Warrior Training System - Chapter 441

Chapter 441: Get over with it (R-18)
Brigid sped up, head bobbing faster, throat stretched wide as she tried to get it over with before Cassian decided to drag his hands deeper. She felt his fingers teasing over her anus.

“Mmngh…!” Her attempt at a curse came out as nothing more than a muffled sound, her throat vibrating around Cassian’s already sensitive length. The deep, tight pressure made him jolt slightly, driving him even deeper, and Brigid’s eyes widened in startled shock.

His chest pressed firmly against her thighs, spreading her plump legs wide and holding her exactly where he wanted. Her breasts squashed over his lower stomach with each downward motion, nipples dragging across his skin, while her gagged moans were punctuated by slick strings of saliva running down to smear across her chin. Every deep, desperate swallow sent shocks through her, making her pulse spike, her folds already slick and aching just inches from his hands.

As his finger slid in, doing more than just teasing, Brigid clenched tightly, determined not to let him push any further. She didn’t want this to go on much longer—she needed to take control and make him finish before Cassian could escalate things.

She’d warned him not to push her into any more perverse acts—but what if she wanted it herself? Usually, that was how their nights went, all-consuming and relentless. Not tonight. Tonight, she craved something different: a proper rest, a comfortable one, free from the endless torment of his hands and teasing.

And to get him done faster, she didn’t mind enduring a bit of discomfort for a few minutes. She sped up, slurping on his length with more urgency. The hands she’d been using to keep Cassian from thrusting into her throat now roamed freely—fondling his testicles, stroking the base of his penis—while her mouth worked him over with force. Her lips wrapped tightly around him, sucking with a hungry, relentless pressure.

Cassian’s fingers pressed deeper, slipping smoothly into her tight, slick anus. The muscle clenched instinctively around him, hot and unyielding, but wet enough to let him slide in slowly. Each subtle squeeze made him groan low, the contrast of her resistance and her slickness driving him wild. As he held her wide, her rounded buttocks pressed firmly against his palms, the flesh soft and pliant yet impossibly full. Every time he adjusted his grip, the skin and fat gave way perfectly, teasing him with how much there was to hold, to squeeze, and he knew he could never get enough.

He felt a shiver ripple through her body as she arched her back, pressing herself closer. If he could see her face, he’d notice her eyes rolling back, her head tilting lower as he pushed his finger deeper. The warmth and slickness around him was even more intense than her vaginal walls, sliding over him with a smooth, greedy tightness that made every movement feel impossibly decadent.

Brigid’s resolve hardened. She wasn’t about to let Cassian drag things out any longer. With deliberate urgency, she wrapped her hands around his shaft, stroking him faster, guiding him, while her mouth shifted from deep throat work to fervent sucking over the head. She could feel his hips trembling, his length swelling with every motion, and it pushed her to work harder. Finally, her mouth freed enough to speak, words muffled but clear:

“Don’t even think about putting a second one in…” she warned, pressing her hips down harder, grinding her butt onto his face. Wet folds pressed against him, taste and scent filling his senses as she drove him closer to the edge. She had done this countless times before; one more wasn’t going to change anything.

Even as a small moan escaped her, she forced every ounce of willpower into pushing him over the edge. Cassian’s hands gripped her enormous buttocks, unable to get enough of the soft, abundant flesh, squeezing and kneading as his face was buried between them.

The inevitable came. His groan vibrated through her as his cock pulsed and shot hot, thick streams of semen over her face. Brigid didn’t let a drop go to waste; she pressed her mouth to the tip, swallowing in deep, eager gulps, tasting him as she continued to stroke him. With every swallow, every suck, she worked to make sure nothing remained, refusing to give him an excuse to make her repeat it. The warmth flowed down her throat in waves, and she sucked harder, greedy, relentless, feeling every shudder wrack his body.

Thick streams of semen spurted from him, some shooting so fast that she couldn’t swallow it all at once. Her lips, cheeks, and hands were quickly coated, warm, sticky, glistening under the dim light. Some dribbled down the sides of his shaft, dripping over her fingers and onto her own body.

She didn’t care. Every spill, every pulse, she swallowed greedily, gulping down as much as she could while her hands worked tirelessly along his length, stroking, guiding, keeping him going. The taste, the texture, the heat—it all fueled her urgency. Even as some overflowed and trickled out, running down his length and wetting her palms, she kept swallowing and stroking, refusing to let a drop go to waste.

Finally, his spurts slowed, and Cassian groaned low, letting his hips press against her, shivering into her hands. Brigid felt the residual warmth brushing against her face, and it stirred her own arousal—the tightness in her folds and slick soaking her thighs. She leaned forward instinctively, licking and sucking at the drips that ran down from his shaft to her mouth, not stopping, not slowing, coaxing out every last tremor from him.

Even when some stray jets shot into the air, splattering against her cheeks, she licked them clean, her hands sliding along his still-sensitive length to keep him from going slack. With each careful gulp, each greedy lick, she drew him to one final shuddering release. By the time it ended, her mouth and hands were thoroughly coated, his semen mingling with her own saliva, leaving her tasting him everywhere.