"Put it in," she whispered, voice trembling with need. "I want to feel all of you."
I didn't make her wait.
I held her waist as she rose a little higher, her slick entrance finding the head of my cock. I felt it immediately — the wet heat kissing the tip, her folds parting around me.
I pulled her down slowly, sinking into her tight, scorching heat inch by inch. Each inch made her mouth fall open, but no words came out — just soft, broken sounds.
She was so wet it was effortless, yet she was still deliciously tight around me, gripping every ridge and vein. When I bottomed out, buried to the hilt, she let out a long, broken moan and dropped her forehead against mine.
"God… you're so fuckin' deep." she breathed, voice low.
I held her there for a moment, letting her adjust, feeling her walls flutter and pulse around my cock like a heartbeat.
Then I started moving. Slow, deep thrusts at first — lifting her and pulling her back down onto me. Each stroke made her tits bounce against my chest. The wet, obscene sound of her pussy taking every inch filled the small detention room.
May's head fell back, mouth open in a silent cry. "Harder… don't you dare hold back."
I didn't. I gripped her hips tighter and fucked her harder, driving up into her with steady, powerful strokes. The chair creaked violently beneath us. Her moans grew louder, less controlled. Then she started moving with me, rolling her hips to meet every thrust.
Every time I bottomed out, her clit ground against my pelvis. I could feel her getting close again, her walls starting to pulse and flutter around me, her breathing turning ragged.
[Progress: 75% → 80% → 85%]
I leaned in and sucked hard on her nipple, teeth grazing the sensitive peak. That pushed her over.
She came with a sharp cry, pussy clamping down around my cock like a vice, milking me in rhythmic spasms as her whole body shook and arched in my lap..
The pressure was too much—I followed right behind her, groaning into her skin as I flooded her deep inside, thick ropes of cum that seemed to go on forever.
[Prime Charger: Level 7]
[Charge: 700]
[Post-Climactic Surge Active. Continue.]
The surge hit me again — that wild, restless energy flooding my veins, making me harder almost instantly.
My goal was a thousand charge. I was only three full charges short.
One person. One day. Could I push it? I wasn't stopping to find out.
I carried her from the chair, flipped her onto her back on the table, and pinned her legs back until her black boots nearly touched her shoulders. My right hand held her thighs locked in place while my left gripped the edge of the table for balance.
Then I drove into her again—harder, deeper, the new angle letting me slam against that perfect spot with every brutal thrust.
She took it all, hands spread wide, fingers gripping nothing. "Abram… Abram…" she called out, one hand flying up to tangle in her own blonde hair in disbelief.
Her thighs began to tremble violently. Her walls pulsed around me like a living thing, tightening, fluttering. I pulled out for a second, leaving her empty and gasping. Holding her legs open, I watched her pussy contract desperately—clenching on nothing, a fresh gush of wetness leaking out.
I brought my palm down in a sharp, wet slap against her swollen clit, sound echoing in the room.
She came instantly with a moan that sounded like a roar, her whole body convulsing, pussy squirting in short, messy pulses, soaking the table beneath her.
"Ahhh… Ha!"
But I wasn't done yet.
"This is exactly what you asked for," I growled, voice low and rough.
I pulled her closer to the edge of the table, hooked her legs over my shoulders, and sank back into her in one smooth thrust.
The wet, filthy sound of my cock driving into her cum-slick pussy echoed off the walls. May's back arched violently, a broken scream tearing from her throat as I folded her nearly in half.
"Fuuuck— Abram!" she cried, hands clawing at the table, blonde hair splayed wildly beneath her. Her black boots bounced against my shoulders with every brutal stroke. She was soaked beyond belief — our mixed cum leaking out around my shaft, dripping down her ass and onto the table with every loud slap of skin on skin.
I fucked her hard and deep, hips snapping forward with relentless force. The angle let me bottom out completely, the head of my cock kissing her cervix with every thrust.
Her tits bounced wildly, nipples stiff and flushed dark pink. Her pussy clenched and fluttered around me like it was trying to pull me even deeper, greedy and pulsing.
May's eyes rolled back, mouth open in a constant stream of moans and curses. "Yes— right there— don't stop, fuck, don't you dare stop!"
Her thighs started shaking uncontrollably against my chest. Her walls tightened brutally around me, rippling in warning.
"What… are you… doing to me?" she asked, almost crying, voice breaking with pleasure. I was charging her now, and she could feel it.
[Progress: 80%]
"A… bram, hold on." She sounded serious but lost in it. "You're fucking… doing something inside me."
I knew exactly what I was doing. I was charging her, and at this point her ability was starting to react, bleeding out in little sparks of probability she couldn't control.
Her whole body convulsed beneath me, legs trembling wildly over my shoulders.
That pushed her over the edge. She came with a raw, guttural cry — "Ahhh— fuck, I'm coming!" — her pussy clamping down like a vice, spasming violently around my thrusting cock, milking me with rhythmic, powerful pulses.
The pressure was unbearable. The surge amplified every flutter, every squeeze, turning her orgasm into something that dragged me right along with her.
I didn't slow down. I pounded into her through it, chasing my own release with deep, savage strokes. My balls drew up tight, the familiar coil of pleasure tightening low in my gut.
[Prime Charger, Level 8]
[Post-Climactic Surge Active. Continue]
The surge hit me again — that wild, restless energy flooding every muscle, making me stay hard even as I kept thrusting through both our orgasms.
May was shaking badly, tears of overwhelming pleasure leaking from the corners of her eyes, her pussy still fluttering and squeezing around me like it never wanted to let go.
We stayed locked together like that for a long moment, breathing hard, sweat-slick and trembling, the detention room smelling like sex and the faint floral perfume she'd worn that morning.
[Post-Climactic Surge Active. Continue]