Chapter 66: The Morning After… and Her Jealous Heat

Chapter 66: The Morning After… and Her Jealous Heat

He didn't sleep.

Even after Rika had curled into his chest, her bare body pressed tight against him, her thighs trembling from what they'd shared… he'd stared at the ceiling.

Eyes wide. Mind reeling.

The feel of her. The sound of her breathy moans still echoing in his ears. The way she'd whispered "I want more than just tonight" with that shy, broken smile.

It was supposed to be simple.

It wasn't anymore.

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By the time he slipped back into his apartment, the sky had turned golden-orange. His shirt was still unbuttoned. His neck still smelled of Rika's lavender perfume.

He didn't notice the other presence until he shut the door.

"Mina?"

She was sitting on his couch. Legs crossed. Tight crop top. Loose shorts. Barefoot. And pissed.

She didn't even look at him. Just sipped from a half-empty water bottle like she owned the place.

"How was it?" she asked flatly.

His heart dropped.

"…What?"

"Don't play dumb. You didn't sleep here last night." Her gaze turned to him—sharp, narrowed. "And you smell like you just had your dick swallowed."

He flinched.

Mina stood, walking toward him slowly, hips swaying with silent fire.

"I don't care who it was," she said, stopping just inches from him. "But you've been ignoring me for weeks. Letting other girls get ahead while I've been patient."

Her hand slid down his chest.

"I'm done being patient."

She kissed him.

Not gentle. Not slow. Her tongue was already in his mouth before he could breathe. Her body slammed against his, her nails digging into his shoulders. She grabbed his shirt and ripped it open — buttons flying.

He gasped as her hand gripped his cock through his pants — already hard from her aggression.

"You gave it to her raw, didn't you?" she whispered against his ear. "I bet you pounded her until she couldn't walk."

"Mina—"

"I'm next," she growled. "Right now. And you're going to fuck me like you owe me."

She shoved him back onto the couch, climbing over him, straddling his lap.

Her top was off in seconds — her bare breasts bouncing free, nipples hard and already aching to be touched. She took his hand and placed it on them.

"Touch me."

He did.

Soft squeezes. Fingers rolling over her nipples, flicking, pinching — until she gasped, grinding against his bulge.

Then her hands were on his zipper — undoing it with shaking fingers, eyes burning with desire and fury.

She pulled his cock out.

Thick. Hard. Still slightly slick from last night.

"Still tastes like her," Mina smirked, licking the tip slowly. "Let's fix that."

She kissed it.

Then licked it.

Then took the whole thing into her mouth — deeper than he expected, her throat tightening around him as her tongue worked the shaft.

She gagged slightly — but didn't stop. Her moans vibrated around him. Her fingers stroked what didn't fit in her mouth. And her eyes stayed locked on his, challenging him to look away.

He couldn't.

"Mina… fuck…" he moaned, hips bucking.

She pulled back, licking the spit off her lips.

"I'm not letting you cum yet," she said. "Not until I'm riding it raw."

She stood, pulled off her shorts — no panties underneath.

Her pussy was dripping. Shaved. Pink. Glimmering with arousal.

She climbed onto him again, straddling his lap.

"No condoms," she said. "Not tonight. Not ever again. I want to feel you. All of you."

He hesitated — but she was already guiding him in.

The tip slid against her folds… then pushed inside.

They both gasped.

She was tight. Wet. Hot.

Her walls clenched around him as she sank down slowly, inch by inch, until he was buried deep inside her.

Her head fell back. A long moan escaped her throat.

"Oh my god… finally…"

She began to ride him.

Slow at first — grinding in circles, letting him feel her fully. Then bouncing faster, harder, slapping skin against skin, her breasts shaking with each motion.

His hands gripped her hips. Thrusting up to meet her.

"Mina… you're so tight…"

She leaned forward, whispering against his lips, "I dreamed of this. Every night. While you were out there, fucking others."

She bit his neck. Then slammed down harder.

"You're mine now."

Her moans turned wild. Desperate. Her pussy tightened.

"I'm close—!" she gasped. "Cum with me… inside me…"

He couldn't stop.

He grabbed her waist and began thrusting up into her — deep, rough, raw — until her whole body trembled.

She screamed.

He groaned.

They came together — her pussy tightening as he exploded inside her, hot seed flooding her walls.

She collapsed onto his chest, panting, legs trembling.

Minutes passed.

Still wrapped around him, she whispered, "Now you know. I won't be second to anyone."

He kissed her shoulder, still buried inside her, still pulsing.

And deep down, he knew:

This was only the beginning.

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