Netori: I Shall Steal All Of My Enemies' Women For Revenge!

Before Haruto could respond, Ayaka wrapped her lips around his cock, taking him deep into her warm mouth.

The sudden heat sent a jolt of pleasure through him, his breath hitching as her tongue swirled around the tip.

"Fuck… Ayaka," he groaned, his fingers tangling in her hair, struggling to keep his hips still.

She moved with purpose, stroking the base in perfect rhythm while her tongue teased his tip relentlessly.

Then, she released him with a soft pop, her lips glistening with saliva as she trailed kisses down the shaft.

Haruto shuddered.

Ayaka's tongue flicked against the sensitive underside before she licked up the length, coating him in warmth.

As she reached the base, she inhaled deeply, taking in his scent before teasingly pressing her lips to his balls.

A sharp breath left him.

"You… really know what you're doing, huh?" He exhaled heavily, his voice thick with pleasure. "Shit, Ayaka…"

Smirking at his reaction, she let her tongue glide over his balls, tracing them before taking one into her mouth, sucking gently.

Haruto's eyes widened, his head tilting back as a deep groan rumbled in his throat.

She had him. He loves being licked in that sensitive area.

Not stopping there, she alternated between gentle sucks and light nibbles, her hand never ceasing its steady strokes.

Haruto's grip on her hair tightened instinctively, his muscles tensing as waves of pleasure rolled through him. Continue reading stories on My Virtual Library Empire

"Stop… teasing me…" he managed, his voice strained.

His fingers twitched, fighting the urge to grip her head and thrust into the heat of her mouth, but he forced himself to be patient.

Ayaka, however, had no intention of letting him have control just yet.

Looking up at his desperate expression, she chuckled. "I'm that good, huh? Your face looks like it's about to burst."

Haruto let out a breathless laugh. "My face? It's my cock that's about to burst."

She grinned at that, her eyes gleaming with mischief before she finally took him deep again.

Haruto inhaled sharply, feeling her throat tighten around him.

The warmth, the wetness, the way her muscles flexed around his cock—it was almost unbearable.

She bobbed her head, working him skillfully, her movements smooth and precise.

His tip brushed against the back of her throat, and when she swallowed around him, his entire body trembled.

"Fuck—ahhh, yeah… you're so damn good at this," he groaned, his grip in her hair tightening as he guided her movements.

The slick, obscene sounds of her sucking filled the room, each slurp sending sparks of pleasure through him.

Her throat squeezed around him again, making him curse under his breath.

"God… it feels like a pussy," he muttered, barely holding himself together.

But Ayaka wasn't done.

She wanted him completely at her mercy, just like she had been beneath him earlier.

So she reached down, gently massaging his balls, rolling them between her fingers before giving a delicate squeeze.

Haruto jolted.

"Shit—" His hips twitches involuntarily, pleasure ripping through him.

A pleased hum vibrated in Ayaka's throat, making him groan louder.

'This girl is something else,' he thought, his jaw clenching as he fought to hold back.

She was relentless, determined to push him over the edge.

And Haruto, being the man he was, decided to let her.

To let her completely ruin him.

Haruto's grip in Ayaka's hair tightened, his breath ragged as she continued working his cock.

The warmth of her mouth, the way her tongue swirled around his shaft, the teasing flicks against the sensitive underside—she knew exactly how to drive him insane.

Her throat constricted around him again, the tightness sending a sharp pulse of pleasure straight to his core.

He let out a deep, guttural groan, his body shuddering as he fought to keep control.

"Fuck… Ayaka," he breathed, his voice hoarse with pleasure.

She pulled back just enough to smirk at him, her lips slick with saliva. Her fingers continued stroking his length as she gazed up at him with a teasing glint in her eyes.

"You're holding back," she murmured, her voice sultry as she licked a stray drop of precum from the tip.

"Do you want to cum, Haruto?"

Haruto swallowed hard, his fingers twitching in her hair. "Not yet," he rasped. "Not until I'm buried deep inside you."

Ayaka let out a soft chuckle, dragging her tongue along the thick vein of his shaft before taking him into her mouth once more.

This time, she went even deeper, her lips stretched around his girth as he hit the back of her throat.

Haruto groaned loudly, his hips jerking involuntarily. The sensation was too much—too perfect.

Her throat clenched around him, her muscles squeezing in rhythmic pulses as she held him there, savoring the way he trembled beneath her.

His breathing was erratic now, his restraint slipping with every passing second.

The wet, obscene noises of her sucking filled the room, each sound only heightening his pleasure.

"Ayaka… it feels so good—" His head tilted back, a sharp exhale escaping his lips.

She moaned around him, the vibrations sending sparks of pleasure down his spine.

Her hands never stopped their teasing touches, her fingers tracing the base of his shaft, massaging his balls with just the right amount of pressure.

Haruto was losing his mind.

The sight of her—so eager, so utterly devoted to pleasuring him—made his arousal spike even higher.

Her dark hair spilled over her shoulders, her cheeks flushed, her lips stretched around his cock as she bobbed her head in a steady, intoxicating rhythm.

His fingers curled, his control snapping as he finally gave in.

"Ayaka, I'm close," he warned, his voice strained.

But she didn't stop. If anything, she doubled down, taking him even deeper, her throat milking him with every desperate motion.

Haruto gritted his teeth, his hips tensing as pleasure surged through him.

And then—he broke.

With a strangled groan, he came hard, his release spilling deep into her throat. Ayaka moaned around him, swallowing every drop as she kept sucking, drawing out every last bit of pleasure from his trembling body.

His muscles tightened, his vision hazy with euphoria as he rode out the high.

Ayaka didn't pull away until she was sure she had taken everything, her tongue flicking against his sensitive tip one last time before she finally released him with a satisfied hum.

She licked her lips, her eyes dark with desire as she looked up at him.

"You taste good," she mused, her voice dripping with seduction.

Haruto exhaled heavily, his chest rising and falling as he caught his breath. A lazy smirk played on his lips as he gazed down at her, brushing a few strands of hair from her face.

"You really are something else," he murmured, his fingers tracing her flushed cheek.

Ayaka tilted her head, a teasing glint in her eyes. "You haven't even seen the best part yet."

Haruto chuckled, his grip tightening on her as he leaned down, capturing her lips in a deep, heated kiss.

"If that's the case," he whispered against her lips, his voice laced with promise, "then I hope you're ready for me."

Because now, it was his turn to ruin her.