Read Novel Full Chapter 1060: Descent (r-18)
Chapter 1060: Descent (r-18)
"Then come... dear. Come for me~"he said calmly, never stopping the slow, ruthless massage.
His thumbs circled higher, brushing the very edge of her outer lips without ever touching her clit or sliding inside. The pheromones on his skin sank deeper with every pass, turning the soft flesh of her thighs into one giant, pulsing erogenous zone.
The orgasm hit her like a freight train.
Her whole body seized. Thighs clamping hard around his wrists, then flying open again as violent spasms ripped through her. Her pussy gushed fresh, hot slick in rhythmic pulses, thick strands of it splattering onto the couch and coating her inner thighs in shiny, sticky warmth.
A long, broken moan tore from her throat as she shook and convulsed under his hands, the wet, filthy sound of her arousal loud in the quiet room.
He didn’t stop.
He kept massaging, deeper now, fingers digging into the quivering flesh of her inner thighs, spreading her wider, thumbs stroking right up to the crease where her swollen pussy lips began — and then pulling back at the last second.
The couch fabric grew soaked beneath her ass, the unmistakable scent of her dripping pussy growing thicker, sweeter, filling the lamplight-warmed air between them.
She came again almost immediately, the second orgasm crashing right on top of the first. Her hips jerked and rolled desperately, trying to chase his fingers, trying to force contact where he refused to give it.
Her pussy lips fluttered and winked open and closed as he watched it with focused fascination while it was leaking steadily, the slick sounds wet and obscene with every helpless twitch.
Tears of overwhelming pleasure streamed down her flushed cheeks. Her honey-blonde hair was a wild mess against the couch. The silk blouse was plastered to her sweat-slick breasts, nipples diamond-hard and aching, rising and falling with every ragged breath.
Still, he ignored her pussy.
His hands worked higher, massaging the soft crease where thigh met body, fingers gliding along the outer edges of her mound, tracing the sensitive skin just beside her dripping folds. The Magical Touch and pheromones made every single stroke feel electric, sending white-hot pulses of pleasure straight to her swollen clit and deep into her core.
She was a mess of shaking, spasming limbs. Her legs trembled uncontrollably, muscles jumping and twitching under his palms.
Fresh slick coated her inner thighs, his fingers, even the couch beneath her.
"Eros—please—I can’t— I need—" Her voice was hoarse, broken, desperate.
He leaned in, lips brushing her ear while his hands continued their relentless, teasing massage. The heat of his breath on her skin made her shiver harder.
"Not yet,"he whispered, voice dark with promise. "I’m just getting started on these beautiful thighs. We still have time before they get home... and I’m going to make you feel every single second of it."
Her only answer was a shattered moan as another wave of amplified sensation crashed through her, sending her spiraling toward yet another orgasm while his strong, pheromone-coated hands kept working her trembling thighs — slow, deep, merciless — bringing her apart piece by piece without ever giving her the one touch she was dying for.
But he wasn’t done.
Eros lowered his head, keeping his eyes locked on hers the entire time. His lips brushed the sensitive skin of her inner thigh — soft at first, then open-mouthed, sucking gently. The pheromones on his lips hit her like liquid fire.
She gasped sharply, fingers flying to his hair.
She pushed his head deeper between her thighs with a desperate, needy sound.
"More—please, more—" she gasped.
He obliged, sucking harder, tongue dragging slow, wet stripes up the trembling flesh while his eyes never left hers. The eye contact was obscene — dark, hungry, completely in control. She could see how much he was enjoying breaking her, the faint sheen of her own slick already glistening on his lower lip.
Her thighs clamped around his head, shaking violently as another orgasm ripped through her.
She cried out, hips grinding against his face, smearing her slick across his cheek while he kept licking and sucking the crease of her thigh like it was the only thing that mattered. The couch groaned under her writhing body, the wet sounds of his mouth on her skin mixing with her broken moans.
He pulled back just enough to breathe, lips shiny with her arousal, eyes still locked on hers.
"You’re shaking so beautifully for me," he murmured, voice rough. Then he dove back in, mouth on the opposite inner thigh this time, sucking a slow, possessive mark into the soft flesh while his pheromone-coated fingers kept massaging the other leg.
She pushed his head deeper again, fingers tangled tight in his hair, hips rolling helplessly. The sensations were unbearable — every real lick, every real suck, every real press of his fingers amplified a thousand times by the Magical Touch.
She came again — harder this time — thighs convulsing around his head, a long, broken sob tearing from her throat as fresh slick gushed down her ass and onto the couch.
Eros kept going.
He alternated between deep, kneading massage with his hands and slow, filthy kisses with his mouth — always keeping eye contact, always pulling back just enough to watch her fall apart before diving back in.
Her legs were a mess of uncontrollable spasms. Muscles jumping, twitching, quivering under his touch. Her pussy was dripping steadily now, the slick coating her inner thighs, his fingers, his lips, his chin. The air in the room felt thick with the scent of her — warm, sweet, and desperate.
She was begging openly between moans.
"Please—please just touch my pussy—I can’t take it anymore—"
But he only smiled against her skin, eyes dark and wicked, and sucked harder on the sensitive crease right beside her swollen folds.
Another orgasm crashed through her.
Then another.
And another.
By the time he finally eased back, sitting on his heels between her spread, trembling legs, she was a wreck — chest heaving, tears of overwhelming pleasure streaking her face, thighs still twitching with aftershocks, pussy visibly pulsing and leaking in the lamplight.
Eros wiped his mouth slowly with the back of his hand, never breaking eye contact.
"Still think you were broken?" he asked softly.
She let out a shaky, wrecked laugh that turned into a moan as one final aftershock rolled through her dripping core.
"I think... I’m going to die if you keep teasing me like that," she whispered, voice hoarse.
Eros smiled, slow and dark.
"Good. Because we’re nowhere near done."
He leaned in again, lips hovering just above the trembling skin of her inner thigh, eyes locked on hers.
"Ready for the real thing?"
Her only answer was a desperate, needy whimper as she pushed his head back down between her thighs once more.