Divine Milking System Chapter 226 | Three Peaks [PS BONUS]

Dangerous words. I liked them.

I lowered my mouth to her and activated Sensory Hijack, targeting taste and touch simultaneously. The mont my tongue made contact, I made her taste dark chocolate mixed with sea salt, rich and decadent on her tongue. At the sa ti, I amplified the sensation of my mouth against her, making every lick feel twice as intense.

Belle’s reaction was imdiate and violent. Her back bowed completely off the bed, and she scread. Actually scread, loud enough that Naomi sat up in alarm.

"Holy fuck," Belle gasped, her hands flying to my hair and pulling. "What the hell did you just do?"

"You said surprise you."

"I take it back. I hate surprises. Don’t stop."

I didn’t. I worked my tongue against her while maintaining the Hijack, making her taste strawberries now, then champagne, cycling through flavors while her nerve endings fired at double intensity. She thrashed beneath , her thighs clamping around my head, her breathing coming in sharp, ragged bursts.

"Jace, I swear to god," she panted, "if you stop I’ll kill you."

I slipped two fingers inside Belle while my tongue focused on her clit, and she nearly bucked off the bed entirely.

"I can’t," Belle gasped. "It’s too much. I’m gonna—fuck, I’m—"

She ca hard, her entire body going rigid. Her inner walls clamped down on my fingers with enough force that I felt it in my knuckles, and she scread again, the sound raw and uncontrolled. I kept my mouth on her through the whole thing, drawing it out until she was shaking and shoving at my head with both hands.

"Stop, stop, you win," she gasped, laughing breathlessly. "Jesus Christ."

I pulled back, deactivating Sensory Hijack. Belle looked like she’d been hit by a truck, her face flushed and her chest heaving.

"That was incredible," Naomi said quietly.

"That was cheating," Belle corrected, but she was smiling. "Sensory manipulation during oral should be illegal."

"You told to surprise you."

"I didn’t tell you to blow my mind." She sat up slowly, wincing. "Also, I’m keeping this hotel room. Forever. This bed has seen things."

Naomi laughed, the sound bright and genuine. "We should probably clean up."

"We should probably do round two," Belle countered, her eyes already tracking back to . "He’s still hard."

I was. Watching both of them, making them co, feeling them respond to every touch—yeah, my body was ready to keep going.

"It’s Naomi’s turn," I said, reaching for her. "Co here."

She ca willingly, settling into my lap and wrapping her arms around my neck. I kissed her slowly, tasting her own arousal still on my lips. She made a soft sound into my mouth.

"How do you want ?" she asked, her voice quiet against my ear.

"However you want," I told her honestly. "This is your celebration too."

She thought about it for a mont, then shifted until she was straddling properly, her center aligned with mine. "Like this. I want to see your face."

Belle moved to sit against the headboard, watching us with interest. "This is better than any porn I’ve ever seen."

"Belle," Naomi protested, but she was smiling.

"What? It’s true." Belle’s hand drifted back between her legs almost unconsciously. "You two are hot together. Sue for enjoying the view."

I reached for the box on the nightstand, quickly rolling on a fresh condom before guiding myself to her entrance. She was already wet from watching everything that had happened, and she sank down onto with a breathy gasp.

"Oh," she whispered, her eyes closing. "That’s—you feel so good."

"Look at ," I said, my hands finding her hips.

She opened her eyes, eting mine as she started to move. The connection was imdiate and intense, sothing passing between us that had nothing to do with extraction or buffs or the System tracking our every interaction.

This was just us. Just Naomi, who’d chosen to help when I had nothing. Who’d stayed when I told her the truth. Who’d fallen for the dying fat kid and kept falling even after I started changing.

I pulled her closer, our foreheads touching as she rode with slow, rolling movents. Her breathing hitched with each downstroke, and I felt her inner walls fluttering around .

"Faster," I urged, my voice rough.

She complied, picking up speed. Her breasts bounced with the motion, and I couldn’t help myself. I leaned down and took her nipple into my mouth, sucking gently.

She cried out, her rhythm faltering. "Jace, I can’t—that’s too much."

I switched to the other breast, swirling my tongue around the hardened peak. She was trying to hold back her sounds again, her teeth sunk into her bottom lip hard enough that I worried she’d draw blood.

"Let hear you," I said, pulling back to look at her. "I want to hear every sound you make when you co on my cock."

Her eyes went wide at the crude words, but her body responded. She clenched around , and a moan escaped her lips, louder than before.

"That’s it," I encouraged, one hand sliding from her hip to between her legs. I found her clit with my thumb, circling it in ti with her movents. "Just like that, baby. Let go."

The moan turned into a proper cry as I increased the pressure. Her movents beca erratic, desperate, chasing the pleasure I was offering. Belle was touching herself faster now, her own sounds joining Naomi’s in the small hotel room.

"I’m close," Naomi gasped, her nails digging into my shoulders. "Jace, I’m so close."

"Then co," I told her, thrusting up to et her on the next downstroke. "Co for , Naomi."

She did, her orgasm hitting her like a freight train. She threw her head back, her mouth falling open on a silent scream before sound finally broke free. She ca loudly, shalessly, her body clenching around in waves as she rode through it.

I wasn’t far behind. The sight of her, the feel of her, the sounds she made—it all pushed over the edge. I pulled her down hard onto as I ca, burying myself as deep as I could go. Pleasure whited out my vision for a second, and when it cleared, Naomi was collapsed against my chest, breathing hard.

Belle ca too, her hand still working between her legs as she watched us. Her orgasm was quieter than the others, just a sharp gasp and a shudder, but I saw the way her eyes fluttered closed and her free hand gripped the sheets.

For a long mont, the only sounds in the room were our collective breathing and the distant hum of traffic outside.

"Well," Belle finally said, her voice hoarse. "That was sothing."

Naomi laughed breathlessly against my neck.

"That’s one way to celebrate."