CHAPTER 830: CHAPTER 128 - ROSE AND IRENE (7)

I kept thrusting inside Irene, my hips moving on their own, driven by the raw heat that kept building with every push and pull. Her body was fucking perfect. It was exquisite in every sense. Every curve of her figure screamed lewdness, shaped into a flawless hourglass that almost seemed crafted to tempt a man into losing control.

Even if I had wanted to stop, I honestly couldn’t. Not when she felt this damn good squeezing around my cock. Each thrust made my muscles tense and burn, pleasure spiking through me like small jolts of lightning.

I moved in and out of her again and again, breathing hard as Rose leaned closer, her lips claiming Irene’s mouth in a deep, messy kiss.

The heat and wetness of Irene’s pussy wrapped around me felt unreal. Her insides were soft, clinging, and elastic enough to pull a low groan from my throat. It was the kind of feeling that made me bite down on my lip to keep from cumming too soon.

The wet sounds of my cock sliding in and out of her mixed with the muffled gasps Irene made, all swallowed up by Rose’s hungry mouth. Rose wasn’t gentle about it, either with her tongue pushing deeper, swirling and tangling with Irene’s, almost devouring her.

Irene tried to moan, but nothing came out except faint whimpers. Rose just wouldn’t let her catch her breath, forcing her tongue deeper and deeper, until Irene’s head lolled slightly from the dizziness.

Watching Irene’s expression change under all that was fucking incredible. Her eyes glazed over, cheeks flushed so red they looked feverish, lips shiny with spit and trembling. The sight alone sent another spike of heat straight to my cock, making it throb inside her.

The chance to have a threesome like this, with both of them right here... fuck, there was no way in hell I could let it slip away.

I slammed my hips forward harder, each thrust making Irene’s body jolt slightly, the soft flesh of her ass rippling from the impact. Her mind was already drowning in the pleasure, completely taken over by it.

The way her pussy squeezed around me was too much—it felt so hot and wet and tight I could barely keep my rhythm steady. It was like her body was begging me to keep going.

I clamped my hands around her hips, my fingers digging into the softness there until her skin turned white around my knuckles.

"Nghh... ah, ah... nnnnhghghhh~ W-Wait, Rose...! W-Wait...!" Irene’s voice cracked, desperation mixing with lust.

But Rose ignored her completely, pressing even closer, her tongue flicking and curling until Irene could barely think.

Then, I felt it—Irene’s pussy suddenly tightening with it clamping down around me so hard it almost knocked the breath out of my chest.

Holding back after that felt impossible—stupid, even.

And really, why should I? Everything about her body was telling me to cum.

So I stopped fighting it.

I grabbed her ass tighter, pulled her hips against me, and let the orgasm hit.

"Fuahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...!"

Irene finally tore her mouth away from Rose, head snapping back as she cried out loud, back arching so high it looked painful.

Her pupils turned into little hearts, her eyes rolling up slightly from how hard she came, and the look on her face—debauched, raw and completely lost in pleasure—almost pushed me over the edge again.

I filled her pussy with my cum, thick ropes shooting deep inside, my hands still gripping her hips so hard I could feel her pulse under my palms.

She shook and trembled, convulsing as the pleasure ripped through her, until finally, her body slumped forward, collapsing against the couch cushions.

"Haa... ha..." Irene’s chest heaved, sweat dripping from her chin, every breath ragged like she’d been running until her lungs burned.

Rose stepped back slightly, standing over us, her eyes heavy-lidded and glittering with something dark.

"Fufufufu... She’s really knocked out, Leon. You really are such a good fucker, aren’t you?"

"Wow, your language is kinda bold today, Rose. Did you eat something weird?" I shot back, still panting from the rush.

"Why do you think that?" she asked, her tone teasing, voice low and soft.

"More importantly, I didn’t expect you’d kiss Irene like that," I said, still trying to catch my breath. "I thought you’d be like her—hating it when I fuck someone else. Guess I was wrong."

"Well, it’s not like I hate it," Rose admitted, her gaze flickering down to Irene. "It’s just... I wasn’t sure if I’d feel jealous if I did it together with someone." She paused, biting her lip. "But when I kissed her... she looked so lewd, I couldn’t stop myself. And seeing you fucking her... it confirmed something. I was jealous of you fucking somebody else. So..."

"So...?" I pressed, voice rough.

She stepped closer, unbuttoning her clothes slowly as she walked around to stand in front of me, her fingers shaking only slightly.

Then, she pushed me gently until I fell back onto the couch, my legs spread slightly.

"I want you to make up for it... by fucking me," she said, pulling her top off her shoulders and letting it fall in a silent heap.

Rose’s body came into view.

It was strong but still graceful, lines of toned muscle running under soft skin, paired with that perfect, regal hourglass shape that could make any man’s mouth go dry.

It was impossible not to stare.

"If you fuck me as hard as Irene... no, even harder... maybe then this jealousy will go away," she said, voice trembling even though her eyes were locked on mine.

She slid her pants down slowly, stepping out of them, now completely bare before me.

Her pussy was already dripping wet, slickness running down her inner thighs and leaving faint trails that glistened under the dim light, pooling slightly on the floor.

Then, she straddled me, pressing her warm thighs against my sides.

"Because if you fuck me even harder... maybe I’ll be the one you want to fuck the most, right?" she whispered, her words dirty yet soft.

She reached down, grabbing my cock with it still rock hard, glistening with Irene’s juices—and slowly rubbed the tip against her entrance, her hand moving deliberately, smearing herself against me until my dick felt burning hot.

I couldn’t help but grin at her, breath heavy.

With a small, breathy moan, she angled my cock and sank down onto it, her pussy swallowing me inch by inch, until I was buried deep inside her heat.