Chapter 203 | A Perfect Ring of Red [GT BONUS]
Chapter 203: 203 | A Perfect Ring of Red [GT BONUS]
Jordan lifted her hips and pulled her back down.
PLAP.
The sound of their bodies connecting was obscene in the quiet loft, skin meeting skin with wet force. Kumiko’s voice cracked on impact.
"AH!"
Again. He lifted her and brought her down, harder this time, his hips thrusting up to meet her descent.
PLAP.
"AAHHN!"
Again.
PLAP.
"MNN—HA—AAAHH!"
Jordan found the rhythm. Not gentle. Not careful. He fucked up into her with force that made the bed frame creak beneath them, his hands controlling her hips, lifting her until just the tip remained inside before slamming her back down onto the full length.
PLAP. PLAP. PLAP. PLAP.
The noise was relentless. Wet. Filthy. Every collision produced a fresh wave of sound from Kumiko, whose vocal range apparently covered several octaves Jordan hadn’t known she possessed.
"AH! AH! AHH! JORD—AAAHNN! SO DEEP! YOU’RE SO DEEP!"
Jordan leaned forward and bit the side of her neck.
Jordan’s teeth sank into the tender skin where her throat met her shoulder. Not a love bite. A claim. His mouth worked against her neck with deliberate pressure, teeth pressing deep enough to leave welts, to mark her, while his tongue soothed the abused flesh in alternating pulses of pain and relief. All while his hips never stopped driving into her, maintaining the relentless upward thrusts that had her entire body jerking with each collision.
Kumiko’s scream tore through the loft.
Raw. Unfiltered. Her fingers twisted into his hair and yanked, pulling so hard Jordan’s scalp burned, but the pain only sharpened his focus. Her back arched off his lap in a desperate curve, her spine bending at an angle that looked physically impossible as the dual assault of penetration and possession shredded whatever composure she’d been clinging to.
"AAHH! AAHHN! OH GOD! JORDAN! JORDAN!"
His name became a prayer in her mouth. A chant. Each syllable punctuated by the force of his cock splitting her open, by the suction of his lips against her skin, by the scrape of his teeth marking territory on her body that nobody else would ever touch.
Jordan released the first bite. A perfect ring of red indentations decorated her throat, already darkening toward purple. Beautiful. He moved lower, finding the sharp jut of her collarbone where it pressed against her skin, and his tongue traced the line of bone with slow deliberation before his teeth closed around the flesh just above it. He pulled. Sucked. Left another mark to match the first.
Kumiko’s pussy clamped down on him like a vice.
The sudden pressure was so intense Jordan’s vision actually blanked for a second, white static flooding his peripheral sight as her inner walls contracted around his shaft with crushing force. He could feel every individual spasm, every desperate flutter of her body trying to milk him, to pull him deeper, to keep him inside forever.
PLAP. PLAP. PLAP. PLAP. PLAP.
The bed frame groaned beneath them. Protested. The headboard slammed against the shared wall with Unit 403 in a steady rhythm that had zero subtlety, zero discretion. The sound of wood meeting drywall echoed through the loft with each brutal thrust, a percussion section to accompany Kumiko’s vocals and the wet slap of their bodies connecting.
Jordan bit down harder and fucked Kumiko through another scream as he pushed Kumiko onto her back.
She went down with a yelp, her loose hair spreading across the dark grey sheets, her arms falling above her head as Jordan loomed over her. He grabbed her thigh and pushed her leg up toward her chest, opening her further, and the new angle made her entire body jolt.
"AAHHNN! RIGHT THERE! RIGHT THERE JORDAN DON’T STOP!"
He didn’t stop.
Jordan drove into her with everything he had, the bed frame slamming against the wall in a steady percussion that matched the wet sounds of their bodies colliding. Kumiko’s small frame bounced beneath him with every thrust, her breasts moving with the force of impact, her stomach tensing and releasing.
And Jordan could see it.
Every time he drove forward, the outline of his cock pressed against the skin of her lower belly. A visible ridge that appeared and disappeared with each stroke, the proof of how deep he reached inside her, pushing against her from within. The sight was so obscene that Jordan’s brain short-circuited for a full second.
Kumiko looked down and saw it too.
Her eyes went wide. Her hand moved to her own stomach, palm pressing flat against the skin right where the outline appeared. She felt him through her own body wall, her fingers registering each thrust as a physical bump against her palm, the shape of him moving beneath the surface of her belly.
"I can... I can feel you... from the outside..."
Kumiko’s voice trembled, disbelief and arousal mixing into something incoherent.
"Oh my god. Oh my god. OH MY GOD—"
Her voice broke into a high, continuous whine that climbed higher and higher as her body tightened around him like a vice, her walls contracting in rapid, desperate pulses.
"I’M—AAHH—I’M GONNA—JORDAN I’M—"
"Cum for me."
The words came out in his Alluring Whisper register, low and warm and resonating in the space between her ears like a physical thing. The acoustic frequency bypassed her conscious resistance and went straight to the primal part of her brain that controlled everything below the neck.
Kumiko’s back arched off the mattress so hard that only her shoulders and heels remained in contact with the sheets. Her spine curved into a bow that shouldn’t have been anatomically possible, her chest pushing up toward the ceiling as her head pressed back into the pillow. Her eyes rolled back, the brown irises disappearing as her pupils dilated to maximum and then vanished behind white, her eyelids fluttering in rapid, uncontrollable spasms.
"AAAAAAHHHNN!"
Her whole body seized.
Not trembled. Not shuddered. Seized, like every muscle from her jaw to her toes fired at once and forgot how to release. Her walls clamped down on Jordan with a pressure that bordered on pain, rhythmic contractions squeezing him in waves that rolled from the base to the tip and back again. Her legs locked around his waist, her heels digging into the small of his back. Her fingers found his arms and gripped hard enough that her nails broke skin. Her mouth stayed open in a silent scream, all sound having left her body along with her ability to see or think or exist as a functional human being.
She convulsed for what felt like a full ten seconds, her hips jerking against his in involuntary spasms, each one pulling him deeper into the catastrophic tightness of her orgasm.
And that was what finished Jordan.