"Annie, you can tell me if you aren’t comfortable, okay? I’ll now begin the second step of this massage session."
With that, the suspended bed creaked under their weight as he got onto her and straddled her.
"Hmmmmmmm."
As a result of Miles straddling her, Annie closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
She felt it: the bulge in his pants pressed against the lower right side of her tummy like it wanted to impale her. Inwardly grinding her teeth to hold back from moaning, she failed to realize what the greatest danger was.
Grinning at her boobs and her closed eyes, Miles grabbed the bottle and poured a scoop into his palm.
"This is all part of the process, Annie. Take a deep breath and relax. If you feel some sort of discomfort, don’t hesitate to tell me."
That said, he clenched his oiled palm into a fist and directed the oil to drip onto her nipples.
"Here we go."
Absorbed in the sensation of his cock pressed against her, Annie’s eyes jolted open in shock, sucking in a deep, ecstatic breath as he grabbed her sides firmly and massaged upward.
"Hmmmmmmmmmmmmm—!" Humming deeply, Annie felt overwhelmed by the bliss of his touch and instinctively grabbed his hands to stop him from going further.
"—It’s too much for me! Stooppp! Ahhhhhhh!"
She screamed like a woman in labor, her voice cracking from bliss as he neared the sensitive part of her chest—those tempting boobs.
"I’m sorry, Annie, this has to be done to ease the blood flow around this part. I can’t stop."
Seeing her protests while her petite frame was firmly locked in his grasp, Miles’ cock twitched hard, and he barely restrained a grin while staring at her face.
Knowing what was to come, Annie shuddered and shook her head in protest, utilizing all her strength to hold off his hands from proceeding up, but failed.
Facing Miles’ strength, all she could do was slowly widen her eyes as his slippery hands glided over her skin—
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! Hmmmmmmmmmmmm!!!"
Scooping every bit of her petite, firm breasts, Miles found them surprisingly welcoming and soft.
Rounding them up in his grasp, he squeezed them like oranges at an extremely sensual pace and captured her nipples between his thumbs and index fingers, rolling them with a smirk. She moaned at the top of her lungs, screaming to be freed from the bliss striking her core while gripping his hands tighter than cuffs.
"Yes, Annie. Scream and let out your stress. Your worries are no more. I’m sure Max would want you to, right? For tomorrow’s big night?"
Like a devil’s whisper, Miles spoke earnestly and triggered her fantasy.
’I would be a fool not to listen.’
Listening to her moans rise to a higher pitch, he grinned inwardly and leaned downward, still rubbing her nipples.
"Yes, Annie, keep it up. Max is going to love you more than he ever did after this," he whispered amidst the tremors of her moans, his lips dangerously close to her nipple as he waited patiently for her to absorb his words.
’Max.’
The name echoed in her subconsciousness, forming an image of the bulky giant she always boasted of.
Thinking about him, a wave of guilt hit her as she recalled that he was just at reception while she was moaning to her masseur—a teen playing with her nipples.
Forced by the guilt, her mind regained a bit of clarity, and she realized that none of what was happening was normal.
’This shouldn’t be happening.’
She tried to shout her thoughts, but the only thing that came out was her trembling hum from Miles rubbing her nipples. She tried to pull his hands from her boobs but ended up supporting his hands as he massaged her boobs roughly.
She tried to bite her lips as a last-ditch effort to use the pain to recover her senses. But just as her teeth were about to snap down, Miles opened his mouth and gave her nipple a direct lick that struck her subconscious mind into factory reset mode—especially the light nibble that followed as he captured her firm softness in his mouth.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"
Following the loud, trembling moan, her legs stretched out and her eyes rolled backward in ecstasy.
’Fuck!’ Miles cursed inwardly as he realized the danger he had put himself in.
One of her hands first dug into his hair and pulled it; the other dug into the back of his neck with her fingers, drawing blood.
"...Yesssssss!!!!!"
Smooch!! Smooch!!
Stimulated by the pain, Miles sucked her breasts like a hungry kid.
The sheer aggression with which he opened and closed his mouth just to capture her boobs left a red imprint that would take days to clear. For two minutes, they were both locked in a fierce, hardcore exchange.
Deciding to break away, Miles’ neck was bruised and Annie’s boobs had several bite marks.
Feeling no pain, only intense stimulation, he stared down at her.
She looked completely helpless and tired, heaving heavily as she stared at him.
Smiling, he leaned in and began rubbing her hands.
"Ma’am—no, Annie. You’ve been a good girl, and I’m going to reward you. What do you say?"
By this time, he had reached her shoulders and slowly throttled her neck.
Annie closed her eyes, biting her lips softly with an expression of bliss, without trying to resist the breathlessness.
Seeing this, Miles smirked as he caught the scent of her moistened thighs. Inhaling a deep breath, he let go of her neck, and the next moment, the ripping sound of fabric filled the room. Freeing his hardened monster from its cage alongside his balls, he pressed it straight against her abs.
"Ahhhhh."
While feeling the seething warmth of the hard, meaty length on her belly, Annie’s eyes instantly snapped open.
Filled with shock and surprise, she craned her neck and stared at the long, thick dragon pressed against her, appeasing her curiosity to finally see it.
Staring at it silently, she watched as Miles let go of it—allowing it to rise and point upward—until the moment he poured oil on it. Her eyes zoomed in, tracing every drop of oil that slid along its popping veins down to his scrotum, pooling between her abs.
Kpa! Kpa! Kpa!
It was the sound of Miles slapping the heavy Mjölnir against her abdomen, oil splattering as droplets reached her chin and nose.
For the first time, Annie experienced a slow-motion love at first sight. His glistening cock was completely captured in her pupils, every slap of its heavy weight triggering something deep within her.
Staring at her dazed look, a flicker of a villainous glint flashed through his eyes as he satiated his fetish for feeling her muscles with his cock.
"I bet Max is bigger, right?"
Perfectly striking her guilty spot, he asked if her gym-head fiancé was bigger than him.
’Max.’
Hearing the name of her fiancé, the guilt she had tried to conceal surfaced in her heart. The image of his tiny six-inch tool—the fatal flaw he possessed—also appeared in her mind.
How could it compare to Miles?
She bit her lip, unwilling to answer while watching him play with his cock on her belly.
Kpa!
He slapped and rubbed her belly with his cock, smirking as he reached one hand toward her neck to choke her.
Annie showed no resistance, humming as he constricted her breathing.
"Tell me, is he bigger?"
He asked in a mocking tone, revealing his true colors now that she was trapped.
"Bad Annie. Bad girl."
He increased the force of his choking grip and sneered.
"I planned to reward you with this. Too bad. I guess I’ll have Grace enjoy the fruit of her labor after all."
Hearing this, Annie’s eyes widened.
"Surprised? She was just sucking my cock before you two decided to intrude. I could have had her on that desk by now, pounding her from behind while she screamed."
With each word, he choked her tighter, and she struggled to breathe.
"Ahhhhhh!"
Dripping wet from imagining every scene from his words in vivid detail, Annie gasped, moaning as he let go of her neck.
"Still wanna be a bad girl?"
Miles sneered, and Annie quickly shook her head in refusal, successfully tamed.
"Talk," Miles commanded.
"You’re bigger," Annie said with vigor, completely oblivious to the fact that she was submitting to a seventeen-year-old.
"Hehehe. I didn’t hear you."
"You’re bigger!" Annie shouted in a slutty tone, already squeezing her thighs together to fend off the dripping wetness.
"How small is he?" Miles asked.
"Six... six inches is small," Annie replied.
"Not bad, but not comparable to this daddy. You call me daddy from now on, okay?"
"Yes, daddy," Annie quickly complied.
"Good girl. Here’s your reward."
Saying this, he grabbed her hands and placed them on his cock.
Marveling at first, Annie acted stiff, but soon began to stroke his oiled shaft.
"Arrggg!" Miles groaned, enjoying the feel of her touch.