Chapter 17 - Date final~❤️

Soren moved Itsuka pushing her face into the ground as he admired the view of her round, firm ass presented to him. He kneaded the soft flesh, his fingers digging into her muscles as he massaged her deeply.

"Fuck,you have a perfect ass," hegrowled, his voice low and husky with desire.He spread her cheeks apart, revealing her glistening pussy and tight, puckered hole. Itsuka shuddered beneath him, her hips wiggling invitingly.

"You like that, don't you?" Soren teased, his thumb brushing lightly over her entrance.

"You like being on display for me, all open and vulnerable."Itsuka moaned into the floor, her face flushed with embarrassment and arousal. Soren chuckled darkly, his breath hot against her skin as he leaned down to whisper in her ear.

"I want to hear you beg for it," Soren demanded, his voice a low, commanding growl.

"I want to hear you scream my name as I fuck you senseless."He punctuated his words with a sharp slap to her ass, the sound echoing through the room.Itsuka gasped, her hips jerking forward at the sudden contact.

"Beg for it, Itsuka," he ordered, his fingers digging into the reddened flesh.

"Beg for my cock."Itsuka hesitated for a moment, her pride warring with her desperate need. But the ache between her legs was too much to ignore, and she found herself whispering.

"Please, Soren... I need you."Soren smirked, his hand coming down on her ass again, harder this time.

"Louder," he insisted.

"I want the whole damn house to hear you."

Itsuka took a deep breath, steeling herself before screaming.

"Please, Soren! I need your cock! Fuck me, please!"Her voice echoed off the walls, raw and desperate. Soren's eyes darkened with lust, his grip on her hips tightening as he positioned himself at her entrance.

"Good girl," he praised, his voice a low rumble.

"Now scream my name."With a single, powerful thrust, he buried himself balls-deep inside her, stretching her walls around his thick length. Itsuka cried out, her back arching as she was filled completely.

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"Soren!" she screamed, her fingers clawing at the ground.

"Oh god, Soren!" Soren set a brutal pace, his hips slamming against her ass with each thrust.The sound of flesh hitting flesh filled the room, mingling with Itsuka's cries and Soren's grunts of pleasure.

"Fuck, Itsuka... you're so tight,"Soren grunted, his hips snapping forward as he buried himself balls-deep inside her.

"I'm gonna fill this little pussy up so good."

Itsuka moaned loudly, her back arching off the ground as she felt Soren's thick length stretching her wide.

"Yes, Soren! Give it to me hard!" she cried out, wrapping her legs around his waist and pulling him even deeper.Soren obliged, his pace becoming relentless as he pounded into her, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room.

"You like that, you little slut? You like feeling my cock splitting you open?"

"Mmmm, yes!I love it!" Itsuka panted, her nails digging into Soren's back as she met his thrusts eagerly.

"Harder, Soren! Fuck me harder!"

Soren's hand came down on Itsuka's ass with a sharp crack, the sound echoing through the room.

"Fucking slut," he growled, his hips never faltering in their brutal pace.

"Taking my cock like a whore."He slapped her again, harder this time, leaving a red handprint on her skin.

"You love this, don't you? Being used like a cheap fuck toy?" Itsuka moaned loudly, her pussy clamping down around Soren's length at the degrading words.

"Yes!" she screamed, her head thrashing from side to side.

"I'm your fucking slut, Soren! Use me!"Soren snarled, his fingers digging into her hips hard enough to bruise as he slammed into her.

"That's right, you're nothing but a hole for me to fuck."He punctuated his words with another slap, his palm stinging from the force.

Soren's thrusts became erratic, his hips jerking forward as he chased his release.

"Fuck, I'm gonna come," hegrunted, his voice strained with effort. Itsuka clenched her inner muscles around him, urging him on.

"Come inside me, Soren!"she cried out, her own orgasm building rapidly.

"Fill me up!" With a final, brutal thrust, Soren buried himself deep inside Itsuka, his cock pulsing as he spilled his hot seed into her waiting pussy. Itsuka screamed, her body convulsing as she came undone, her walls milking Soren for every last drop.

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Soren pulled out slowly, his softened cock slipping from Itsuka's well-used hole. Aflood of his semen followed, leaking out of her and dripping down her thighs. Itsuka shuddered, her body still twitching with the aftershocks of her intense orgasm.

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But before she could catch her breath, Soren flipped her onto her back, looming over her with a wicked grin.

"I'm not done with you yet, sweetheart," he whispered, his voice low and menacing. His hand slid between her legs, collecting the mixture of their juices before bringing his fingers to her lips.

"Clean them off," he ordered, pressing his digits against her mouth. Itsuka hesitated for a moment before obediently sucking his fingers clean, her tongue swirling around each digit. Soren's eyes darkened with renewed lust as he watched her, his cock already beginning to stir once more.

"Good girl," he murmured, pulling his fingers from her mouth and trailing them down her neck.

"You're going to stay right here and take my cock until you can't move anymore." Soren growled, his eyes glinting with a fierce intensity. Itsuka's heart raced at his words, a mix of exhaustion and anticipation coursing through her veins. Soren kept his promise, fucking her relentlessly for hours on end.

The room filled with the sounds of their moans, the slap of skin against skin, and the creaking of the bed frame as Soren pounded into her mercilessly. He took her in every position imaginable, his hands gripping her hips, her thighs, her breasts, leaving bruises in their wake.

Itsuka lost track of time, her world narrowing to the feel of Soren's cock stretching her, filling her, dominating her completely. She came again and again, her screams hoarse and her body shaking with exhaustion. And still, Soren didn't stop.

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The lounge was bathed in warm golden light, its atmosphere a perfect blend of luxury and intimacy. The soft hum of jazz played in the background, mingling with the quiet chatter of high-end patrons.

At a secluded corner table, Camie Utsushimi leaned forward, her manicured fingers toying with the rim of her cocktail glass as she flashed Soren a playful grin.

"Liiiike, Soren-bae~! This lounge is suuper classy! Did ya pick it just to impress me?"

Soren smirked, resting his chin on his hand.

"Maybe."

She giggled, winking at him. "Flatterer~! You so totally did."

Reaching into her purse, she pulled out her phone and angled it just right to capture the perfect selfie. The ambient lighting made her skin glow as she threw up a playful peace sign, her lips pursed in a slight pout.

"Ooooh, my followers are gonna freak when they see this! #DateNightWithBae~!" she sang, rapidly tapping her screen.

Soren chuckled, watching as she effortlessly typed out a caption with lightning speed.

"You love showing off, don't you?"

Camie gasped dramatically, pressing a hand to her chest.

"Well, duh~! I gotta let all those thirsty girls out there know that you're mine, y'know?"

Her arms looped around his neck in an instant, her sultry perfume filling his senses as she leaned in close. The playful sparkle in her eyes darkened into something more dangerous, more possessive.

"Buuut," she whispered, her voice dripping with honey.

"between us… I don't need followers to know. As long as you do, that's all that matters~."

Soren smirked, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her even closer.

"I'm starting to think you just like staking your claim."

Camie giggled, tracing a finger down his chest.

"Guilty as charged~! But, like, can you blame me? My bae is super delish."

The waiter arrived just in time, clearing his throat awkwardly as he set down their drinks. Camie barely spared him a glance before sliding her cocktail over to Soren.

"Try it, babe~! It's got that sweet but kinda punchy flavor you like."

Soren took a sip, nodding in approval. "Not bad."

Camie beamed, clapping her hands together.

"Ehehe~! I knew you'd like it! I totally get your taste~."

As the evening went on, Camie continued snapping pictures, narrating their date in her signature bubbly style. But between the playful banter and flirtatious teasing, there were moments—small, fleeting moments—where her eyes softened, where she dropped the social media persona and simply looked at him.

Like now.

As she stirred the ice in her glass, she met his gaze, a rare sincerity creeping into her voice.

"Hey, Soren?"

"Hm?"

She rested her chin in her palm, studying him with a knowing smile.

"You're, like, crazy strong, super cool, and totally out of this world amazing… but, y'know, you don't have to do everything alone."

Soren raised a brow. "Oh?"

Camie reached across the table, her fingers brushing his.

"I mean it. Whatever's goin' on in that big-brained head of yours? I wanna be part of it. No matter what it is."

Her gaze was unwavering, her usual airy tone replaced with something firmer. More determined.

Soren's smirk widened slightly, his fingers closing around hers.

"I'll keep that in mind."

Camie's playful demeanor returned in an instant as she leaned forward with a sly grin.

"Good~! Now, back to important things—like how I'm gonna make the whole world jealous of our perfect couple aesthetic~!"

Soren chuckled, clinking his glass against hers.

"You're impossible."

She winked. "Ehehe~! And you love it~!"

And as she took another selfie, making sure Soren was in the frame this time, the night carried on in a flurry of laughter, flirtation, and whispered promises meant only for the two of them.