NOVEL NEXT Chapter 125: Janet's Liberation Reward (R-18)
A slow, almost cruel smile spread across his lips.
"You want me to fuck you, Janet?" His voice was velvet wrapped in steel. "Say it."
She didn't hesitate.
"Please fuck me. Hard. Now."
With a growl, he closed the distance, his hands reaching for her hips, strong and unyielding. He pulled her up just enough so her feet were flat on the floor, then pressed her back against the cold tile wall.
Her breath hitched as his body pressed in, warmth and power colliding with her wet, trembling skin.
He hooked one hand under her thigh, lifting her effortlessly, and wrapped her legs around his waist.
The world shrank to the heat between them, the slick glide of his length aligning with her aching core.
Her legs were trembling like they'd been set loose from iron chains, muscles weak and shaking under his weight, but she clung to him anyway. Her hands gripped his shoulders so tight her nails bit into the taut skin, sending tiny shivers through both their bodies.
His fingers pressed into her hips—calloused, sure, and unforgiving—lifting her with effortless strength. The slight scrape of skin on skin when he pulled her up was a spark igniting a wildfire in her veins.
Janet's breath hitched, a shallow gasp that quivered on her lips as his cock pressed into her trembling core. The bathroom's cold tiles bit into her back, a sharp contrast to the searing fire crawling through her belly.
He hooked one leg around his waist tighter, pulling her deeper, hips flush, her bare pussy slick and sticky with her own desperation.
His length—hard, thick, impossibly perfect—pressed against her drenched folds. She could feel every ridge, every vein, every inch sliding slowly against her swollen, sensitive skin.
The first inch slipped inside, slow and deliberate, and she gasped—sharp and ragged, the sensation raw and overwhelming.
Her walls clenched instinctively, slick warmth flooding over him like a tidal wave, pulling him deeper.
He paused for a moment, letting her adjust while e adjusted his cock for her, feeling her tremble in his arms. Then, inch by inch, he pushed further, filling her completely until she was stretched perfectly around him—tight and wet, a living, pulsing cradle made just for him.
He was ripping her pussy apart liberating her from all those years... it felt so big inside her like she was losing her virginity for the second time. She felt like she was falling part.
Janet's hands slid from his shoulders down his back, feeling the heat radiate through his skin, the muscles rippling with every tiny movement.
He began to move.
Slow at first—each thrust a calculated strike, a fierce promise whispered between them. The wet, slick sound of their bodies joining echoed softly, punctuated by her sharp intake of breath and the occasional low growl rumbling from deep in his throat.
Her hips rocked in time, matching his pace as her body begged for more. The wet friction of his cock drenched with her slick juice as it moved in and out of her pussy was maddening—rough veined edges of his cock meeting soft wet pink curves, heat meeting heat, a storm of sensation that threatened to drown her.
Her nails dug into the firm planes of his shoulders, white-knuckled as she held on tight, trying to anchor herself through the waves crashing inside her.
His mouth found hers, crashing down with fierce hunger. Tongues tangled, breaths mingled—moans escaped her lips, wet and raw, vibrating through her chest.
The taste of him was intoxicating—salty, musky, utterly consuming.
He pulled back just enough to look into her eyes—dark pools of fire, rimmed with sweat and desire.
"Look at me," he growled.
She obeyed, heart hammering like his cock hammered in her pussy, so loud she thought he might hear it.
"That's my girl," he whispered, voice thick and possessive, his dick throbbed, she could feel how his veins throbbed in her pussy
His hips snapped forward with brutal precision, deeper and faster now.
The sudden movement sent shockwaves through her core, lighting every nerve on fire. Her breath hitched, then broke into a series of ragged gasps.
She arched against him, body trembling, sweat slicking her skin as the tension wound tighter and tighter inside her.
Her moans grew louder—raw, desperate, pure need spilled into the small room with every thrust.
"Fuck, Janet," he growled, voice thick with want. "You feel so fucking perfect."
She clung to him like he was her lifeline, fingers tangled in the hair at the back of his neck.
Her legs trembled violently, muscles quaking as the coil inside her tightened, ready to snap.
"Come for me," he commanded, voice a low rumble that vibrated through her chest. He hit her deep nerve while sucking of her tits. He groped her ass and started going fast creating the squashing sound of her pussy.
And then—
Her body shattered.
A wave of fire and heat crashed through her, rolling out in violent spasms that left her gasping and shaking.
Her nails dug into his skin, breath catching in ragged sobs as she screamed his name—broken and worshipful.
Eros held her through every shudder, every tremor, his own body moving steadily, relentlessly.
When the last shudder faded, he pulled her tight, forehead resting against hers, breath mingling in the heavy, sweaty air.
"You're mine," he said, voice soft but absolute. "Always."
Her nails clawed at his shoulders, desperate to hold onto something solid as the fire inside her spiraled out of control. Each thrust pushed deeper, stretching and filling her in ways she'd never thought possible.
"Fuck, Janet," Eros growled low, voice thick with raw hunger. "You're mine — all of you."
She bit her lip hard to keep from crying out, but a soft moan slipped free anyway. "Please… harder…" Her voice trembled, fragile and fierce all at once.
His hand slid down to cup her cheek, thumb brushing the damp skin. "Beg for it," he demanded, eyes darkening with need. "Tell me you want it."
She gasped, breath hitching. "I want it. Please… I need you moving inside me… harder, faster… don't stop…"
The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the small space, her wetness slick and hot against his skin. Her hips rolled into his, chasing the fire he stoked with every powerful thrust.
"Oh, god…" she whispered, voice breaking, "I'm… I'm so close again~ so fucking fast babe~ fuck my bored and old pussy harder babe…"
"Good," he rasped, pressing his forehead against hers, breathing her in like she was air itself. "Come for me, Janet. Let go. Come on a boy's cock half your age Janet. Come for Daddy..."
Her body tensed, trembling violently as waves of release crashed through her. Her moans turned to cries, raw and desperate, each one soaking into him like a sacred hymn.
"I'm yours…" she whimpered between gasps. "All yours…"
He held her tight, moving through the aftershocks with steady, relentless thrusts. The heat in his eyes promised there was nowhere else she belonged.
"You feel so fucking perfect, baby," he murmured against her lips, kissing her slow, tasting her tears. "This is just the beginning."
**
The moment she came undone beneath me, something inside me twisted sharp and fierce. It wasn't just the way her body trembled in my arms or the way her breath hitched like she'd been drowning and I'd just pulled her to the surface. It was something deeper—like I'd claimed a piece of her soul, and it burned bright against the darkness around us.
Her skin was slick and glowing under the harsh bathroom light, flushed with the heat of everything we'd just done. Her eyes—those wide, shimmering pools—were raw and wild, full of a desperation I'd never wanted to see but couldn't look away from.
She was mine. All of her. Every moan, every tremble, every whispered plea. And I wanted to own it all.
The way she clung to me, nails digging into my skin—it wasn't just need. It was surrender. Complete and utter surrender.
I tightened my grip on her ass as I moved faster in her pussy... gods it was so tight that she made me want to come as she clenched me deep in her, feeling the steady pulse of her heartbeat under my palm and her pulsing pussy getting ruined by me. I was a storm, and she was the lightning—beautiful, dangerous, and impossible to hold back.
When I pulled her close, forehead against hers, I could taste the salt of her tears on my lips. She was worship, she was fire, and damn if I wasn't hooked.
"This is just the beginning," I told her, voice low and rough. "You're mine, Janet. Always."
And deep down, I knew she wanted to hear it, to feel it, to live it.
Because this wasn't just a moment.
It wasn't a claim for me. A promise. A war neither of us would ever walk away from.
[DING! Sexual Encounter Completed]
[Target: Janet]
[Location: Public Bathroom Stall - HIGH RISK BONUS ACTIVE]
SP Breakdown:
Voice-Only Seduction (Through Stall): 200 SP
Guided Masturbation Commands: 230 SP
Verbal Domination/Control: 300 SP
Public Risk Play (Bathroom Stall): 400 SP
Oral Sex (Given): 250 SP
Vaginal Sex (Standing Position): 300 SP
Multiple Orgasms (Janet): 100 SP]
[Complete Submission Achievement: 400 SP
Begging/Worship Dynamic: 450 SP]
[Special Bonuses:
"Through the Wall" Seduction: +200 SP
"Public Corruption": +300 SP
"Voice-Only Climax": +250 SP
"Bathroom Domination": +200 SP
"Instant Devotion" Unlocked: +150 SP
Total Earned: 3730 SP]