Stealing Spree

Chapter 2940: Adachi Futaba (2) *

Perhaps not expecting the intensity of what she just did, Futaba let out a sharp moan while looking genuinely shocked. She had to grip my head tightly as her whole body shivered uncontrollably.

Her insides squeezed on me tightly, matching her ragged breathing. Half a minute later, she lifted her head and stared at me, looking a little aggrieved but the determination in her eyes didn’t diminish.

"Ugh... Bad guy, at least tell me I shouldn’t be too hasty." Futaba complained with an adorable pout while her face twisted from both pain and pleasure.

My lips stretched into a grin as I pinched her cheek lightly. "Right, right. It’s my fault you’re too excited, making you believe you didn’t need my assistance."

"Hmph. I really don’t... I can... make you cum on my own. So, just stay still, Onoda-kun."

"Sure. But I must say... you feel so good, Futaba."

Almost immediately, her face turned into a fiery crimson. She lightly hit my chest before burying her face into the crook of my neck, sucking on it again, perhaps to leave another mark.

Then, once she recovered from the rampaging sensation within her, Futaba lifted her hips again and dropped them with a rhythmic, wet thud, making the tip of my cock hit a different spot than before.

Once again, she failed to hold back her voice, moaning so sweetly. The pain of having her virginity torn was gradually getting washed away by the pleasure.

I supported her by cupping the elastic and supple butt cheeks, ensuring she wouldn’t recklessly overextend herself.

Her rhythm was clumsy as she was still adjusting to the sensation of being filled, but her instinct for pleasure was far more potent than any lack of experience. Each time she descended, the wet squelch of our union echoed in the room, and the way she squeezed me also brought a wave of pleasure that threatened to push me over the edge.

Like this, she gradually found a rhythm that worked, her movements becoming more fluid and less hesitant. Each downward plunge was accompanied by a soft, breathless sound and the unmistakable squelch of our bodies fusing.

Futaba’s face became a mask of conflicted bliss. The pleasure was so intense that it seemed to wash away the lingering traces of her anxiety, replacing them with a primal need to keep moving.

At times, she would seek my lips again, either to deepen our connection or to stifle the sounds of her own pleasure. And I accommodated all her whims, shifting my hips slightly to meet her descent, ensuring that every slide was a perfect fit.

The risk of her boyfriend being just a few rooms away didn’t vanish, but it transformed into a catalyst, fueling a frantic energy that neither of us could have ignored.

As the minutes ticked by, Futaba’s movements became more confident. She knew she was about to bring me to my limit and she couldn’t help but revel in the thought.

However, the girl, indulged deeply in our intimate connection, failed to notice that the door, which had remained closed, had been opened with a slight gap.

Perhaps if she hadn’t told me to just stay put, I would have failed to notice it as well. But somehow, even after minutes of being open, the guy who should’ve caught what we were doing by now never made a peep. Instead, he seemed to be only peeking, watching this deeply intimate scene of his girlfriend’s betrayal.

Had he been so shocked that he didn’t know how to react? The gap in the door was small, but enough for me to see a sliver of his face. His eyes were wide open as it trembled, reflecting the dim light of the room. He probably didn’t even notice that I had long caught his gaze, as his focus was entirely on Futaba.

Watching her now, it was easy to see why he was frozen. She was completely lost in the sensation, her hips rolling in a rhythmic dance that sought to draw every last drop of pleasure from my cock.

At the moment, Futaba even sat up straight, letting herself bounce on top of me while she amusedly and proudly watched my face. She was so focused on my reaction and the feeling of me filling her that she remained completely oblivious to the witness at the door.

Naturally, I wouldn’t tell her about him. In fact, the thought of blocking his view had started growing in my chest. After all, now that we crossed the line, I wouldn’t want any other guy to see her like this -- stripped of her poise, flushed with a lust she only felt for me, and completely surrendered to the pleasure of our union.

But I held back. Since he wanted to watch, let him watch how I steal his girl completely. That’s a neat parting gift. Furthermore, the desire that I thought I had long buried in my chest somehow flared up again. That feeling of stealing someone from another guy is truly a drug.

Really, I’m such an unforgivable bastard.

"Futaba, are you not tired yet?" I teasingly asked her.

I bent my knees and planted my heels into the mattress, shifting the angle of our union to drive deeper into her. Then, using a bit of force, I began to guide her rhythm, turning her passive surrender into an active, driving pace.

"Y-you... N-not yet! And stop moving! Let me... squeeze you!" Futaba gasped, her voice breaking as she tried to regain control of the pace. But the shift in angle had changed everything. Every thrust now hit a spot that made her vision blur, forcing her to arch her back and expose her throat to me.

She was a mess of contradictions. Her words tried to maintain some semblance of authority, but her body was singing a song of total submission. I could feel her internal walls pulsing against me, gripping my length with desperation. It was the kind of honest reaction that only comes when a person stops thinking and starts feeling.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the door tremble. Then, perhaps finally awakened, he scrambled back and disappeared, the sound of his hurried footsteps fading down the hallway. Whether he was frozen in shock or fleeing in desperation, it didn’t matter.

At the moment, there was only this girl and the singular, pulsing heat connecting us. Futaba eventually collapsed on top of me again, her hips resigning to my lead. Each thrust was a deliberate claim, pushing her further away from the guilt and deeper into the haze of pleasure. She stopped fighting and started clinging to me, her arms locked around my neck, surrendering to her fate of being completely undone.