Chapter 418

My hips snapped forward—harder, faster—skin slapping skin loud enough to echo off the walls. Her pussy clenched around me in frantic little pulses, walls fluttering like they were trying to pull me deeper. I reached down with one hand, grabbed a handful of her ass cheek, and squeezed—hard—then brought my palm down in a sharp, stinging crack.

The flesh jiggled; a bright pink handprint bloomed instantly across her pale skin.

"You’re gonna wear that long dress tonight," I said, voice low and mean. "Or I’ll fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk tomorrow. I’ll keep you edged all night—bring you right to the edge over and over—until you’re crying and begging to behave."

Kayla whimpered—high, broken—hips jerking back onto my cock. "Evan... please... I—I’ll wear it... I swear..."

I slapped her ass again—harder this time—the sound ringing out like a whipcrack. Her cheek flushed deeper red; she cried out, body shuddering.

"Damn right you will," I snarled. "This fat ass is mine. No one else gets to see it in those slutty little dresses. You tease me again and I’ll spank you raw—then fuck you until you can’t sit down."

Another slap right on the same spot. Her skin burned hot under my palm; she moaned louder, pussy clamping down so tight it dragged a groan out of me.

Kayla was climbing fast now—breath hitching, thighs trembling in my grip, walls starting to flutter wildly around my cock.

"I’m—close—Evan—please—"

The interface flickered:

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Orgasm Control

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Target: Kayla

Arousal: ■■■■■■■■■■ 96%

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[1] Deny Orgasm

[2] Ruin Orgasm

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I selected [1] again.

Her whole body locked up—back arching, pussy spasming violently around me, trying to force the climax through sheer desperation. A strangled whine tore from her throat; her hips bucked once, twice—frantic—then the wave simply collapsed. The orgasm died mid-peak, leaving her trembling, empty, aching.

"No—no—nooo..." she sobbed, voice cracking. "Evan... fuck... why..."

I pulled out completely—slow—watching her pussy gape for a second before clenching on nothing. A thick string of her arousal stretched between us, then snapped.

She collapsed forward—chest heaving, tears leaking from the corners of her eyes—ass still red and glowing from the slaps.

I gave her one more hard smack—right across both cheeks—making her yelp and jolt.

Then I lined up again and slid back inside—deep, slow, deliberate.

"Again," I said quietly. "You’re gonna take it until you learn."

I started moving—long, punishing strokes—building her right back up while she whimpered and begged beneath me.

I let go of her thighs slowly, easing her lower body back down to the floor. Kayla’s legs trembled as they hit the carpet, her knees buckling slightly from the strain of being held up like that for so long. She was a mess—hair wild, face flushed and tear-streaked, pussy still glistening and swollen from the edging. Her breaths came in short, desperate pants, eyes locked on mine with that mix of frustration and raw need.

I didn’t give her time to recover.

I hooked my hands under her waist—fingers digging into the soft skin there—and hoisted her up in one smooth lift. I carried her the few steps to the bed and dumped her onto the mattress on her back. The springs creaked under her weight; she bounced once, breasts jiggling, then settled with a gasp.

I climbed on after her, knees sinking into the comforter on either side of her hips. My hands found her thighs—smooth, warm—and spread them wide, exposing her completely. Her pussy was a sight: lips puffy and pink clit throbbing visibly, slick with arousal and the remnants of our earlier mess. She was dripping onto the sheets already, a dark spot forming beneath her ass.

I fisted my cock—still slick from her—and lined up with her entrance. The head nudged her folds, parting them easily, and I pushed in slow—inch by inch—watching her face contort in pleasure as I filled her.

"Fuck..." I groaned, bottoming out in one long slide. "So tight... so fucking perfect."

Kayla’s back arched off the bed, hands flying to my shoulders, nails digging in. "Evan... yes... God, yes..."

I started moving—slow at first, long drags that let her feel every ridge and vein. Her walls clutched me like a vice, hot and slippery, pulling me deeper with every thrust. I leaned down, chest pressing against her breasts, lips brushing her ear.

"You feel that?" I whispered, voice rough. "How deep I am? This pussy was made for me. So wet, so ready... you love taking my cock, don’t you?"

She nodded frantically—hair splayed across the pillows—moaning low in her throat. "I love it... I love it so much... harder, Evan... please..."

I gave it to her.

I picked up the pace—hips snapping forward with more force, the bedframe creaking under us. Each thrust slapped wetly against her clit, sending jolts through her body. Her legs wrapped around my waist, heels digging into my back, urging me deeper. I reached down with one hand, grabbed a handful of her ass—squeezing the thick, soft flesh—and used it for leverage, pulling her onto me harder.

"Look at this ass," I growled, slapping it once—sharp, stinging. The flesh jiggled, a pink mark blooming. "So fucking huge and perfect. I could fuck you like this all day, watch it bounce while you scream for me."

Kayla cried out—louder now—head thrashing side to side. "Evan... oh God... I’m—I’m close again..."

I felt it—her walls starting to flutter, clamping down in rhythmic waves. Her thighs shook against my sides; her breaths turned short and ragged. I thrust harder—deeper—grinding my hips in slow circles every time I bottomed out, dragging the head of my cock over that sensitive spot inside her.

The interface flickered:

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Orgasm Control

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Target: Kayla

Arousal: ■■■■■■■■■■ 98%

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[1] Deny Orgasm

[2] Ruin Orgasm

╰────────────────────╯

But this time... no.

I let it happen.

"That’s it, baby," I murmured, voice low and encouraging. "Cum for me. Cum hard. Be a good girl and let go."

Kayla shattered.

Her orgasm hit like a storm—body convulsing beneath me, pussy spasming wildly around my cock in violent, milking pulses. She screamed—loud, raw, uninhibited—the sound tearing out of her throat and echoing off the walls. "EVAN—FUCK—YES—OH GOD—"

It was so intense her back bowed off the bed, legs locking around me like a vice. The neighbors had to hear it—hell, the whole apartment building probably did. Her screams turned to sobs—broken, overwhelmed—as wave after wave crashed through her. Wetness flooded out around my cock, soaking my balls, dripping down onto the sheets in hot gushes. She shook like she was breaking apart, tears streaming down her cheeks, mouth open in a silent cry when the noise finally gave out.

"Good girl," I groaned, thrusting through it—slow, deep—riding every spasm. "That’s my good girl... cum all over my cock... let it all out..."

Her pussy kept clenching—relentless, rhythmic—milking me so tight it dragged me right to the edge. The pressure built fast—balls drawing up, spine tingling, cock throbbing inside her.

"I’m close," I rasped, voice strained. "Fuck... get up. Jerk me off while I cum on those dresses."

Kayla—still trembling from aftershocks—nodded weakly. I pulled out with a wet pop, her pussy clenching on nothing, and helped her sit up. She slid off the bed onto her knees—shaky, obedient—and wrapped both hands around my cock. Slick with her cum, it glistened under the bedroom light.

I grabbed the two dresses from the floor—the green bodycon and the red mini—and spread them out flat on the bed like a canvas.

Kayla started jerking me—slow at first, then faster—twisting her wrists on the upstroke, thumb rubbing over the head just how I liked. Her eyes were locked on mine—dark, spent, but still hungry.

I reached down, grabbed a handful of her ass—squeezing hard, fingers digging into the soft, jiggling flesh. "Fuck... that ass... keep going..."

She sped up—hands flying now, slick sounds filling the room.

The pressure snapped.

I came hard—first rope shooting out thick and hot, splattering across the green dress in a long, white streak. Then another—onto the red mini—coating the hem and the cutouts. Rope after rope exploded from me—more than usual, like I’d been holding back for hours—painting both dresses in messy, sticky arcs. The orgasm ripped through me in waves: hot pulses starting from my balls, surging up my shaft, spilling out in endless, overwhelming spurts. My hips jerked with each one; my groan turned to a growl as Kayla kept pumping, milking every last drop until it dribbled over her fingers and onto the fabric below.

"Fuck... yes... that’s it... fuck... yes..."

Kayla didn’t stop—kept jerking slowly, coaxing out the final weak spurts, her hands slick with cum.

Finally I eased back, cock twitching in her grip.

She let me go and looked down at the dresses—both ruined now, cum stains soaking into the material, turning dark patches on the green and red. The long navy one I’d chosen earlier lay untouched off to the side—clean, pristine.

I smirked down at her.

"Well, now you don’t have any choice, huh?"