After pushing the last tangled thoughts aside, Mia finally let the pleasure take her completely.
No more fighting it.
Just the thick, relentless drag of Kael's cock splitting her open, filling her again and again — each thrust bottoming out with a wet smack that echoed in the quiet room.
Kael, though, still couldn't let go of what he'd noticed earlier.
Something had happened to her.
He kept trying to understand it.
Yet he couldn't.
Her moaning freely now, body loose and greedy beneath him, like she didn't have a worry in the world, didn't help him figure it out either.
His hips kept driving into her, his hands were not idle too.
They roamed her soft body with the same steady hunger — fingers digging into the undersides of her breasts, squeezing until they spilled between his grip, thumbs rolling over her nipples until she gasped and arched.
For a moment, he caught himself wondering why he was even thinking about this.
Why he was even trying.
She was just a woman he was going to have a one-night stand with.
So why did it feel like his mind wouldn't shut up?
Kael was distracted for one heartbeat too long.
And Mia took that heartbeat.
She rolled her body with him — smooth, practiced, until the positions flipped.
His cock never left her cunt.
But now… instead of him riding her…
She was riding him.
"Where are you spacing out~?" Mia teased, straddling him with her knees planted wide, palms flat on his chest for balance. She looked down at him like she owned him, her hair messy, her skin flushed and shining.
Kael blinked once, surprised.
Then his expression settled back into calm.
"Nowhere important."
He shoved the last lingering thoughts away and looked at her properly — naked, sweaty, and so damn tempting above him, taking his cock like she was made for it.
His hands slid to her hips, fingers digging in hard enough to leave marks.
A smirk tugged at his mouth.
"Alright then," he said, voice low. "Since you wanted control so badly…"
He gave her hips a slow, guiding squeeze.
"Show me."
Mia's smile widened.
And she answered him the only way she could — by moving.
Riding him in cowgirl, she lifted until only the head stretched her entrance… then sank back down hard, taking every inch in one greedy slide.
"Ahhh~"
The sound tore out of her, raw and unfiltered.
His cock kissed her cervix, that blunt pressure making her thighs shake. She tried to control the pace; slow grinds at first, circling her hips to feel him rub every sensitive spot inside her — but the deeper she took him, the less control she had.
Her moans spilled out louder, messier.
No rhythm to them anymore.
Still, she tried.
Using every bit of theoretical knowledge, and every bit of experience she'd ever had, she forced herself to stay on top of it.
She lowered her head to his chest and kissed him, then teased his nipple the same way he'd teased hers — lips, tongue, a soft bite.
And she didn't do a bad job.
Kael's breath thickened.
The pleasure kept building in him, steady and unavoidable, creeping closer and closer to release.
But he still decided to "help."
His hands clamped on her ass, and he started thrusting up to meet her — timing each upward snap with her descent.
The wet slap of their bodies meeting grew louder.
Filthier.
"Y-yesss~"
Mia's voice cracked.
Her cunt clamped down like a fist — walls fluttering, then squeezing hard as her orgasm hit.
Slick heat flooded around his cock, dripping down, soaking the sheets beneath them.
The ripple of her release shoved Kael right to the edge.
And for Mia?
Even then… reason still didn't fully leave her.
Riding the moment, she leaned down and pressed her lips to his neck, biting lightly.
Marking him.
Not too much.
Not enough to make it obvious.
But enough.
Because she couldn't help it.
She wanted proof.
A small, shameless piece of evidence — that she'd been here.
That she'd had him.
Even if only for one night.
When she pulled back to look at it, glassy-eyed and breathing through parted lips, something wild flashed across her face.
And another wave of pleasure rolled through her.
Just seeing her mark on him was enough to drag her up again — her body already climbing toward a second peak.
Kael didn't know how much she'd poured into that tiny bite.
He didn't care.
His own control was slipping now.
And he finally decided to take things into his hands.
He rose, pulling her up with him.
Her legs wrapped around his waist on instinct, locking them together — chest to chest, skin to skin, their bodies pressed into one heated, sweaty union.
Down below, it was slick and messy.
Up here, their sweat turned into its own kind of lubricant, letting them grind closer without friction, without space.
Kael's hands clamped on her ass, holding her firmly.
His cock throbbed inside her, and he could barely hold back anymore.
He lifted her slightly, like he meant to pull out.
But instead, he gripped her harder — spreading her wider — and started driving up into her with short, brutal thrusts.
His cock was already pulsing.
Already close.
"Please… cum inside~" Mia's voice cracked, desperate. "Fill my pussy with your baby-making cum~"
Two nights ago, when the unnamed woman had begged him the same way, he hadn't even hesitated.
He'd pulled out like it was nothing.
But with Mia…
He found himself actually considering it.
Even if only for a second.
He was going to refuse all the same.
But then Mia, breathless and shaking, forced out the rest—
"I'm on the pill…" she gasped. "It's my safe day too… so fill me up, please~"
Double assurance.
And coming from Mia, the credibility wasn't low.
Kael weighed it for half a heartbeat.
Then gave in.
Precaution mattered, yes.
But finishing inside?
He preferred it.
And with lust blurring his reason further, he stopped suppressing himself.
One last hard thrust—
And he came.
Hot, thick spurts flooding her core.
Rope after rope, pulsing against her walls, filling her until it leaked around his shaft, mixing with her slick in a messy puddle between them.
"Yesss~ ahh~" Mia moaned in pure ecstasy as she felt it spreading inside her, heavy and hot.
Her cunt milked every drop, fluttering wildly as her second orgasm crashed through her.
Toes curled tight.
Head thrown back.
A long, broken moan that ended in his name.
And in the back of her mind — what Kael didn't know —
Was that Mia was actually… regretful.
Regretful that what she said was true.
That she really was on the pill.
And that this really was her safe day.
Because she would've loved nothing more than for it to be a lie.
She would've loved nothing more than to be impregnated by him.
Unfortunately… she couldn't.
Still…
With how much he'd pumped into her, the sheer volume—
A tiny, reckless hope flickered.
Wouldn't it be something if…?
She didn't voice it.
She just clung to him tighter, trembling through the aftershocks, his cock still twitching inside her as they both caught their breath.