The Incubus System Chapter 1325. Let Me Ride You

The Incubus System Chapter 1325. Let Me Ride You

Her fingers traced idle shapes across my chest, sometimes letters, sometimes nothing. My hand drifted down her back, resting at the curve of her waist. There was a quiet intimacy to the stillness. The kind that didn’t need another round to be sexy.

But I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t tempted.

I felt the twitch in my cock again. That little pull. That reminder of how damn perfect she felt. How tight. How wet. How willing. I didn’t move. Not yet. But she noticed.

Of course, she noticed.

Her smile turned teasing.

“Already hard again?” she whispered.

I raised a brow.

“You surprised?”

She giggled, dragging her fingers lower, across my stomach.

“Incubus stamina never disappoints.”

I leaned in, my lips brushing hers.

“I could take you again right now.”

“You could,” she whispered against my mouth, “but maybe this time… you let me ride you.”

My breath hitched.

“Oh?”

She climbed slowly over me, skin sliding against mine, her thighs straddling my hips again, her lips brushing my jaw. Her hands braced on my chest.

“I want to take care of you this time.”

My hands found her hips, fingers curling into the soft skin there.

“You sure?”

She nodded.

“Absolutely.”

Her body shifted, slow and smooth, guiding herself toward me.

“I want to see your face,” she whispered. “When I break you for once.”

I grinned.

“Try me.”

The moment I said it, she pushed her hips forward with this little smirk, like she already knew she’d win. Like she wasn’t just accepting the challenge, she was claiming the victory before the race even began.

Her thighs pressed against my sides as she shifted, positioning herself with slow, deliberate intent. She moved like sex itself. Smooth, confident, glowing with heat. My cock stood tall between us, already throbbing with the kind of eager twitch that made her smile widen.

Her fingers traced down my chest, slick with sweat and heat. She didn’t rush. She didn’t need to. She had me where she wanted and she fucking knew it.

She grabbed the base of my cock, guiding me toward her entrance with practiced ease. Her breath hitched as the head brushed against her folds again, already slick from the last round. She was soaked. That warm, wet glide over me made my whole body tense. My hands gripped her hips, ready to take control…

But she slapped one away.

“Uh uh,” she whispered. “I’m in charge now.”

I growled low in my throat, but I didn’t fight it. Instead, I let my hands fall beside me, palms flat against the sheets. She leaned forward, eyes locked with mine, lips hovering just over my mouth as she started to lower herself.

And when she finally sank down on me?

Fucking hell.

She moaned, full and drawn out, her mouth dropping open as inch by thick inch disappeared into her heat. Her pussy gripped me like velvet steel, tight and warm and perfect. Her thighs trembled as she took me slowly, hips rolling in gentle circles to savor every stretch.

“Oh…” she gasped, head tipping back. “I forgot… how deep you go…”

Her nails scraped across my chest, not hard, just enough to ground herself. Her back arched slightly, breasts pushing forward, nipples already hardened again in the lingering heat. She looked like a fucking painting. Sweat glowing on her collarbone, hair tangled and wild, eyes half-lidded with want.

I couldn’t help it.

My hands drifted back up to her waist.

“Damian,” she warned, voice shaky. “Don’t grab me.”

“Then don’t ride me like a damn goddess,” I muttered, and she laughed.

“That’s the plan.”

She rolled her hips again, deeper this time. Her body took all of me—slow and deliberate, making sure I felt every tight inch sink into that warm heaven. She shivered when she bottomed out, her thighs squeezing against my sides.

“Fck… you’re twitching,” she whispered.

“You’re squeezing.”

Her smile was smug as hell. She leaned down again, her hands pressing to my chest, her wrists right above where my ribs rose and fell from the breath I couldn’t catch.

“Oh?” she whispered. “You like it tight, huh?”

“You’ve known that.”

Her mouth brushed mine in a teasing kiss, more breath than lips. And then she started moving.

Slowly at first.

Just little rolls of her hips, small bounces that barely lifted her off me, but enough to feel the way her walls dragged across every ridge and vein. My cock throbbed inside her. Every single grind made my body jerk beneath her like I couldn’t decide whether I wanted to thrust up or just collapse and melt.

And she saw it.

She fucking saw it.

She giggled, her hands sliding up and catching my wrists. Her fingers wrapped tight, then she moved them above my head, pressing them into the pillow and leaning forward.

And then she tied them.

With what?

The belt. The one on the table.

“You know these are props,” I muttered. “I can snap them with a flex.”

“I know,” she said with a little shrug. “But you won’t. You want to see what I do.”

And fck, she was right.

I could’ve broken the belt. I could’ve taken back control in a heartbeat.

But I didn’t want to.

I wanted to see how far she’d go.

She sat up again, hands sliding down her sides, hips grinding against mine. Her pussy clenched tighter around me with each roll, each bounce. Her rhythm started to build—steady, deliberate, a tempo meant to make me lose it slowly.

And I did.

Bit by bit.

She bounced on me like she owned me, moaning as she worked herself into a rhythm that made her tits sway and her thighs tighten. The slapping sound of her body meeting mine filled the room, wet and raw and shameless.

Every now and then, she slowed, just to grind down hard, to press her clit against me and let out a little gasp when it hit just right.