella snapped, grabbing his shirt and yanking it over his head. Her nails raked down his chest, leaving red trails that made him hiss.

"I want this. I want your cock inside me—or on me, or whatever the hell I say. You got a problem with that?" Her voice was raw, filthy, dominant as hell, and it sent a jolt straight to Kyle’s dick. He’d seen glimpses of this side of her—the fiery redhead who didn’t take shit—but this? This was pure filth, and it turned him on more than he thought possible.

"No problem," he murmured, voice husky, easing into it because there was no need to resist. His hands slid up her sides, thumbs brushing the undersides of her breasts.

"Just... tell me if it’s too much. I want you comfortable." Kyle tried his best to reassure her.

Ella laughed, low and dirty, as she peeled off her tank top, her full tits bouncing free. They were perfect—pale, heavy, with pink nipples already erect and hard.

"Comfortable? I want to be wrecked," Ella whispered into his ear. She grabbed his hands and slammed them onto her chest, forcing him to squeeze.

"Suck these tits like you mean it." Ella commanded. The switch was drastic, Kyle had no idea she would be this into it but it only made it even more exciting.

Kyle groaned, his restraint cracking. He leaned in, mouth latching onto one nipple, sucking hard while his tongue flicked the peak. Ella arched, moaning loud and unashamed.

"Fuck yes, just like that. Harder, you pussy—bite it." Her words were venom-laced honey, making his cock throb painfully against his pants.

As he switched to the other breast, lavishing it with wet, sloppy sucks, Ella’s hand dove between them. She fumbled with his zipper, freeing his thick cock in one rough yank. It sprang out, veiny and hard, pre-cum already beading at the tip.

"Goddamn, look at this fat cock," she purred, wrapping her fingers around the shaft. Her grip was firm, almost punishing, as she started stroking—slow at first, twisting her wrist on the upstroke, thumb smearing the pre-cum over the head.

Kyle bucked into her hand, moaning against her tit, the vibration sending shocks through her.

"Ella... fuck, your hand feels so good...~!" Kyle couldn’t keep his moan in and this turned Ella all the more. A man who moaned? Sign her up.

"Yeah? You like when I jerk your big dick?" She pumped faster, her foul mouth relentless.

"Bet you’ve been dreaming about flooding my throat with cum. You dirty man," Her dominance fueled him, his hips thrusting instinctively as he sucked harder, teeth grazing her nipple just enough to make her gasp.

She shoved him back again, sliding down his body until she knelt between his legs. Her tits heaved with each breath, and she spat on his cock— a thick glob landing right on the head—before stroking it in with her palm.

"Watch me," she commanded, eyes locked on his as she leaned forward.

Kyle’s breath hitched as she pressed her tits together, enveloping his cock in soft, warm flesh. The sight was obscene—his shaft disappearing between her perfect breasts, the tip poking out with each squeeze.

"Holy shit, Ella...~," Kyle didn’t bother hiding his moan.

"Now titfuck me," Ella demanded, voice stained with lust.

"Fuck my tits like the slutty toys they are." She held them tight, creating a slick channel, and Kyle eased in carefully at first, thrusting up slowly to gauge her reaction.

"Don’t you dare go soft on me," Ella snarled, but her eyes softened for a split second—appreciation for his care amid the filth.

"Fuck them harder. I want to feel that cock bruise my chest," Ella had been starved for so long that she had forgotten how intimacy feels like, she wanted to experience it all again.

Kyle growled, turned on beyond words by her rawness. He gripped her shoulders and started thrusting, his hips snapping as his cock slid between her tits. The friction was insane—soft skin gripping him, her spit and his pre-cum making it glide perfectly. With each upward stroke, the head popped out, and Ella was there—tongue out, sucking the tip greedily. Slurp. Thrust. Slurp.

"Mmm, taste so fucking good," Ella mumbled around the head, sucking hard, hollowing her cheeks as she swirled her tongue over the slit. Drool spilled from her mouth, dripping down his shaft and her tits, making everything messy and wet.

"Give me that cum, Kyle. Paint my face with it, you dirty fucker," Ella wasn’t shy—at all.

Her words pushed him closer, his thrusts erratic. He reached down, pinching her nipples while he fucked her cleavage. Ella’s free hand snaked between her legs, rubbing her clit furiously through her soaked shorts.

"I’m gonna cum just from this," Ella gasped, sucking his tip harder with each thrust.

"Your cock’s so fucking thick—stretching my tits like a whore," Ella looked hungry and it wasn’t for food.

"Ella... gonna cum—" Kyle couldn’t hold on any longer.

"Do it," Ella hissed, popping the tip into her mouth one last time, sucking like a vacuum as he thrust up.

"Urrgghh... I’m cumming~!" Kyle’s mind went blank for a second.

He exploded, ropes of hot cum shooting across her tongue, splashing her lips and chin as she pulled back to let some coat her tits. Ella moaned, rubbing it in, licking her lips clean.

"Fuck!... so much cum and you expected me to swallow it all! You trying to suffocate me, you pervert!" Ella cussed at him but partly surprised he could let out so much to begin with.

"You... are incredible," Kyle panted.

"Damn right. And we’re not done yet."