Stealing Spree

Chapter 2939: Adachi Futaba (1) *

Slowly, Futaba leaned forward. Her long hair veiled her face as she lowered her head, the warmth of her breath hitting the sensitive head of my cock.

A sharp intake of breath escaped me as she tentatively licked the tip, tasting the mixture of our shared essences.

After trying it out a few times, Futaba’s eyes flickered upward to meet mine, searching for a reaction. Seeing the way my hips involuntarily bucked, a small, triumphant hum escaped her.

She didn’t hesitate further. She puckered her lips and kissed the tip before gradually sliding her mouth over the crown. Her tongue that waited inside was warm and clumsy, lacking the practiced precision of my girls, but that was exactly what made it intoxicating.

There was that earnest quality to her movements, as if she were trying to memorize every pulse of my cock through the roof of her mouth.

I let out a low groan, my hands instinctively finding the top of her head. My fingers wove through those silky green locks to guide her.

Futaba responded by increasing the pressure, her cheeks hollowing as she began to suck with a newfound hunger.

Then, the girl pressed her hands to the sides of her chest, guiding her plump softness to capture the proudly standing length of my cock.

Knowing where her assets lie, she skillfully enveloped the cock with the deep valley between her breasts, sliding up and down as she squeezed me tightly.

This, coupled with the earlier sensation, was truly intoxicating.

The softness of her skin combined with the firm pressure of her breasts created a tight, warm vacuum that hugged every inch of my length.

Futaba’s hazy eyes remained locked on mine, watching my face as it twisted with pleasure. She was focused, almost methodical, as if she were treating this as a sacred duty to ensure I left her room satisfied.

As she increased the speed of her sliding motions, Futaba resumed what she was doing a few seconds ago, lowering her head and capturing the part sticking out of the valley with her lips. The combination of the tight squeeze from her breasts and the warm, wet suction of her mouth sent a jolt through my lower back. She was surprisingly earnest, her expression one of intense concentration, as if she were solving a complex puzzle.

It didn’t feel like she was doing this for the first time at all. Futaba’s movements were instinctive, her tongue swirling around the head of my cock with a precision that made my toes curl. She was pouring every ounce of her current devotion into this act, as if the intensity of the pleasure could somehow balance out the guilt she felt toward the guy waiting downstairs.

"H-how is it, Onoda-kun?" Pausing momentarily, Futaba looked up at me, her lips glistening and her cheeks flushed a deep pink.

The sight of her completely undone, kneeling between my legs in her own bedroom while her boyfriend waited just a few walls away pushed my restraint to the breaking point.

Instead of answering with words, I reached for her head, patting it gently before caressing her cheek.

A magnificent smile bloomed on Futaba’s face. She leaned into my touch, her eyes fluttering shut for a brief second as she basked in the simple affection.

She resumed her task with eagerness raised to a fever pitch. Now that she had my attention and my touch, Futaba’s movements became more frantic. She probably wanted to make me cum soon and finally see me undone through her own efforts. The wet, slapping sound of her breasts sliding against my shaft echoed in the quiet room, punctuating the heavy silence that stretched toward the hallway.

I could feel the pressure building, a tidal wave of heat gathering at the base of my spine.

Every time her tongue flicked the tip or her breasts squeezed my length, the world outside this room ceased to exist. The boyfriend, the morality, and the risk of discovery all melted into the singular, pulsing reality of Futaba’s devotion.

"I’m... almost..." I groaned, my voice sounding foreign even to me.

However, just as I was about to reach my limit, Futaba abruptly stopped, taking my cock out of her mouth with a wet pop. Then, with her hazy and desire-filled gaze, she climbed up my body, straddling my lap again as she pressed down on me.

"... Onoda-kun... I can’t hold back anymore. I... I want to feel you more..."

Feeling the heat of her sacred place pressing on the now-extremely sensitive tip of my cock, I could tell Futaba was no longer thinking about the consequences.

The conflict that had plagued her eyes just minutes ago had vanished, replaced by overflowing desire.

"I’ve thought about it. I love him. I still do. But... that doesn’t mean I can’t want you this much," Futaba whispered, her voice laced with her raw honesty that stripped away any remaining pretense. "I can’t keep pretending that this -- what we have, what we started -- isn’t as significant to me as my affection for him."

This girl... I clearly get what she’s trying to say. When I presented her with the choice of only being mine if we crossed this line, she struggled because her affection for him was real. But on the same scale, her desire for me and the pleasure I introduced to her had grown bigger. They now weighed the same as her love for him.

No. At this moment, the scale had probably tipped over to my side. Little by little, that affection she had for that guy would be drowned out by her desire for me.

I put on a gentle smile and cupped her cheek, my thumb brushing against her lower lip and wiping the glistening trace.

Somehow, this look of absolute surrender in her eyes was more rewarding than any confession.

"Alright, I’m really a bastard. Making you struggle like this."

"N-no, it’s only right that you do that. All this time, you’re looking out for me."

"I may be looking out for you, but that doesn’t erase the fact that I led you down this path. I could’ve guided you without any of this practical application," I replied, shifting my grip from her cheek to the nape of her neck and pulling her down just enough so that our breaths mingled. "But here we are. From a simple tickle to..."

My voice trailed off as I gently tugged at her nape, closing the remaining distance between our lips.

Futaba’s trembling eyes slowly closed as our lips pressed together. At the same time, her whole body relaxed on top of me, merging her warmth into my chest. It wasn’t just a kiss of lust. It was our surrender.

Slowly, my hands moved back to her waist, guiding her lower body to align perfectly with mine. My cock, which had just been at its limit, steadied for a moment, savoring the friction of her soft skin.

Futaba let out a shaky breath against my lips as her body shivered with an anticipation that had finally overridden her guilt.

"Onoda-kun... let me..."

Upon saying that, without stopping our intimate kiss, Futaba shifted her weight and reached for my length. She clumsily tugged it until the tip once again found her narrow entrance. She didn’t hesitate this time. With a slow, trembling exhale, she pressed herself down, allowing me to breach that final barrier.

The sensation of finally sliding inside her was overwhelming. The resistance that I anticipated broke easily as if it melted from our combined heat. And then, everything felt tighter, warmer, and far more intense than any touch we had shared up until this moment.

Futaba’s expression twisted slightly from the pain of the initial stretch, but it was quickly replaced by a look of profound relief and satisfaction as my cock gradually occupied her unexplored depths.

The moment her sensitive walls fully enclosed me, Futaba let out a muffled sob that she smothered against my shoulder.

All the tension, the guilt, and the agonizing anticipation of the last hour collapsed into a single point of absolute physical connection. She clung to me, her arms wrapping around my neck as our lips reconnected, deepening the kiss to tide her through the first bout of overwhelming sensation.

As the experienced one, I naturally took the lead, sucking on her tongue while I kept her hips still for a few moments.

I wanted her to feel the fullness of my presence, to let the reality of our union sink in. With kisses to numb the pain, Futaba indulged herself in the sensation. I could tell it still hurt, but little by little, the few squeezes from her inner folds shifted from a defensive reaction to a welcoming one.

"Hnng... O-onoda-kun... It’s so warm. I... like it."

"Mhm. You did well. Now let me--"

"No! Just... stay put."

"Girl, you can’t even move without trembling from the inside," I teased before sucking on her lower lip.

Futaba grumbled for a bit, but she soon responded eagerly, sealing our lips together again.

As though she wanted to show me her resolve, she lifted her hips slightly and then dropped them back down with a soft, wet thud.

Calling this stubbornness was probably wrong. This was Futaba’s desire right from the start.