Free Web NovelChapter 40: Make out with muscle mommy (2)
Emma looked at him, just staring at her like a frozen statue, and her face flushed even deeper.
"Say something, you idiot!" she snapped, her voice nervous.
Eren slowly dragged his eyes up from the breathtaking view of her hot, toned body, locking his blue eyes onto her insecure storm-grey ones.
"I’m not being silent because I’m disappointed, Emma. I was honestly just wondering why I never picked up sculpting as a hobby. Because the absolute masterpiece standing right in front of me deserves to be carved into marble for the world to worship."
Emma bit her lip, her grip on her own arms tightening slightly. "Don’t use those buttery words on me. I know you tell that to other girls too."
Eren’s lips curled into a smug smirk as he tilted his head. "Yeah, maybe I do. But... am I lying?"
Emma opened her mouth to retort, but his eyes cut her off entirely. She couldn’t deny it. His gaze was literal proof that he was completely captivated by her muscle mommy body.
A sultry spark suddenly replaced the vulnerability in her grey eyes. "You really are an insufferable menace, Eren. You deserve to be severely punished for all the chaotic things you’ve put me through."
She stepped closer until her knees brushed against his. "But since you’re technically still bedridden and wrapped up, I suppose I’ll have to take full control of you."
The terrifying Knight sank to her knees right between his thighs and reached for the button of his trousers, pulling it down. The jailed, heavily throbbing cock practically sprang free to her face as it was finally released. It pulsed excitedly at the glorious sight of her.
Emma’s breath hitched, gently wrapping her rough hand around the rigid manhood, her thumb stroking the tip. Her skin instantly sensed the thick, throbbing veins vibrating beneath her touch.
"You know... when I heard those two girls complaining about your absurd size each time, I thought they were exaggerating," she whispered, her eyes darkened with hungry curiosity as she squeezed him. "But I suppose a man needs to be packing at least this much firepower if he plans to survive a Swordmaster."
Before Eren could voice his absolute agreement, Emma stood up, her long, muscular legs straddling his lap once more. She rested her center right against his rock-hard, slowly began to rub her underwear against him, teasing his cock.
It was the ultimate payback for how ruthlessly he had devoured her.
"Hey...that’s cheating," he groaned, the torturous friction making his mind go crazy. He couldn’t wait a single second longer.
He instantly unbuckled the clasp of her bra, tossing the barrier completely out of the equation. As her beautifully firm, compact breasts spilled free, Eren leaned his head straight forward, burying his face directly into the warm, fragrant valley of her cleavage.
Emma’s hands instantly weaving through his dark hair to hold his head securely against her chest. "What’s the matter, Young Master? Are you suddenly starving?"
"Starving doesn’t even begin to cover it," Eren muffled against her skin.
He slid his mouth sideways, eagerly capturing one of her firm, brown peaks, sucking it deep into his mouth in degenerate hunger.
Soon after, her lace panties found their way to the ground, leaving the two of them entirely devoid of filters. The tip of his cock was now practically rubbing against her incredibly wet pussy of the fearsome tomboy.
Emma suddenly froze in hesitation. She looked down at the massive firepower resting at her entrance, genuinely wondering if her virgin pussy could actually handle the absolute scale of his deployment.
"What’s wrong, Emma? Is the fearless captain suddenly afraid of a little thing?"
"Shut up, you idiot," she snapped breathlessly, her pride instantly flaring up to meet the challenge.
She slowly lowered her hips, and the moment his veiny monster forced its way past her threshold, her incredibly warm, tight walls instantly enveloped him like a vice grip.
A gasp caught in her throat as his massive girth forcefully expanded her untouched insides. She squealed.
"Ah—!"
But Eren covered her mouth with his own, drowning her cry in a deep, profoundly reassuring kiss.
Her heart was pulsing, her thighs trembling against him. Yet his surprisingly gentle and grounding warmth of his lips allowed her to tolerate the initial sting of the foreign intrusion. He firmly gripped her rounded hips and gave a controlled, slow upward push, entirely sinking the remaining half of his length deep inside her until their pelvises crashed together.
"Mmh...!" Emma whimpered against his lips as she took the entire, massive payload all the way to her core.
After a few moments of remaining still to let her internals adapt, Eren finally pulled his face back. He looked up at her flushed, sweaty face and her beautifully watery, blinking grey eyes, his expression softening into a proud smirk.
"Congratulations on officially entering womanhood, Captain."
A breathtaking, incredible smile finally broke across Emma’s face. Wrapping her toned arms tightly around his neck, she buried her face in his shoulder. She began to slowly, experimentally lift her hips, initiating a deep, rhythmic movement that sent a wave of absolute, mutual bliss straight through their souls.
For the next ten minutes, it was only a symphony of breathy gasps, sounds of bare skin slapping against skin, and the creaking protests of the wooden chair groaning under their combined physical output.
Slap. Slap. Slap.
The momentum was relentless. Emma threw her head back, her pink ponytail swaying wildly as her storm-grey eyes rolled back in pure, unadulterated ecstasy as she moaned loudly.
"Ah—Eren! This is... it’s too damn good! I need more... give me more~! I’ve been... ever since that day, I’ve been using my own fingers every single day trying to replicate it! But it never—I could never match the pleasure you gave me with your tongue! And now... this... your cock is giving me so much more!"
Eren looked up at her as he watched the spectacle unfold. This was the same terrifying warrior who made every soldier tremble with a single glare. Yet right now, she was completely vulnerable, stripped down to her rawest instincts, acting like a complete woman who had finally unlocked the ultimate secrets of physical ecstasy.
"Fuck..." Eren groaned deeply, his own senses redlining as her incredibly tight, muscular walls violently clamped down around his length with every single downward stroke. ’I’m really in the premium-tier afterlife right now! Because getting absolutely demolished by a muscle mommy is peak story progression.’
He could feel his own stamina bar draining rapidly under her intense, athletic pacing. The suffocating tightness of her virgin body combined with her monstrous endurance sports was pushing him straight toward his limit.
Realizing he couldn’t keep up the passive defense strategy for much longer, Eren was ready to move to phase two.
