"Hey," he said, his voice dropping into a rough, low whisper. It was a little too soft, sounding exactly like a man who knew what he was about to do wasn’t innocent anymore. "Can I kiss you?"
She didn’t say a single word. She just looked at him—and that look, man. It wasn’t scared. It wasn’t entirely sure. It wasn’t angry. It was just... incredibly complicated.
Her plush lips parted slightly, maybe preparing to speak, maybe not. Her breath was caught halfway in her chest, and she didn’t even seem to realize it.
But she didn’t pull away.
So, he leaned in.
And God, when his warm lips finally brushed against hers, it felt like a heavy, rusted lock had just clicked open. Like sothing buried, deep, warm, and agonizingly slow had finally lted down between them.
She didn’t resist him. She didn’t tense up. She just... fluttered her eyes closed.
And he kissed her.
Mouth pressing firmly on mouth, their lips naturally molding together like they were always ant to rest right there.
His large hand slid up her arm—agonizingly slow—brushing over her flushed cheek, trailing down the elegant line of her neck. Just to feel the heat of her skin. To physically ground himself in the mont.
Then, his hand kept going.
His broad palm landed squarely over the heavy curve of her chest. He wasn’t shy about it. His hand was just suddenly, firmly there.
He cupped her heavy breast through the thick latex. Just like that.
And her body instantly reacted.
A sharp, audible inhale. Her broad shoulders went rigidly tense. Her violet eyes popped wide open, looking at him like she didn’t actually expect him to cross that line so fast, even though deep down she probably knew he’d go there eventually.
Her gloved hand twitched upward, grabbing his wrist like she wanted to stop him, or at least say sothing.
"W-Wait," she mumbled against his mouth, trying weakly to lift herself away from his heavy chest.
But he just bit her lower lip.
It was just a soft, teasing nip. Just enough pressure to make her flinch, to pull a breathy, startled sound from her mouth that wasn’t a real word.
"Nh...!"
She moaned softly against him. It was a helpless little sound, like her own body had instantly betrayed her logical mind.
And his wandering hand didn’t stop. He squeezed her heavy breast again—much more confident now, incredibly deliberate. He rolled the massive, latex-covered softness firmly in his palm, acting like he was eagerly savoring every single second of the weight.
His thumb shifted, flicking gently along the smooth side of her breast, dragging right over the spot where her nipple was already standing up proudly under the tight suit. The sharp friction made her gasp aloud.
"You didn’t answer my question," he breathed directly against her swollen lips, pulling back just a fraction of an inch to speak. His hot breath hit her flushed face, thick and heavy with everything that remained unsaid between them. "But your racing heart did."
And then, before she could even process the words or react, he grabbed her trembling, gloved hand. He pressed her palm completely flat against his own bare, muscular chest.
"Listen to it," he ordered softly. "Feel that pounding? That’s entirely for you."
She nodded. Just barely.
He smiled. It was a soft, incredibly dangerous look. "Then... let listen to yours, too."
And before she could even blink in confusion, he dropped his head down.
He just sank his weight forward like a starving man blindly following raw instinct. He pressed his ear firmly against the heavy swell of her right breast.
Right there, against the purple latex.
She flinched hard. Her spine arched off the padded bed without her aning to. "H-Hey—!"
But he remained totally quiet. Completely still. He was just lying there between her thick thighs, his handso cheek smushed shalessly against her massive chest, acting like he was listening to sothing ancient and holy. His dark eyes fluttered closed. His breathing visibly slowed.
"Wow," he muttered after a heavy beat. "It’s pulsing so damn hard in here..."
And fuck, he was slowly moving his hips.
She hadn’t even consciously noticed it until the blistering heat of the friction finally registered in her brain.
His heavy crotch was grinding slowly, rhythmically, right between her spread thighs. He was still fully clothed, but the pressure was so thick, so warm, and so agonizingly deliberate that she physically couldn’t ignore it.
Back and forth. A slow, incredibly lazy friction against her sensitive mound. He was moving like he was already actively fucking her with just the dirty idea of it.
She twitched violently. Her breath caught in her throat. The protective emotional cage she had just sworn to rebuild for herself? He was already locked firmly inside it with her, lting the bars from the inside out, and she didn’t even fully realize it yet.
She was just... lting into the mattress. And he absolutely knew it.
He ca back up, bringing his handso face dangerously close again. His warm mouth brushed lightly against hers, acting like he simply couldn’t physically stay away from her lips.
This ti, the kiss was much deeper. Far wetter.
Their tongues slid together eagerly, tasting each other like they were already miles past the point of any real hesitation.
And his large hand easily found her heavy chest again—landing right back where it rightfully belonged. He gripped her breast with rougher, more demanding fingers this ti. He squeezed the latex. He molded the soft flesh beneath it.
He let her massive weight completely fill his wide palm while his thumb began to ruthlessly rub over the shiny latex, directly targeting the tight, aching bud hidden beneath, shalessly teasing her sensitivity.
Her violet eyes widened in shock.
"Mmh—" she gasped into his mouth, planting her hands on his shoulders, trying half-heartedly to push his heavy body up.
But he just bit her swollen lip again, a little harder this ti. She winced.
"Ah—!"
And the sound that left her throat? That definitely wasn’t resistance anymore.
That was a wet, needy moan. That was pure, unfiltered heat. That was her traitorous body responding eagerly in real-ti, even if her stubborn mind was still desperately trying to keep up with the situation.
Her hands were gripping his broad shoulders tightly now. She wasn’t pushing him off anymore. She was just... holding on. Gripping his muscles hard, like she desperately needed sothing solid to anchor her as her breathing ca quicker and quicker.
And he certainly didn’t stop.
His hot mouth remained locked on hers, his heavy hips continuing that agonizingly slow, rhythmic grinding against her crotch. His hand kept aggressively gripping and kneading her heavy chest like it was his personal property. He wasn’t in a frantic hurry. It was just a slow, steady, and totally inevitable claiming.
He didn’t rush the mont.
He just kept his large hand working that one massive breast—it was incredibly warm, wonderfully firm, and way too big to comfortably hold in just one grip. But he certainly tried his best anyway.
His long fingers sank deep into the soft flesh, his wide palm roughly molding around the heavy curve, acting like he was trying to permanently morize the exact shape of her.
And all the while, his other hand reached for the hidden zipper at her collarbone. He began to pull it lower.
Real slow.
She visibly flinched the exact second the cool tal zipper slipped past the deep dip of her cleavage, heading for her waist.
That sudden jolt—that tiny, helpless, breathy twitch—made him grin wickedly against her lips without aning to.
"Shit," he muttered, pulling back just enough to look down. The thick latex had parted, exposing her bare, heavy breasts to the cool air. "You’re not even wearing a bra under this damn thing?"
Her beautiful face went blazing hot. Her violet eyes widened in sheer embarrassnt.
She moved her hips, acting like she suddenly wanted to shove his heavy body off her. Like she might actually find the willpower to say ’no’ this ti—but he was already leaning back in.
He didn’t wait for permission. He didn’t bother asking again.
He opened his mouth—wide—his dark eyes locked intensely on hers like he specifically wanted her to watch it happen. And then he just... swallowed her tight, peaking nipple whole.
Her breath was instantly choked out of her throat.
"A-ah—!"
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