The Scumbag's Guide To Heroism Chapter 105 | Peaches & Cream

I grabbed her hips and thrust into her from behind in one smooth motion.

She scread into the pillow.

I didn’t go slow this ti. Couldn’t. The angle was too perfect, too deep. I could feel her everywhere — hot and tight and gripping like she was trying to pull even deeper.

"Oh god, oh god, oh god," she chanted breathlessly. "Right there. Don’t stop. Please don’t ever stop."

I reached around and found her clit with my fingers. She jerked like she’d been electrocuted, her whole body going taut as a bowstring.

"Lukas, I’m—"

"I know."

"I’m going to—"

"Co for ."

She did.

Her orgasm hit like a controlled detonation. Her body clamped down around so hard I saw actual stars. She scread my na into the pillow, her thighs shaking uncontrollably, her back arching as every muscle went rigid before lting all at once.

I didn’t stop moving through it. Couldn’t. I kept thrusting, drawing out her orgasm until she was sobbing with overstimulation.

"Too much," she gasped desperately. "Lukas, it’s too much."

"You can take it."

"I can’t. I really can’t—" Her words dissolved into another moan as I hit that perfect spot again. "Oh fuck. Oh fuck, I think I’m going to co again."

"Good."

"That’s not supposed to happen so quickly."

"Says who?"

Her second orgasm was quieter than the first but sohow more intense. I felt it in the way her body rippled around , in the way her hands fisted desperately in the sheets, in the broken sound that escaped her throat.

"Lukas," she whimpered. "I really can’t take any more."

"One more."

"No."

"Yes."

I pulled out and she made a genuinely desperate sound of loss. I flipped her onto her back again, taking in her flushed face and sweaty hair. Her eyes were glassy and unfocused. She looked completely wrecked in the best possible way.

"You’re actually trying to kill ," she accused weakly.

"Not yet."

I pushed back inside and she was so oversensitive that even that gentle movent made her gasp sharply.

"Look at ," I commanded.

She did, her blue eyes locking onto mine with visible effort.

I started moving again, slower this ti but deeper. I wanted to watch her face, to see every expression that crossed her features.

"I love you," I said.

Her eyes went impossibly wide. "Lukas—"

"I love you, Sloane."

"You’re just saying that because we’re—"

"I’m saying it because it’s true."

I leaned down and kissed her with everything I had. She lted into it completely, her legs wrapping around my waist, her hands tangling in my hair and holding close.

When I pulled back, there were tears tracking down her cheeks.

"Hey," I said softly, concerned. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah." She sniffled slightly. "I’m just — this is overwhelming."

"Too overwhelming? We can stop."

"No. It’s perfect." She pulled down for another kiss, this one softer. "Everything about this is perfect."

I could feel my own orgasm building steadily, coiling low in my spine and getting harder to hold back with each thrust.

"Sloane," I groaned. "I’m getting close."

" too."

"Where do you want to—"

"Inside." Her hands moved to my ass, holding deep. "I want you to co inside ."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. I’m on birth control, rember?" She kissed along my jaw. "I want to feel you co inside . I want all of it."

That was all it took.

My orgasm hit like lightning — white-hot and absolutely consuming. I buried myself as deep as I could possibly go and ca harder than I ever had in my life. I could feel it flooding her, filling her completely, so much that it started leaking out around where we were still joined.

Sloane’s third orgasm followed imdiately after mine. Her body milked perfectly, drawing out every last drop while she cried out my na. She was crying again, but this ti purely from overwhelming pleasure.

When it finally stopped, I collapsed on top of her. We were both breathing like we’d just sprinted a marathon.

"Holy shit," she whispered shakily.

"Yeah."

"That was—"

"I know."

We lay there tangled together, my cock still inside her as it gradually softened. I didn’t want to move, didn’t want to break this perfect mont.

Eventually she pushed weakly at my chest. "You’re crushing ."

"You love it."

"I’m going to suffocate under you."

I rolled off her reluctantly. The movent made us both hiss as oversensitive parts protested. She imdiately curled into my side, her head finding its place on my chest, pink hair sticking to her face with sweat.

"I’m completely exhausted," she mumbled against my skin.

"Good."

"Did I—" She paused uncertainly. "Was I okay? Did I do it right?"

I looked down at her in disbelief. "Are you seriously asking that question right now?"

"I just ant—" Her face went red again. "Was I better than her?"

"Sloane."

"Never mind. Forget I asked. Stupid question."

I tilted her chin up, making her et my eyes. "You weren’t better than her. You were completely different from her. And I loved every single second of it."

"That’s not really an answer."

"Yes, it is." I kissed her forehead gently. "You’re not competing with anyone. You’re you. That’s exactly what I want."

She studied my face carefully, looking for any hint of deception. Finally, she nodded slowly. "Okay."

"Okay?"

"Okay." She tucked herself closer against my side. "But just for the record? You’re mine now."

I laughed. "Duly noted."

We lay there in comfortable silence. The room slled like sex and the lingering sweetness of strawberries from breakfast. The sheets were completely destroyed. So were we, in the best possible way.

My phone buzzed from sowhere on the floor where my clothes had been discarded. Probably Diane checking in, making sure I’d managed to fix things with Sloane like she’d obviously expected to.

I ignored it completely.

Sloane made a small, satisfied sound against my chest. "We really need to shower before anything else."

"Later."

"I’m sticky everywhere."

"So am I."

"Lukas."

"Five more minutes."

She huffed but didn’t make any move to get up. "Fine. Five minutes. But then we’re definitely showering and changing these sheets before Mom gets ho."

"Deal."

Her hand traced lazy, abstract patterns on my chest. "Do you really love ?"

"Yeah."

"Even though I’m a complete brat?"

"Especially because you’re a brat."

She smiled against my skin. "That’s the perfect answer."