The M.I.L.F Rebate System: Every Woman I Spoil Makes Me Richer! Chapter 15: Come Here...*

She knelt there, frozen in the moonlight, her hand still wrapped around his slick shaft. The saliva had cooled on her lips, but the heat between her legs was unbearable. Every muscle in her body scread for more—more of his essence, more of his skin, more of him inside her.

Then his hand caught her wrist.

Her heart nearly stopped. She looked up, and his eyes were open, half-lidded with a drowsy hunger that sent a chill down her spine.

He didn’t speak right away, he didn’t need to. The pressure of his fingers tightening around her wrist said everything.

"No," she whispered, but it ca out broken, a plea.

He pulled her up, and she crawled over him, her knees sinking into the mattress on either side of his hips. The sheet had fallen away, revealing the pale lines of his body—purple skin from his workout, a soreness that showed in the way he grit his teeth when she shifted her weight. But his cock was hard, standing proud, glistening from the saliva from her mouth a few monts ago.

"Don’t," she breathed, even as her hips lowered, even as her cunt hovered over the tip. "I shouldn’t—"

But her body had already betrayed her. The head pressed against her wet folds, and she gasped—a sharp, desperate sound that she tried to swallow. He didn’t push. He just lay there, watching her, his chest rising and falling with shallow breaths, a thin sheen of sweat on his brow.

She sank down.

The stretch was imdiate, a burning fullness that punched the air from her lungs. Her inner walls clenched around him, gripping like a fist. She hovered there, impaled on the first few inches, her thighs trembling, her fingers digging into his shoulders.

"Liam..." His na ca out ragged, a confession to her surrender.

And then sothing snapped.

She dropped, all the way, seating him deep inside her. A cry tore from her throat—loud, raw, animal.

"Nnngghh~!"

Her hips began to move, not slowly, not tentatively, but with a wild, frantic rhythm that bordered on violence. She rode him like she was trying to escape sothing, like every thrust was a punishnt she deserved and a reward she craved.

Her nails raked down his chest, leaving red lines. Her hair whipped across her face, strands sticking to her sweat-slicked cheeks. She leaned forward, grabbing his hair, yanking his head back, and bit his neck—hard enough to leave a mark, hard enough to taste blood.

"You have no idea," she hissed against his ear, her hips slamming down, "how long I’ve wanted this. How I have tried my best not to touch myself thinking of you. Please let cum with your na in my mouth."

He groaned, his hands finding her hips, squeezing the flesh, guiding her pace. But she was beyond guidance. She was a storm, a madness, a woman possessed. Her cunt milked him with every downward stroke, the wet sound of their bodies slapping together filling the room.

"Fuck! You feel even better than yesterday!" Liam grunted, the pleasure made the pain irrelevant.

The moonlight caught the sheen on her thighs, on his stomach, on the place where they joined. She looked down, watching his cock disappear into her, and the sight made her clench even tighter.

"More," she demanded. "Fuck harder."

She rose up, almost leaving him entirely, then slamd back down. Her clit ground against his pubic bone, and the shock of pleasure made her vision white. She rode harder, faster, her moans turning into a continuous stream of curses and pleas.

"If you keep moving like that, I’m going to...!" Liam could barely keep his words cohorent.

But his body was faltering. She felt it—the tremor in his arms, the way he winced when she shifted. Soreness, fatigue. He wasn’t going to last.

And that only made her wilder because it showed she was in control in a life where she barely was.

She wanted to break him. She wanted to drain him, to take everything he had until he was nothing but a shuddering ss beneath her. She leaned back, balancing on his thighs, and fucked him with her full weight, each descent a brutal, deliberate claim.

"I’m going to co," she gasped, the words torn from her. "I’m going to co all over your cock, and you’re going to watch , and then you’re going to rember this forever."

Her hand flew to her clit, rubbing frantically, her hips bucking in a chaotic rhythm. She was close—so close—her walls fluttering around him, her breath catching in a high, thin keen.

"Please," she begged, even as she took everything she wanted. "Please—"

Her climax hit her like a wave, like a fall, like a breaking. She cried out, a long, shuddering moan, her body convulsing around him, her cunt milking him with rhythmic, pulsing contractions. She collapsed forward, her forehead against his shoulder, her breath hot and ragged against his skin.

For a long mont, there was only the sound of their breathing, the sticky heat between them, the sll of sex and sweat.

Then she felt him stir beneath her—still hard, still buried deep. She rolled off, a slow, deliberate movent, and knelt beside him. Her hand found his cock, slick with her wetness, and she stroked him slowly, watching his face.

"You’re not done yet," she murmured.

And without waiting for permission, she lowered her head and took him in her mouth, tasting herself on his skin. She worked him with her tongue and lips, her hand pumping the base, drawing him toward the edge.

He ca with a low, guttural groan, his hips jerking, his hand fisting in her hair. She swallowed every drop, her throat working, her eyes closed. When she pulled away, she licked her lips, then smiled—a dark, satisfied smile.

"I’ll clean you up," she said softly.

But her smile faded as a faint glow appeared on Liam’s nightstand—a shimr of light, almost like a notification. A word hung in the air, invisible to her but crystal clear to him:

He felt a surge of energy, a warmth spreading through his sore muscles, a quiet hum of power.

Rachel didn’t see it. She was already reaching for a towel, her body still trembling, her eyes glazed with the aftermath of pleasure and the dawning weight of guilt.

"I-I’m so sorry, I don’t know what ca over . I’m not normally like this, I swear,"

[Ding!]

[Transaction Recorded]

[Target: Rachel Kim (Low-Value MILF)]

[Investnt: $0]

[Base Value: $6,200 (Mind-blowing sexual satisfaction strong emotional release)]

[300% Beginner Bonus Applied]

[Rebate Received: $24,800]

"It is fine, I wanted it just as bad," However, Liam realized this must be the cap of her returns despite her emotional state being maxed.

Rachel washed off and went to cook him so food, and Liam realized maybe MILFs weren’t that bad after all.