Smiling at the dirty sound, he begins to thrust his fingers steadily into you as you unconsciously start grinding hard against his palm.
"You're a damn spoiled brat." His intense gaze sears into yours as he continues to pleasure you, his ministrations slow and teasing. "Didn't know that you were a needy bitch who couldn't wait an extra minute."
When Nanami adds a third finger in, the sensation of being stuffed makes you yank on his blond hair, encouraging him to hold you even closer to his face, to go a little faster with his hands.
"C'mon, what do you have to say?" he asks, thumb reaching for your clit but scolding you as though you were as young as Haru. "What do you say when a bad girl like you did something wrong?"
"I—"
Any and all sounds, though, are replaced by your solo opera of soprano squeals and whimpers.
It's really hard to mumble anything that's near half-coherent when this god in front of you is knuckle deep inside, playing you as though your pussy's a cello and his fingers are the bow.
"What do you have to say, baby?" he asks again.
"I," you shakily start between pants. "I'm sorry."
The answer must have satisfied him enough because his grip tightens suddenly around your waist, relishing the feeling of your cunt sucking him in.
His free hand then hooks under your left thigh, scooping up your leg up so that it hooks over his shoulder.
You nearly topple over, and you have to lean slightly backward while gripping the fabric of his pants to keep your balance.
Nanami, though, loves this.
He pauses briefly to dip his head a little lower, staring right at your bare cunt and groaning at the beautiful sight of having his digits lodged between your pretty folds.
"Haven't had your hole stretched in a while, right?" he grunts, the delight too obvious in his deep voice. "Missed this? Does baby over here like to have her pussy stretched with my fingers?"
As though just to prove his point, Nanami takes advantage of this new angle to push himself deeper into you.
You gasped then gulped, "Yes, I do."
"Good girl, because I'm in deep, sweetheart," Nanami chucked hoarsely, his hand sliding up the side of your thigh, resting possessively over the span of your pretty skin.
His fingers dip into your tiny pussy, but this time, he's thrusting in and out of you at a mind-numbing pace, a speed where he's finger-fucking you until you are seeing the stars under your lids.
"Don't stop" is all you can say the more he works diligently at your walls.
The repetitive motion—in and out and in and out—is fucking earthshattering.
Being touched so well by another man...you haven't been stroked so well in literal years.
The sensation makes your stomach tighten even more, tighten so much that it hurts, but it hurts so amazingly.
It doesn't take long until you're creaming all over Nanami's hand, the high of your orgasm welcoming moans and shrieks to tumble past your lips while he mumbles sweet praises about how well you've been taking him in.
When your pants eventually turn into even breaths, Nanami pulls his fingers out, the string of your slick stretching until it breaks.
He slides your sweet ambrosia right into his mouth, licking and savoring your honeyed juices off his fingers.
The sight makes your eyes bulge, but the taste makes Nanami hum in sheer delight now that your arousal coats his lips all over, the tent of his bulge also pressing against your thigh.
You will everything in you to not moan as you think about how dirty this all was.
Then, when you reach down to this unbuckle his belt, Nanami grabs at your wrist with his clean hand.
The unexpected gesture forces you to look up.
He's shaking his head.
"Next time," he laughed, his glossed lips catching some light. His hand releases from yours so that he could use his forefinger to give your nose a tiny boop.
When he leans his head against the couch again, he sighs, but it's a pleased sigh.
"Don't worry about me. I have a pretty long mission in Okinawa, and I need to catch the train early tomorrow morning."
Suddenly flustered, you roll off from Nanami's laps as you realize that you were the only one who came from this encounter.
"Kento, but..." you nipped at your lower lip in shame.
Here it is again, the guilt because of the way Nanami always does everything for you, and you don't even get a chance to reciprocate.
"But what?" he repeats, his tone shifting into something low, something darker. "You think I'm done with you? Don't think I'm being nice here. This only means that you'll owe me more next time."
Your gaze flies up, coming face-to-face with the unleashed monster that now possesses the once-sweet man.
"One of these days, I'll stuff your holes until you're nothing but a loose and sloppy mess."
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My birthday is next week! Feels pretty good to wrap my year sinning more than I already have. >:)
