Marvel: Pay to Win Gambling 28

Chapter 28: Kitty** 

There was little he could understand, nothing made sense. He felt being in the open once, then inside a room, and then inside another.

He felt being dragged through the walls, through the textures and through the multiple floors, all while enjoying the softness of sweet lips pressed against his.

He stood in a dimly lit room, lit by a single night lamp.

"I don't want to do this if you are drunk, Katherine." He said, staring at the naked girl leaning against the wall, her hair wet from the shower, droplets tracing the curves of her body.

"I am more sober than you, Daniel." She said, not moving any closer. "I know what I am doing, do you?"

The question left him speechless.

Did he know what he was doing? Alone in the room of a woman he hadn't met long ago, his cock already stiffening at the sight of her bare skin, her nipples pebbled in the cool air.

He felt tired being dragged by the sin of lust, even now, he felt its influence. But also, he felt too prideful to admit how badly he wanted her.

A war was being fought inside him, and for now, neither sin was winning-only confusion was.

"Do you always think so much?" She asked, finally walking closer to him. The droplets slid down her hair, over her plump breasts, down her toned stomach. "Or am I not attractive enough in your eyes?"

She didn't look offended, just curious. "I would understand. Ororo, Jean, Illyana—all are gorgeous. I don't think I compare to them.”

Daniel couldn't say that one was prettier than the other, but right now, with her standing before him, hips swaying, skin glistening, he couldn't deny how fucking breathtaking she was.

"You don't have to think so much."

"I'm not," he assured, his voice rougher than he intended. "You're beautiful."

And she was, her reddish-brown hair tinted under the lamp's glow, hazel eyes dark with hunger, lips plump and begging to be bitten.

He was interested in her, in her beauty, in the way her thighs pressed together as if she could already feel him there.

And yet, he refused to let lust control him, even as his cock throbbed painfully against his pants.

"You're cute," she smiled, biting her lower lip. "Handsome too, but I like cute.”

That was a first. He was built like a fucking statue, broad-shouldered and hard-muscled, not cute.

And yet, she found him cute.

Her fingers traced his jaw, then slid down his chest, lower, teasing the waistband of his pants. Her eyes were hazy, not from alcohol but from pure, unfiltered desire.

He was amazed by her resistance-she was affected by his sin, yet she held herself together better than most.

"You like Ororo, don't you?" She asked, making his breath hitch. "And Jean too.”

"How do you—"

"Hush~" She pressed a finger to his lips, then replaced it with her own, kissing him slow and deep. "I don't mind. They're beautiful. It just makes you more... interesting.”

She felt different now —bolder, hungrier.

"Did you get into a relationship with either?" She asked, her hand sliding down his chest, fingers toying with his belt.

"No." He answered honestly, his voice strained as her fingers brushed the bulge in his pants.

"Then it's fine," she murmured, undoing his belt with a single, practiced flick. "I don't think I love you, not yet. But I want you. And I'd like to see where that takes us.'

"You just met me." He countered, but his body betrayed him, hips jerking as her fingers traced the outline of his cock through the fabric.

"People fall in love at first sight," she whispered, her breath hot against his neck. "But right now? I just want to fuck you."

His restraint snapped.

He grabbed her waist, spinning her around and pinning her against the wall, his body pressing into hers. She gasped as his hands roamed, gripping her ass, squeezing hard enough to make her moan.

"You talk too much," he muttered, finally tearing his clothes off, his cock springing free, thick and aching.

She didn't hesitate. Her hand wrapped around him, stroking slowly, her thumb swiping over the leaking tip. "Fuck," she breathed, eyes locked on his length. "You're even bigger than I thought."

He didn't answer—just crushed his mouth to hers, kissing her with a hunger that matched his own. Her legs wrapped around his waist, her heat pressing against him, already wet, already ready.

"No more thinking," she panted, nails digging into his shoulders. "Just feel."

And he did.

She couldn't have him all to herself, and that only made him more desirable.

His hands gripped her ass, fingers digging into her soft flesh as he kneaded her cheeks. A low moan escaped her lips when he teased her with his sensitivity manipulation, amplifying every touch just enough to make her squirm.

He didn't overdo it, he wanted her pleasure natural, raw—but the sound of her moans was intoxicating. Sweet, desperate, and utterly his. He needed to hear more.

"W-What is t-that?" she gasped, her skin buzzing with unnatural sensitivity.

"Just one more interesting thing about me,” he murmured against her ear, his hot breath making her jolt. Her thighs clenched around him instinctively, pulling him closer.

"I love it!" she panted, arching into his touch. The sensation was unlike anything she'd ever felt-electric, overwhelming, addictive. "Continue!"

And he did, pushing further.

In one swift motion, he lifted her, forcing her legs to slip from his waist and drape over his shoulders instead. His hands anchored her hips, her dripping cunt now hovering just above his mouth.

Her eyes widened. "W-Wait-!"

He didn't.

With her sensitivity already heightened, he cranked it higher and dragged his tongue up her slit in one slow, filthy stroke. The effect was instant-her back arched violently, head slamming back as her fingers twisted in his hair, nails scraping his scalp.

Fuck. The sensation was ruining her. Her thoughts shattered, her body burning with pleasure so intense it bordered on pain.

"C-continue!" she begged, hips grinding against his mouth. His tongue circled her clit before plunging inside, fucking her with slow, deliberate strokes. She whimpered, pressing herself harder against him, forcing him deeper.

He could taste her—sweet, musky, addictive—and it wasn't enough. He wanted more. Needed more. His tongue thrust as deep as it could, wishing he could bury himself inside her completely.

Her moans were unraveling him. The way she writhed, the way her cunt clenched around his tongue, it clouded his own mind. He barely held back, teetering on the edge of pushing her sensitivity to its limit.

Her body shook, a broken cry tearing from her throat as her orgasm crashed over her.

"O-Oh-fuck!" Her walls clamped around his tongue, pulsing violently as she came. He groaned against her, lapping up every drop, savoring the way she trembled.

If he'd pushed any harder, she might've passed out. The thought sent a thrill through him.

"H-How!" she gasped, legs trembling as he lowered her. She collapsed to her knees, dazed only to freeze when her gaze landed on the thick cock now inches from her face.

Fuck. It was huge. Not obscenely long, but the girth her mouth watered even as her cunt clenched at the thought of taking it.

"Let me... return the favor," she breathed, leaning in to swirl her tongue around the head.

Even without amplifying his own sensitivity, the heat of her mouth was maddening.

She didn't hesitate, lips wrapping around him, sinking down until his cock hit the back of her throat.

‘Cheater.’

He knew she was using her ability, phasing just enough to take him deeper without strain. Her tongue coiled around his shaft, stroking in perfect, wet rhythm as she sucked him off like she was starved for it.

And Christ, it was the best fucking blowjob of his life. The suction, the heat, the way her throat fluttered he had to lower his sensitivity just to keep from exploding then and there.

But he wanted more.

"Let's move this further," he said.

She pulled back with a smirk. "No bed," she challenged. "Use those muscles."

A beat of confusion, then understanding.

In one motion, he yanked her up, slamming her against the wall.

"You sure?" he demanded, lining his cock up with her soaked entrance.

"I'm wet enough," she panted. "Fuck me."

Their eyes locked as he pushed in—slow, deliberate, letting her feel every inch.

She moaned, head falling back as he filled her, her walls stretching around his girth. He set a steady pace, letting her sensitivity build with each thrust.

Leaning down, he captured a nipple between his teeth, tongue flicking over the peak as she writhed beneath him.

Her cunt was suffocatingly tight, hot, wet, clenching around him like she was trying to milk him dry.

"Fuck!" He wasn't going to last. But he refused to dull the sensation. Instead, he amped hers higher.

"Mhm!" Her back arched violently, eyes rolling as pleasure blasted through her. "I'm —I'm cumming! Oh god!"

Her walls squeezed, pulsing around him as she came hard. The sensation tipped him over the edge, his cock throbbed, unloading deep inside her with a guttural groan.

Her body went limp, breath ragged. "T-That... was amazing."

"Yeah," he agreed, still buried inside her. "I can go again if you want." His ability already had him hardening again.

She grinned, nodding toward the bed. "Slower this time. Longer."

He smirked. "As you wish.”

And just like that, they lost themselves in each other—again, and again, until neither could remember anything but the heat of skin and the sound of moans.