Divine Milking System

Chapter 420: 420 | Excellent Fucking Taste

I released her hair and grabbed both hips again.

My thrusts became faster. Harder. Less controlled. The desk creaked beneath us, solid oak groaning in protest at the force we were generating. Addison’s screams became constant, a continuous soundtrack of pleasure that rose and fell without ever quite stopping.

"I’m going to." She gasped. Shuddered. Her entire body tensed around me. "Fuck. I’m going to. I can’t. Oh god. Oh god oh god oh god."

She came.

I felt it happen. Felt her body clamp down around me like a vice. Felt the tremors racing through her muscles. Felt the wetness that flooded between us, coating my thighs, dripping onto the floor below.

I didn’t slow down.

Addison’s first orgasm rolled directly into a second buildup. Her body hadn’t even finished spasming before the tension started rising again, climbing toward another peak that would be even higher than the first.

"I can’t." She shook her head. Her voice came out wrecked. "I can’t again. It’s too much. You’re going to break me."

"Good."

My thumb found the tight ring of muscle above where we were joined. I didn’t push inside. Just pressed. Just let her feel the pressure. Just reminded her that there were places I hadn’t claimed yet and every single one of them was available if I chose to take them.

She made a sound like she was dying.

"That’s." She gasped. Shuddered. "That’s not fair. That’s so. Oh fuck. That’s so not fair."

"Life’s not fair." I thrust harder. Pressed firmer. "I learned that when I got transmigrated into a fat body with a death timer."

She laughed. Actually laughed. Even while I was buried inside her and my thumb was threatening to claim new territory and her second orgasm was building like a storm on the horizon.

"You’re insane." She managed to turn her head enough to look at me over her shoulder. Those violet eyes were glassy. Unfocused. Perfect. "You’re completely fucking insane and I love it."

"Tell me something I don’t know."

I changed my angle.

Hit the spot that made her back arch and her toes curl and her screams jump three octaves in the space of a single heartbeat. Her walls fluttered around me, warning signals of an approaching orgasm that was going to be even more intense than the first.

"Come for me." I commanded. "Come for me right now, Addison. Show me what you sound like when you completely lose control."

She obeyed.

Her second orgasm wasn’t like the first. The first had been a wave. This was a tsunami. Her entire body locked up, every muscle going rigid at once, and the sound that came from her throat wasn’t human. It was animal. Primal. The kind of noise that people make when pleasure crosses the threshold into something that’s almost indistinguishable from pain.

Two down.

She collapsed against the desk. Her body went limp beneath me, all the tension draining out at once, leaving her as a boneless puddle of satisfied woman draped across solid oak.

"I can’t." Her voice was barely a whisper. "I can’t do another one. That’s it. I’m done. You win."

"We’re not done until I say we’re done."

I pulled out of her.

Flipped her over.

The motion was sudden enough that she yelped in surprise. Her back hit the desk’s surface and her legs fell open on either side of my hips. The new position let me see her face. The ruined makeup. The tear tracks. The expression of complete surrender that she’d never show to anyone else as long as she lived.

I pushed back inside.

The angle was different now. Deeper. The position let me lean down and capture her mouth while I moved, swallowing her moans, tasting her desperation, feeling her fingers dig into my shoulders hard enough to draw blood.

"One more." I spoke against her lips. "Give me one more and I’ll let you rest."

"I can’t."

"You can."

"I fucking can’t."

"You’re Addison Baxter." I thrust harder. Deeper. Faster. "You’ve got an A-rank ability and a mouth that could strip paint off walls. You’re telling me you can’t handle one more orgasm? That’s pathetic."

Her eyes flashed.

There she was. My goth berserker. My foul-mouthed death goddess. Pushed past exhaustion into anger, and anger was a fuel that could burn forever if you knew how to stoke it.

"Fuck you." She wrapped her legs around my waist and pulled me deeper. "Fuck you, Monroe. I’ll show you pathetic."

She started moving.

Not just receiving. Participating. Her hips rose to meet mine, her body working in concert with my thrusts, doubling the force and friction and intensity. The desk scraped across the floor with every impact. The fluorescent lights flickered overhead like even the Private Sanctum was struggling to maintain coherence.

"That’s it." I grunted. "There’s my bad girl."

She bit my shoulder.

Hard this time. Hard enough to break skin. Hard enough that blood welled up around her teeth and copper mixed with the taste of her lipstick on my tongue.

I didn’t stop.

Couldn’t stop.

Her third orgasm hit us both like a freight train.

She screamed my name. Not Monroe. Jace. The sound of my actual name in her mouth while she shattered around me was enough to push me over the edge too. I buried myself as deep as I could go and let go of everything I’d been holding back.

Addison lay beneath me on the desk, chest heaving, eyes closed, a smile spreading across her ruined makeup that made her look younger than I’d ever seen her.

"Holy shit." She laughed breathlessly. "Holy actual fucking shit."

I collapsed beside her on the desk. There wasn’t really room for both of us but neither of us cared enough to move.

"So." I managed between gasps for air. "Did you learn anything, Ms. Baxter?"

She turned her head to look at me. Those violet eyes were soft in a way I’d never seen them before. Satisfied. Happy. Complete.

"Yeah." She reached over and traced a finger down my chest, through the sweat and blood and other fluids that covered both of us. "I learned that Aurora has excellent fucking taste in men."

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