Reincarnated With The Degenerate System

Chapter 264: Invader Part 4

"You’re really good at this, Mily. Bet you’ve sucked a lot of guys to get to this level."For a fleeting second, her eyes flicked up to meet mine, a flash of irritation cutting through her before it vanished.

Then, just as quickly, she returned to blowing me off.

"I see," I chuckled, tightening my grip in her hair just enough to make a point. "Not much of a talker when your mouth’s full, huh?"

I leaned my head back, a grin spreading across my face. I was playing the part of the asshole, and she was playing the whore.

Except, this wasn’t much of a roleplay for either of us, was it?

This was nothing, really. I’d done far worse.

That’s the thing about guys like me. We commit so many atrocities that one more barely registers on the scale.

Each new act of depravity doesn’t build on the last; it just confirms the foundation.

I watched her head bob, her cheeks hollowing with each pull. Her other hand came up to gently cup my balls, her fingers massaging it like a professional masseur.

"Look at me," I ordered.

Her eyes met mine. They were tearing up a beat, unfocused, but she held the connection.

I fisted my hand in her hair, not to guide her, but to feel the control, to feel her scalp against my palm.

I began to thrust, shallowly at first, testing her limits. She didn’t gag, didn’t flinch. She just adjusted her angle, her throat relaxing to accommodate me.

"That’s it... don’t break eye contact. I want to see your slutty face. Now, stick your tongue out further."

I felt the tight clench of her throat as I hit the back of it. A single tear traced a path through the light dusting of makeup on her cheek, but she made no sound of protest.

She was living here for this exact purpose. The thought was electric. I pulled back, giving her a moment to breathe, a string of saliva connecting us before it broke.

"Get on your hands and knees," I commanded, stepping back and kicking my pants away.

She moved without hesitation, turning on the bed and presenting herself to me.

Her top was still bunched around her waist, her skirt riding high on her thighs.

She reached back with both hands, spreading herself open. It was an invitation devoid of passion, a purely instinctive display of availability.

"How much?" I asked, my voice dripping as I ran a finger along her soaking wet folds. "How much did the last man pay for this?"

She didn’t turn around. Her voice was muffled by the pillow. "Whatever he thought I was worth."

I chuckled, a low, cruel sound. "Well, let’s see if you’re worth this."

I positioned myself behind her, not entering her just yet, but rubbing the head of my c*ck against her entrance, coating myself in her wetness. "Tell me what you want."

"I want you to fuck me," she recited, the words flat and empty. "I want you to use my p*ssy until you’re satisfied."

"That’s what I like to hear. A girl who knows her place."

With one thrust, I buried myself inside her. She was loose, and so wet there was almost no resistance.

Good thing my manhood was blessed. Otherwise, I would be complaining already and asking for a refund.

Ah, wait. I didn’t pay yet.

I groaned at the feeling of her walls clamping. I set a punishing pace, my hips slapping against her juicy ass with each forceful drive.

Slap!

A red handprint bloomed instantly on her pale skin, and I felt her p*ssy clenched my c*ck tighter.

"That’s more like it."

Slap!

I hit her again, on the other cheek, watching the matching mark appear.

This time, she was ready for it, bracing herself, but her body still betrayed her.

Slap!

Again. And again. I fell into a super fast pace, the sound of my hand meeting her flesh punctuating the wet, sucking sounds of her slit.

Each impact made her clench, a delicious, milking sensation that was driving me wild.

"Let’s make it more exciting."

I pulled her up, my c*ck slipping from her slit with a wet pop, and maneuvered her to face me.

No need for words. I simply lowered my head to her breast, my lips closing around the nipple.

I suckled gently at first. Then I increased the pressure, my tongue swirling. I felt it flooding my mouth as the sweet, thin milk began to flow.

Next, I lifted my head slightly, my lips still connected to her, and let the stream escape.

It trickled down the curve of her breast, a pale, milky river tracing a path over her skin

The sight of her, marked and stained, sent a fresh hunger through me. I needed more. I needed to be inside her again, to claim her completely.

Grabbing her legs, I pushed them up and back, folding her nearly in half until her knees were pressed against the mattress on either side of her head.

The position left her utterly exposed, her slit spread wide open. It was a perfect, unobstructed view.

"Don’t worry. You’ll feel really good later."

I positioned myself over her, my c*ck nudging against her entrance.

With one deep thrust, I pushed until I met resistance.

"Wait! Please... be gentle," she gasped out, her hands pushing weakly against my chest. "You’re too deep!"

I let out a harsh laugh, not breaking my momentum.

"Gentle?" I sneered, "You have no right to plead. Not with a cunt this used."

I could feel my orgasm building, so I pulled out abruptly, leaving her empty and panting.

"Open your mouth." I snapped.

She complied. Her face was flushed, her slit swollen.

I climbed onto the bed, straddling her chest. I took my c*ck, slick with her juices, and slapped it against her cheek.

"Clean it again," I demanded.

She opened her mouth, and this time, I didn’t hold back. I fucked her face with harder intensity. Her hands came up to brace against my thighs.

"Swallow," I growled, as the first spurt of my release hit the back of her throat.

I held her head in place as I emptied myself into her mouth.

She choked slightly but endured.

When I was finished, I pulled out, wiping my c*ck across her lips one last time before moving off her.

She ran a hand through her messy hair and looked at me with an indifferent expression.

"Will that be all, Mr. Leon? Did you have your fun?" she asked, her voice once again polite and detached.

Seeing her like this made me feel guilty. A guilt so "massive," it could fill a field... for ants, that is.

"You can go now. I’ll call you again if I need your service."