Stealing Spree

Chapter 2743: Higashina Hanabi (2) *

“...It’s in,” Hanabi whispered like she couldn’t believe it. “You’re... inside me.”

“Yeah,” I said, voice rougher than I meant. “All the way. You okay?

“It... it hurts,” She admitted in the smallest voice, “but... it’s you. So it’s okay. Just... stay like this for a second. I want to feel all of you...”

She glanced down at our connection and then at her slightly bulging part below her navel. She traced a finger on it, feeling my cock throb furiously while lodged deep inside her.

This girl... Her freakiness is showing up again, isn’t it?

“Babe...” I said as I rested my forehead against hers, breathing her in while her body slowly, slowly started to relax around me. The sting was fading from her expression, replaced by something softer, needier. Her thighs loosened their death grip, sliding down to hook loosely around my waist instead.

“It’s so hot, babe. And I feel like I’ve been stabbed by you but it feels good.” Her crimson face turned even redder as she whimpered, more like a moan escaping her mouth.

Taking that as an encouragement, I kissed her again, letting my tongue slide against hers until the last of the tension melted from her shoulders.

Hanabi’s fingers uncurled from my hair, sliding down to grip my back instead.

And with her voice sounding so sweet and devoid of pain, she whispered, “Babe... You can move now. I’m okay. I want you to. Make love to me.”

Those words snapped the last thread of restraint I had left.

I pulled back slowly, watching her face the entire time. Her brows furrowed, lips parting on a tiny gasp as the drag lit up every nerve inside her. When only the head remained, I pushed back in just as slow, letting her feel every inch claiming her again.

Hanabi’s back arched off the mattress. A broken little moan spilled out of her, muffled against my shoulder as she bit down to keep quiet.

“Shh,” I murmured, nipping her earlobe. “Gotta stay quiet, goofball. Don’t want the others barging in before I’m done spoiling you.”

She nodded frantically, teeth sinking harder into her bottom lip. Her thighs shook around my hips, trying to pull me deeper on the next thrust, and the way she clenched around me almost ended me right there.

I set a careful rhythm at first, deep and measured, angling my hips until I found the spot that made her eyes roll back. When I did, her whole body jolted like I had shocked her.

“There.. Hnng~ Babe, right there–” She whimpered, her voice cracking into this adorable high-pitched squeak that she immediately tried to swallow.

I obliged. Again. And again. Until her moans turned into these desperate little hiccups she couldn’t hold back, no matter how hard she tried.

The bed creaked beneath us, soft little thumps. Her tank top had ridden up completely, bunched under her arms, giving me access to her beautiful, perky pair and leaving her bare from the waist up.

Sweat beaded between her breasts, trickling down the valley I wanted to lick clean. And I did that before sucking on both peaks, giving her another jolt of pleasure from my mouth.

She looked utterly wrecked and it was still too early in the morning.

“Hanabi,” I called out her name, filled with my desire and affection for her. Whether it was more than I had for Matsuri, I still had no idea. But at this point, this girl was someone I’d never trade for anyone else. She’s my goofball. And I would treasure her just like how I treasure all my girls now.

Her eyes fluttered open, glassy and unfocused. The second our gazes locked, I thrust in hard enough to elicit another sharp cry out of her.

She slapped a hand over her mouth, muffling it into a whine that vibrated straight through my cock.

“You’re doing so well,” I told her, brushing damp hair from her forehead. “Taking me like you were made for it. My perfect goofball.”

“Haa... Babe, you freak... I love this... I love you...”

That did it.

As if an invisible string had been cut, Hanabi’s whole body seized. Her walls clamped down so hard my vision whitened out for a second. She came with a strangled moan against her palm. Her thighs shook uncontrollably around my waist, inner muscles fluttering and milking me in rhythmic pulses that dragged me right over the edge with her.

I buried my face in her neck, biting down on the junction of her shoulder to muffle my own groan as I thrust even harder before burying myself to the hilt and spilling deep inside her. Pulse after pulse, until I was spent and shaking in the tightest heat her body was offering.

We stayed like that for what felt like forever. Just breathing. Her heartbeat thundering against my chest, mine answering in kind.

Eventually, I eased out slowly, both of us hissing at the oversensitivity.

A trickle of warmth followed, sliding down her thigh and onto the sheets. Hanabi made this tiny, mortified sound and tried to clamp her legs shut, but I caught her knees and gently kept them open.

“Don’t,” I murmured, pressing a kiss to the inside of her thigh, right where a faint smear of pink mixed with our combined essences. “Let me see what I did to you.”

She whimpered as her face burned brighter but didn’t fight it when I leaned down and kissed her again.

When our lips separated, she yanked me down and held me in a tight clutch as if she wanted to lock me in with her.

“...I can’t feel my legs, babe,” She mumbled but her voice, despite being hoarse and wrecked, was so stupidly happy it made my chest flutter again.

I laughed quietly, rolling us so she was draped over my chest again, legs tangled, my arms locked tight around her waist.

“Good,” I said, nipping her bottom lip. “Means I did my job in pampering you and giving you the best experience.”

Hanabi huffed, but the sound turned into a yawn she couldn’t quite hide behind her hand.

“Shut up,” she muttered, nuzzling into my neck. “Now I’m really sleepy again. And out of energy. You broke me, babe.”

“Mhm. I did. But you should’ve stopped me, you know?”

“I should’ve but I wouldn’t, even if we return to that time... Now, take responsibility for this goofball. Or I’ll keep sticking to you like glue.”

“That doesn’t sound like a consequence, babe. Why would I not want to have you stick to me like glue?”

“Ugh... Let me rephrase it then,” Hanabi mumbled, voice already slurring with post-orgasm haze and the kind of bone-deep satisfaction that made her limbs feel like jelly. “If you don’t take responsibility, I’ll stick to you like glue forever and tell Matsuri every embarrassing thing you just did to me. In detail. With sound effects.”

I snorted, pressing my face into her hair to hide the helpless grin splitting my face. “That a threat or a promise, babe?”

“Both,” she said, smug even while half-asleep. Her fingers traced lazy circles over my heart, like she was drawing little hearts only she could see. “You’re stuck with me now. No refunds. No escapes. I’m keeping the receipt... and the evidence inside me.”

The last part came out in the tiniest, shyest whisper, like she still couldn’t believe she’d actually said it. Her thighs squeezed reflexively around my hip, as if her body wanted to trap every last drop I’d left in her.