The Scumbag's Guide To Heroism Chapter 63 | The CEO and the Seven-Round Minimum

Then she walked away, hips swaying in that skirt, and I stood there gripping the counter edge to steady myself.

Thirty minutes. Enough ti for Sloane to be absorbed in her studies and for Diane to shower and prepare.

I went to my room and tried to focus on anything other than what was coming. Reviewed my status screen. Checked my skill loadout. Scrolled through random articles about Halloran’s history.

Nothing worked. My mind kept drifting to the image of Diane in her silk nightgown, or better yet, without it.

At exactly thirty minutes, I left my room and walked down the hall to her door.

It was slightly ajar. An invitation.

I pushed it open and stepped inside.

Diane sat on the edge of her California king bed wearing a black lace bra and matching panties that left very little to imagination. Her pink hair fell loose around her shoulders, and her blue eyes tracked like a predator watching prey.

"Lock the door," she said.

I did.

"Co here."

I crossed the room, and she pulled down by my shirt until our faces were level.

"You kept waiting three extra minutes," she said. "That’s disappointing."

"Traffic was bad."

"Smart mouth." She bit my lower lip hard enough to sting. "I’m going to make you regret that."

She pushed onto the bed and climbed on top, straddling my waist. Her hands went to the hem of my shirt and pulled it off in one smooth motion.

"Better," she said, running her nails down my chest. "Much better."

I reached for her bra clasp, but she caught my wrists and pinned them above my head.

"Did I say you could touch yet?"

"No."

"No, what?"

My cock strained against my sweatpants. "No, Diane."

"That’s better." She leaned down, her hair curtaining our faces. "You’re going to lie there and take exactly what I give you. Understand?"

"Yes."

She kissed hard, her tongue demanding entry. I opened for her, letting her take control because that’s how she liked to start. Bossy. Commanding. Making sure I knew she was in charge.

But we both knew how it would end. Sa way it ended every night.

Her grinding against , moaning my na, begging for more while I fucked her into the mattress until she couldn’t rember her own na.

She released my wrists and I imdiately went for her breasts, cupping them through the lace. She gasped into my mouth, her hips rolling against the bulge in my pants.

"Fuck," she breathed. "You’re already hard."

"You’re sitting on my lap in lingerie. What did you expect?"

She reached between us and pald through the fabric. "I expected exactly this." She squeezed. "I also expect you to last longer than last night. You made co four tis before you finished, but we barely hit round five before you passed out."

"I didn’t pass out. I was resting my eyes."

"For two hours." She bit my earlobe. "Tonight we’re going for seven rounds minimum. I have a theory about whether increased frequency improves your stat gains."

"That’s a lot of research."

"Shut up and take your pants off."

I lifted my hips and she helped strip down to nothing. My cock sprang free, already leaking from the anticipation.

Diane wrapped her hand around it, stroking slowly while maintaining eye contact.

"Two weeks," she said softly. "Two weeks of this and I still can’t get enough of you. That should concern more than it does."

"Are you concerned?"

"Not even a little." She released and stood up, turning around to show off her fat ass in the lace panties. "Unhook my bra."

I sat up and complied, watching the garnt fall away. She turned back to face , completely bare from the waist up, and the sight never got old.

Perfect breasts, full and soft, with pink nipples that hardened under my gaze.

"Better?" she asked.

"Much."

She hooked her thumbs in her panties and slid them down, stepping out of them with the grace of soone who knew exactly how good she looked naked.

Then she pushed back onto the bed and climbed on top again, positioning herself above .

"Ready?" she asked.

"Always."

She sank down onto in one smooth motion, taking fully inside. Her head fell back, a moan escaping her lips.

"God, yes."

This was the part where her control started to slip. Where the CEO facade cracked and sothing rawer erged.

I gripped her hips and thrust upward, making her gasp.

"Harder," she demanded.

I obliged, setting a rhythm that had her bouncing on my lap. Her breasts moved with each impact, and I reached up to squeeze them, rolling her nipples between my fingers.

"Lukas," she moaned. "Don’t stop."

I had no intention of stopping.

She rode for ten minutes, chasing her first orgasm with single-minded focus. When it hit, her inner walls clamped down on so hard I nearly lost it.

But I held on. Boundless Stamina was working overti, keeping in the ga even when my body wanted to finish.

She collapsed forward onto my chest, breathing hard.

"One," she panted. "That’s one."

"Six more to go."

"Seven. We agreed on seven."

I flipped us over, pinning her beneath . She looked up with dazed eyes and a satisfied smile.

"Your turn to be in charge?" she asked.

"My turn to make you scream."

I pulled out and thrust back in, harder than before. She cried out, her legs wrapping around my waist.

Round two ca faster than round one. I’d learned her body over the past two weeks, knew exactly where to touch and how hard to thrust to make her unravel.

When she ca the second ti, she scread my na loud enough that I worried Sloane might hear.

But she never did. Sloane’s room was far enough down the hall, and she always wore headphones when studying.

Still. The risk added sothing.

"Three more," I said against Diane’s ear. "Then we can rest."

"No rest," she gasped. "Seven rounds. You promised."

"I didn’t promise anything."

"You’re doing it anyway." Her nails dug into my back. "Faster."