"My beautiful, insatiable landlady. How did I get so lucky?"
I barely had the thought before Tomoko cut it off — not with words, but with movement.
One moment her hands were resting lightly on my shoulders, the next they were fisting in my hair, pulling my head back just far enough to force a sharp breath from my lungs.
Her lips brushed the shell of my ear, her voice a slow pour of molten honey. "Tonight," she murmured, "I'm not letting you take it slow."
It wasn't a suggestion. It wasn't even a request. It was an edict, smooth and absolute, a silk rope looped around my throat. My pulse spiked, blood rushing south in a single, traitorous wave, every nerve in my body leaning toward her like iron to a magnet.
Before I could even shape a reply, she shifted her hips and pressed down — hard. The thin fabric of her skirt rode higher with the motion, letting the heat between her thighs radiate straight into me.
"Tomoko—"
"Shut up, Sousuke-kun."
Her palm pressed against my mouth, silencing me instantly. Her eyes — usually bright with playfulness — had narrowed into something sharp, dangerous, and intoxicating. Predatory.
"I'm in control tonight," she said.
The declaration carried no room for argument.
She leaned forward, the subtle scent of her perfume drowning out every rational thought, and with a single, fluid motion she shoved me back against the sofa cushions. Her knees pressed to either side of my hips, the full weight of her straddling me, pinning me in place.
Her nails skimmed down my chest through my shirt, slow enough to make my skin prickle, then hooked into the hem. In one sudden jerk, she yanked it upward so fast I heard the stitching strain, the fabric brushing my face before she tossed it carelessly to the floor.
Her mouth descended before I could catch my breath, teeth sinking into my collarbone with a bite that made me hiss through my teeth.
"You like that?" she murmured, her tone almost mocking.
"I—"
Another bite, sharper, cutting off the words before they could form. The sting spread in a hot bloom beneath my skin, and I realized she really wasn't holding back tonight.
Her hips began to move — not the languid, teasing sways she usually used to drive me insane — but short, deliberate rolls, grinding down against me with intent. I could feel the damp heat of her through her panties, the friction growing with every movement.
Instinctively, I grabbed for her hips — maybe to slow her down, maybe to keep her closer — but she slapped my hands away with a quick, stinging smack.
"No touching," she ordered, eyes glinting. "Not unless I say so."
The air between us felt electric, like the moment before a summer storm. My heartbeat was a drum in my ears, and I couldn't tell if I was more turned on or more desperate.
She reached behind her back, unhooked her bra in a practiced motion, and let it drop between us. Her breasts spilled free, perfect and flushed, the sight alone enough to make my breath catch. Before I could reach for them, her hand gripped my jaw, forcing my head forward until my face was buried against them.
Her skin was fever-hot, the rapid pound of her heart thudding against my cheek. Her scent surrounded me, thick and intoxicating, each breath dragging me deeper into her control.
Then her hand slid down between us. My pulse skipped as I felt the shift in her posture, her fingers disappearing beneath the waistband of her panties. She didn't look away from me — not once — as her own touch drew shuddering breaths from her lips. The sight alone nearly undid me.
A moment later, she hooked her fingers into my belt and yanked.
"Get these off. Now."
The tone made my body move before my brain could catch up. Belt undone, pants shoved down, underwear gone in a blur.
Her hand wrapped around me, the sudden hot pressure making a raw, involuntary groan tear from my throat.
She smirked, slow and satisfied. "Perfect."
No prelude. No teasing. She pushed her panties aside and, with one decisive motion, sank down onto me.
The wet heat of her hit like a shock, my back arching instinctively as my hands clenched into the cushions.
"F-fuck—"
Her nails dug into my shoulders, anchoring herself as she started to move without hesitation — fast, hard, each thrust sending a pulse of heat through my entire body. The sharp slap of skin on skin echoed in the quiet room, blending with her breathless moans.
I reached for her hips again, and this time she let me — not to guide her, but to hold on as she rode me like she had something to prove.
Every downward slam brought her tight around me, milking me in relentless waves. Her hair clung to her damp, flushed face, her eyes burning into mine with that same mix of challenge and pleasure.
"You're… mine tonight, Sousuke-kun," she panted, grinding down with a force that made my vision blur. "Don't even think about holding back."
Her pace didn't let up — if anything, it got harder. Each thrust was a downward slam, forcing every inch of me deeper inside her until my thighs were trembling. The sofa creaked under us, but neither of us cared.
"God, you feel so good when you're like this," she panted, her nails clawing down my chest hard enough to leave red trails. "So hard… so deep…"
Her walls tightened around me, squeezing greedily, and my vision blurred for a second. She was riding me like she wanted to claim every last drop, her hips snapping with brutal precision.
I gritted my teeth, my hands gripping her waist to meet her thrusts, driving upward into her with just as much force. The sound of our bodies colliding echoed in the room — wet, rhythmic, relentless.
She leaned forward suddenly, her hands on either side of my head, her face inches from mine. "Sousuke-kun… I want you to ruin me."
The words detonated inside my skull. My self-control evaporated.
I grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her into a kiss that was all teeth and heat, our tongues colliding in a mess of breathless hunger. My hips surged up with every kiss, each thrust hitting so deep she moaned into my mouth.
When I broke away, I pushed her back just enough to get leverage and started pounding into her from below, my hands slamming her hips down onto me again and again. She threw her head back, a cry ripping from her throat.
"Yes—! Harder—!"
I didn't need to be told twice. My thighs burned, my abs tight, every muscle straining to drive into her as fast and as deep as possible. She was so wet now that every thrust sent a slick, obscene sound into the air.
Her body was shaking, her breath ragged, and I could feel her tightening even more — that desperate, vice-like grip that told me she was close.
"I—Sousuke—ah—!"
She collapsed against me, nails digging into my back as her whole body convulsed in a rough, shuddering orgasm. The way she squeezed me at that moment almost broke me.
I slammed into her twice more, then three sharp, brutal thrusts had me losing it completely. My hips jerked uncontrollably as I came hard inside her, filling her with each pulse.
Her eyes fluttered half-open, a satisfied smirk tugging at her lips even as her chest heaved against mine. "That's… what I wanted…" she whispered, voice husky and wrecked.
We stayed there, tangled together, both breathing like we'd just run a marathon. My hands were still on her hips, and hers were lazily tracing my jaw, her expression dripping with smug satisfaction.
"Food festival was fun," she murmured, kissing my cheek. "But this? This was the real treat."
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