Chapter 150

Ikumi steadied herself, planting her hands on his chest for balance. She began to roll her hips slowly, letting the thick length inside her drag against every sensitive spot on the way up before she slid back down.

*Pa… pa… pa…*

The quiet, rhythmic slaps of skin meeting skin echoed in the warm air, her slick heat making each motion sound even wetter.

Ichigo’s eyes stayed locked on her — not just her face, but the way her breasts bounced with every rise and fall, the soft jolt in her thighs when she took him deep. She noticed his gaze and smirked, deliberately picking up her pace, making them sway harder with each thrust.

“Mmm… you like this view, don’t you?” she teased, her tone dripping with confidence.

*Thwop… thwop… thwop…*

The sound was heavier now, her hips coming down with more force, their bodies colliding in loud, wet impacts that sent little tremors up her spine.

She bit her lip, trying to keep her breathing steady, but every time she sank fully onto him, the thick head of his cock hit that spot inside her that made her toes curl.

*Schlick… schlick… schlick…*

Her arousal coated him completely, every movement now a lewd, messy glide.

Ichigo reached up, not stopping her, but sliding his hands up her sides to cup her breasts. His thumbs brushed over her stiff nipples, and she inhaled sharply — the sudden jolt of pleasure making her grind down harder.

“Ahhh—” she let slip before quickly clamping her lips shut, refusing to give him the satisfaction of hearing her lose composure.

*Pa-pa-pa-pa-pa…*

Her thighs were beginning to burn, but she didn’t slow down. If anything, she leaned forward slightly, changing the angle so his length dragged even deeper inside her.

' God… he’s so thick… it’s filling me up perfectly,' she thought, the faintest tremor betraying the strain in her legs. ' No way I’m letting him see me give in first.'

Ichigo’s smirk only deepened, but he still didn’t take control. He just laid back, hands on her hips now, letting her work, every heavy impact of her body against his sending that wet thwop echoing in the room

Ikumi’s hips kept moving, but the pace wasn’t as sharp as before. The heat between them had her sweating lightly, strands of hair sticking to her cheek as her breathing grew heavier. Her thighs burned from the effort, each rise and fall taking a fraction longer.

*Pa… pa… pa…*

The sound was still there, but slower, more drawn out, wetter — her slickness making every drop of his cock glide in and out with that deep, obscene schlick.

Ichigo noticed immediately. The slight shake in her legs, the way her weight leaned more into his chest… she was close to the edge. Not just of cumming — but of giving in.

“You’re slowing down,” he murmured, his tone almost playful, but there was an edge to it.

She shot him a look, forcing a smirk. “Tch… still more than you can handle.”

“Oh yeah?” His hands, which had been resting lightly on her hips, suddenly gripped her tight — fingers digging into her soft flesh.

Before she could react, he slammed her down onto him.

*THWOP!*

She gasped, her eyes going wide as his length drove into her all at once, filling her so deep she swore she felt it in her stomach.

“I’ll help you keep the pace,” he said with a smirk, before lifting her slightly — and then pulling her down again.

*Thwop! Thwop! Thwop!*

The sound was louder now, heavier, each thrust hitting that sweet spot dead-on.

“Ahhh—hhhnnnn!” The moan tore from her before she could stop it, her hands gripping his chest hard.

He kept going, hips now rising to meet her in perfect rhythm, the wet slaps mixing with the deep schlick of his cock gliding through her soaked walls.

*Pa-pa-pa-pa-pa… THWOP!*

The room was filled with it now — the sound of dominance shifting entirely into his hands.

Her body jolted with every impact, breasts bouncing wildly, her head tilting back as her voice cracked on another moan. “Ahhh! Nnhhh—Ichigo…!”

He grinned up at her, eyes locked on the way she was falling apart above him. “That’s more like it… now you’re starting to look real cute.”

Her reply was a shaky whimper as her rhythm completely collapsed, leaving him fully in charge, dragging orgasm after orgasm to the edge until she was clinging to him, trembling.

Ichigo suddenly slowed, holding her hips still. She blinked down at him, flushed and panting, trying to catch her breath.

Before she could ask what he was doing, he gripped her thighs and rolled her to the side, keeping himself inside her the whole time. She let out a surprised gasp as her back hit the sheets, her body twisting slightly onto her side.

“What—?” she started, but then he hooked one of her legs high, resting her ankle over his shoulder. The position spread her wide, her hips tilted perfectly toward him.

“Just relax,” he said, his voice low but full of control.

Without warning, he pushed forward.

THWOP!

The new angle made her gasp sharply — it was deeper, sharper, the head of his cock grinding right against her most sensitive spot.

“Ohhh—hhhnnnn!” she cried, her free leg curling around his waist instinctively.

Ichigo braced one hand on the bed beside her head, the other gripping the back of her thigh to keep it raised as he began thrusting hard.

Thwop! Schlick! Pa-pa-pa!
The sounds were filthy, the angle making every impact wet and loud.

Ikumi tried to keep her eyes open, but each thrust sent a shudder up her spine, her voice breaking into moans she couldn’t hold back. “Ahhh—Ichigo—hhhnnn! Nnhhh f-fuck—”

“Look at me,” he growled, slowing just enough to make her meet his gaze. His hips rolled in deep, grinding into her until her toes curled.

Her body was already trembling, the twisted angle leaving her completely exposed and powerless. She couldn’t control the pace, couldn’t even fully close her legs — all she could do was cling to the sheets as he drove into her again and again.

And Ichigo? He was grinning like a man who’d just found his new favorite position.

TO BE CONTINUED