Stealing Spree

Chapter 2941: Adachi Futaba (3) *

"Onoda-kun... wait, it’s too much... I can’t...!"

Futaba’s voice broke into a high-pitched wail as her internal walls tightened in a series of violent, rhythmic contractions. She stiffened, her toes curling as she hit a peak so intense that she lost the ability to speak. I didn’t slow down and instead increased the pace, driving her through that crest and into a secondary wave of ecstasy.

The moment a sharp moan escaped her lips, her whole body trembled uncontrollably as her tight interior squeezed me with all its might, contracting and gripping so firmly that it nearly forced my own climax.

Following that, her love juices flooded the space between us, a warm tide that signaled her total collapse into pleasure. I didn’t stop until I felt my own restraint snap.

Flipping us over in one fluid motion, I pressed her into her bed, even stacking another pillow for her to lean against as I mounted her.

Her legs instinctively wrapped around my waist as I began pounding into her, grinding her sensitive depths and carving my presence into every inch of her.

At this, Futaba, who was still trying to catch her breath, could only hold onto me for dear life. Her eyes were clouded, unable to focus on anything but the sensation of me filling her completely. Every thrust was a heavy, wet sound that echoed in the silence of the room, a rhythmic confirmation that she was now mine.

She didn’t try to lead anymore. Instead, she arched her back, her chest heaving as she let out a series of broken, high-pitched whimpers. The heat of our friction had completely incinerated the guilt that had weighed her down for hours. In its place was a raw, desperate hunger to be consumed.

"More... please, Onoda-kun... give it to me!" She pleaded, her voice as weak as a candle flame in a storm.

"Ssh... give me your lips. We can’t let someone else hear your voice." I said, making her realize that she had been so loud earlier.

With a hint of shame flashing on her face, her arms looped around my neck tightly, lifting herself to block out the world. I met her lips and sealed it in a deep, demanding kiss that silenced her whimpers, turning her soft gasps into a muffled rhythm that matched the driving pace of my hips.

The danger of being heard acted like an accelerant, pushing us both toward a precipice of pure sensation.

At this point, Futaba was completely undone. Every slide of my length into her felt like a claim, filling her with my affection and replacing her inner conflict with a singular, pulsing heat.

As the pleasure flooded my senses and pushed me closer and closer to my limit, Futaba also reached her breaking point. Her legs tightened around my waist, and her internal walls began to seize in a violent, rhythmic dance of surrender.

Our kiss broke as we both spoke in hurried, fragmented gasps.

"O-onoda-kun. I’m about to... again."

"Mhm... Me too, let me feel you," I whispered, my voice rough and devoid of its usual playfulness.

I accelerated, driving into her with a focused intensity that left no room for doubt.

Futaba’s body arched like a bow, her head tossing back as a long, shuddering moan escaped her throat. She clamped her legs around my waist, pulling me in as if she wanted to merge our very souls. The friction reached a fever pitch, a white-hot spark that ignited the final surge of pleasure.

Together, we crossed the threshold. I buried myself to the hilt, letting my cock pulse deep inside her as a final, torrential wave of pleasure crashed over us both. Futaba’s entire body trembled as her love juices flooded out at the same time as I filled her with my thick, hot seed.

After the initial wave of pleasure, I thrust a few more times into her trembling warmth, ensuring every drop of my seed was buried deep while the girl kept squeezing me with her internal walls.

By the time I stopped moving, I didn’t pull out, keeping us connected. Futaba’s dreamy eyes stared at me, conveying a level of gratitude and affection that words couldn’t convey. She was completely spent but the satisfied smile on her lips told me that the weight of our shared intimacy had finally replaced the weight of her guilt.

"K-kiss me again, Onoda-kun..."

I leaned down and gave her the kiss she wanted. It was a slow, lingering press of lips that conveyed my affection and possessiveness for her.

For a long moment, the only sound in the room was the wet lapping of our lips and our bated breaths.

The thought of the boyfriend, who probably ran away instead of confronting us, had faded into a distant, irrelevant memory, replaced by the heavy, warm stillness of the aftermath.

Naturally, that’s something that we needed but for now...

Slowly, our lips and tongues separated with a string of saliva that connected us for a heartbeat. I finally withdrew from her, the sound of our separation a wet, echoing pop that made her face turn crimson again. Her eyes focused on my glistening cock and her sacred place that started leaking our mixed juices onto the bedsheets.

"T-there’s too much..." Futaba whispered as she pulled me down next to her. She pressed her legs together as though by doing so, she could keep the warmth of my seed from escaping her body.

"Of course, there will be that much. I held back for so long. It became that thick." I playfully replied as I pulled her into my embrace.

"S-shameless..." Despite saying that, the girl already succumbed to my warmth, her head resting on my chest as she snuggled closer.

I let out a soft chuckle before whispering, "Take a rest. I’ll stay by your side."

Futaba nodded. But then, as if she finally remembered something she had conveniently forgotten earlier, her body stiffened.

"W-wait, Onoda-kun. He... he’s still down there."

"Ssh. Don’t worry. He must’ve left by now."

If he doesn’t leave, is he actually waiting for me to gift him a green hat?

"What do you mean?"

"You’ve been here for so long. He must’ve thought you went back to sleep."

Although I could tell her that he had already discovered us and even watched for a while before retreating when we were in the throes of passion, I decided to keep that secret for a bit.

For now, it was better to let her believe that nothing was amiss, rather than knowing he had watched her give herself to someone else.

Of course, he might confront her tomorrow, so I would still tell her about it before I leave.

Futaba hummed softly. She was a smart girl. She probably noticed what I was trying to do, but in her current state of exhaustion and euphoria, she let it go. She melted back into my chest, her breathing evening out into a slow rhythm that signaled the onset of her falling asleep.