Chapter 61: THAT FINISHED ME

My cock was still hard and twitching, shiny and oversensitive. The orgasm hadn’t been enough. Not even close. The sight of her still spread open on my bed, the smell of sex in the room, the knowledge that her husband was only one floor up, all of it kept the hunger sharp.

Sarah glanced at the nightstand, then back at me. A faint flush rose on her cheeks.

"That... was the only condom I brought."

I didn’t answer. My dick gave another heavy twitch, clearly not finished.

She exhaled, looking suddenly embarrassed, then pushed herself up and sat on the edge of the bed facing me. Without a word she cupped her full breasts and pressed them together. Soft, heavy, pale skin with pink nipples that were still tight from earlier. The cleavage she made was deep and inviting. She squeezed them a little tighter and looked up at me through her lashes.

"Come."

I was still breathing hard when I stepped in closer.

My cock, still slick and hard, brushed against the soft underside of one breast. I dragged the head across her nipple, then the other. The contact left shiny trails of precum almost immediately. Sarah’s breath caught. She kept her hands where they were, pressing her tits together, and watched me with those dark, uncertain eyes.

I bent my knees a little, lined myself up, and pushed forward into the tight channel she’d made.

The heat of her soft flesh closed around me. The head of my cock slid up between her breasts until it nearly touched her chin. I stayed there for a second, just feeling it, the way her skin yielded, the way every small shift of her hands changed the pressure. Then I started to move.

Slow thrusts at first. My hips rolled forward and back, cock disappearing and reappearing between the soft press of her tits. Precum smeared across her sternum and the upper slopes of her breasts with every upward stroke. Sarah adjusted her grip, squeezing tighter, and the next thrust felt even better. She began to move with me with small motions of her hands and arms that made the channel tighter on the way up and looser on the way down.

"This is insane," she whispered, eyes fixed on the head of my cock as it peeked out near her collarbone. "I’m sitting on the edge of another man’s bed with his dick between my tits while my husband is upstairs."

I pushed in a little deeper. The tip brushed the underside of her chin. "It... feels insane, huh?"

She was quiet for a moment, still working her breasts around me. Then she shook her head once.

"No. That’s the problem. It doesn’t feel wrong enough."

I reached down and covered her hands with mine, guiding the pressure, showing her how I wanted it. She let me. When I let go she kept the same rhythm, firm on the upstroke, a slight twist of her wrists that made my cock throb hard between her soft flesh. More precum leaked out and made everything wetter, slicker. The wet sound of it was filthy in the quiet room.

"Hubert never did this," she said under her breath. "Never even asked. He barely looks at me when we have sex. It’s always quick and quiet and over. Like he’s doing me a favor."

I thrust harder between her breasts, the head of my cock sliding all the way up until it nudged her lower lip. She didn’t pull back. A clear bead of precum smeared across her mouth. She licked it away without thinking, then seemed to realize what she’d done and flushed deeper.

"And now look at me," she continued, voice thinner. "Letting you use me like this. I’m going to hate myself when I go back upstairs. I know I will."

I slowed down, still buried between her tits, and looked at her properly. "What about right now? Do you hate it right now?"

Sarah’s hands tightened. She pressed her breasts together harder around my shaft and gave a small, almost helpless shake of her head.

"No."

"That’s enough for me," I said.

I started moving again, longer strokes this time. She matched me, lifting and squeezing in rhythm so that every thrust dragged through the tight, soft pressure of her cleavage. My cock was fully hard again, darker at the tip, constantly leaking. The slippery mess between her breasts made the friction perfect, not too much, not too little. I could feel the orgasm building already, lower and heavier than the first one.

Sarah kept talking in that same quiet, almost confessional voice, like the words were spilling out because she couldn’t stop them.

"I used to wait for him to come home and actually want me. Years of that. And then you show up and in a few weeks I’m sneaking out of my own apartment with a condom in my pocket." She looked up at me, eyes glassy.

I fucked up between her tits harder in answer. The head of my cock kept brushing her chin, her lower lip, leaving shiny streaks. She opened her mouth slightly on one of the thrusts and the tip dragged across her tongue. A broken sound left me. She did it again on purpose, just the lightest touch of her tongue against the underside of the head every time I pushed up.

"Shit... I’m..."

"I know." Her voice was shaky now. "I can feel how close you are. You’re throbbing so hard between them."

I was. My cock felt thick and heavy, every nerve lit up. The wet heat of her soft breasts, the way she kept squeezing and lifting in time with my hips, the sight of her looking up at me while her husband was only one floor away, it all stacked too fast. I braced one hand on her shoulder and used the other to help press her tits tighter around me. My thrusts turned shorter, more urgent. The wet slap of my cock working between her breasts filled the room.

Sarah’s breathing had gone uneven too. She kept her eyes on my face, watching the control slip.

"Do it," she whispered. "I want to see it."

FUUUUUCK.

That finished me.

I pushed up hard between her breasts one last time and came.

The first rope shot high and thick, striping across her cheek and the bridge of her nose. The second painted her lips and chin. I kept thrusting through it, cock pulsing violently between her tits, painting her face and the upper curves of her breasts with heavy, messy ropes. It felt like it went on forever. By the time the last weaker pulses leaked out against her, I was shaking, both hands gripping her shoulders to stay upright.

Sarah stayed still, hands still cupping her breasts, and let me finish.

When I finally stopped moving she looked down at herself, then carefully touched the thick streak of cum on her lower lip with the tip of her tongue. Her face was a mess, white ropes across her cheeks, her nose, her mouth, dripping down onto her tits.

She let out a small, disbelieving breath.

"Hubert never... not once. Not even close to this much." Her voice was quiet, almost dazed. "I didn’t know it could look like this."

I was still breathing hard, cock slowly softening between the soft press of her breasts, the last of the aftershocks twitching through me.

Sarah sat there on the edge of my bed, face covered in my cum, and for a moment neither of us said anything else.

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Sexual Encounter Completed

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REWARD(S): 900 EXP

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Goddamn.

900 EXP.

Take away the multipliers and the base would have been around 150. With everything stacked it had ballooned into a full level-up and five ability points, plus the ten from the Corrupted quest. Fifteen points total sitting there waiting to be spent.

More importantly... I had actually done it.

Sarah Angi was on my bed, covered in my cum, too embarrassed to meet my eyes. Her pussy had left a wet mark on the mattress. Hubert’s wife. I had taken something that bastard thought belonged to him. Maybe getting beaten half to death by Cole had been the best thing that ever happened to me. Without that night I would still be bleeding money to Jodi and living like a doormat.

"I... um... I think I need a shower after this," Sarah said quietly.

"Oh. Yeah." I stepped back, still half in a daze. "I’ll get you a towel."

"Okay... it’s... uh... yeah."

"Uh-huh."

Awkward didn’t even cover it.

She stood, gave me a small, shy smile, and walked out of the bedroom. A moment later the bathroom door clicked shut and the water started running. I sat down on the edge of the bed, cock still half-soft and sticky, and opened the system interface with slightly unsteady hands.

First, the EXP.

590/798

Christmas had come early... well, maybe one could say the same thing about me. But, fuck it. This was my ’proper’ first time. I’d take this.

I moved to the ability points.

Fifteen of them.

I dropped four straight into IBE.

The moment it hit 20, a milestone window appeared. Two choices... and I picked the first one called TWICE.

"When a target’s Favor is raised to 100%, reset to 0% twice, all sexual encounter EXP with that target is permanently multiplied by x2."

I selected it without hesitation.

Eleven points left.

I poured six more into IBE, taking it to 26, then dumped the remaining five into Perception.

Perception hit 30.

Another milestone, more choices. So, it seemed like this time I had four options. And the second one was the one that made the most sense. It was called CHEATER.

"On failed high-importance Perception checks, you may spend 10% of your current Sin Points to reroll once." I read it out loud. "Hmm. Nice."

I took it immediately. Failing a critical check and being able to buy a second chance was too useful to pass up.

Satisfied, I pulled up the main menu.