Chapter 342 | Bang. Ring. [GT BONUS]
Chapter 342: 342 | Bang. Ring. [GT BONUS]
Belle’s head fell backward, exposing the long line of her throat. Her bell rang as her chest pushed forward into my face, and the sound mixed with the wet noise of my mouth working her breast and the obscene squelch of milk flowing faster than I could swallow.
The spillover ran down my chin and dripped onto her thigh-highs and the sheets below.
I switched to her right breast with a wet pop that echoed in the farmhouse room. The nipple was already primed, the milk flowing before my lips even touched it, and when I latched on and pulled, Belle made a sound that started in her stomach and climbed through her chest and escaped her throat as something between a moan and a howl.
"Harder." She grabbed the back of my head with both hands and crushed my face into her chest. "Suck harder or I swear to God, Jace."
I gave her harder. My jaw ached from the force I was applying and the milk came in pulses that matched her heartbeat, flooding my mouth in rhythmic surges that tasted like melted butterscotch over warm bread. I squeezed her ass with both hands now, pulling her hips down against mine where she could feel exactly how hard I was through the thin cow-print fabric of her panties.
Belle ground down. The friction made us both groan, her sound muffled because she’d bitten into my shoulder again, my sound muffled because my mouth was full of her breast and her milk. We rocked together in a slow, filthy rhythm, my hips pushing up as hers pushed down, and the wet slap of skin against skin mixed with the creaking bed frame and the chiming bell on her choker and the steady pulsing sound of me drinking from her.
"Oh my God." Naomi’s voice came from somewhere to my left, small and breathless. "That’s so loud."
She was right. The sounds filling the Sanctum farmhouse were pornographic by any reasonable standard. The rhythmic schlick of Belle grinding on me through soaked fabric. The gulping noise of each swallow. The heavy smack of my palms against Belle’s ass when I squeezed and released, squeezed and released, the flesh rippling under my grip. Belle’s moans had dropped into a lower register, guttural and desperate, the sounds of a woman who had stopped performing and started simply reacting to what her body was doing without her conscious involvement.
I pulled off her breast and bit the upper curve, right where the soft tissue began to swell from her chest wall. Belle shrieked, short and sharp, and her nails raked four parallel lines down my back that I felt split open.
"That’s gonna scar," Naomi observed from her vantage point.
"Good." Belle traced the lines she’d made with her fingertips. "I want people to see."
I moved to her other breast and sucked hard enough that Belle’s entire body went rigid. Milk sprayed into my mouth and past the seal of my lips, running down my chin in warm rivulets that soaked into the waistband of her panties where they sat against my stomach. I wrapped my tongue around her nipple and pulled while squeezing both halves of her ass with force that left white handprints when I released, prints that filled back in pink and then darker pink as blood rushed to the surface.
"Mmmnh, fuck, fuck, right there, don’t stop." Belle’s hips worked against mine in tight circles that created friction in exactly the right place, and I could feel her wetness seeping through the cow-print panties and soaking into my skin. The girl was drenched. Had been drenched since the porch, probably. Twenty minutes of listening to Naomi come through farmhouse walls had turned Belle Fox into something that needed immediate and aggressive attention.
I gave it to her.
I released her breast, grabbed the front of her panties, and yanked. The fabric stretched and then tore with a sharp ripping sound because C-rank Strength does not compromise with cotton blends. Belle gasped as cool air hit wet skin, then gasped again when I lifted her by the hips and brought her back down onto me without any barrier between us.
I slid inside her in one stroke.
The sound Belle made was the loudest thing in the room. A full-throated moan that started low and cracked upward into something that would have been a scream if she hadn’t bitten down on my shoulder to muffle it. I felt her teeth break skin again and the pain registered as a bright flare that Euphoric Feedback immediately converted into something else, something that made my hips drive upward on instinct and bury the last two inches.
"Oh fuuuuck." Belle’s voice came muffled against my shoulder, her breath hot and damp. "Oh fuck you’re so deep."
I pulled back and thrust up again. The bed frame slammed against the wall with a bang that rattled the window in its frame. Belle’s bell rang.
Again. Bang. Ring.
Again. Bang. Ring. Belle’s moan, ragged and climbing.
I set a pace that was faster and harder than I usually gave Belle because she wasn’t asking for careful tonight. She was asking for what Addison got. She’d read every message in the group chat, processed every detail Aurora shared, catalogued every mark Addison had left on me, and decided that she refused to occupy a lower tier of intensity. Belle Fox did not accept second place in anything. Not squad rankings, not chip flavor debates, and absolutely not in bed.
So I gave her what she wanted. I drove into her with the full advantage of C-rank physicality while my mouth found her right nipple again and sucked hard enough that milk flooded my throat in quantities that made the system notifications blur together into a continuous stream of point awards.
My hands gripped her ass cheeks and spread them as I thrust, the angle changing with every stroke so that Belle never got comfortable, never settled into a pattern, never knew exactly where the next wave of sensation was coming from.