The Incubus System Chapter 1401. That’s Torture
The Incubus System Chapter 1401. That’s Torture
She leaned forward slightly, her breasts brushing against my chest. Soft. Warm. Distracting. The way they moved with each shift of her hips made it impossible not to stare.
“You’re staring again,” she whispered.
“I have eyes,” I muttered.
She laughed softly, then rolled her hips again.
That time, the friction hit just right.
My cock twitched sharply inside her and I groaned low in my throat.
She felt it.
Of course she did.
Her eyes darkened just slightly.
“Oh,” she murmured. “You’re close.”
“I’m not—”
She shifted again, pressing down fully and holding still.
Holding.
Just enough pressure to keep me buried in her warmth. Not moving. Not allowing release. Just trapping me there inside her slick heat.
My jaw clenched.
“That’s torture,” I groaned. “You—”
She rolled her hips once more. Slow. Intentional.
My breath caught mid-sentence.
She giggled.
Actually giggled.
“Who knew this kind of play could be so nice?” she teased.
I stared at her, half offended, half completely undone. “Who taught you this?”
She tilted her head innocently. “Pearl.”
I hissed through my teeth. “Yeah. Her. I should’ve known.”
Emma laughed again, but this time it came out softer. Warmer. She lifted slightly and then settled back down with a subtle bounce that made my vision blur for a second.
“Focus,” she whispered near my ear.
Then she leaned down and moaned softly right into it.
Not loud. Not dramatic. Just close enough that the sound vibrated through me.
That did not help.
She shifted her knees slightly, finding a new angle. And then she started riding me properly.
Still controlled. Still playful. But more confident now.
Her hips rolled forward and back, then up and down, alternating between grinding and lifting in a rhythm that made it impossible to predict what she’d do next.
My hands moved to her waist automatically, gripping her firmly.
She leaned back slightly, giving me a perfect view of her chest as she moved. Her breasts bounced softly with each controlled drop of her hips. The sight alone almost made me lose it.
“Emma…” I exhaled, my grip tightening.
She smiled lazily. “Yes?”
“You’re enjoying this way too much.”
“I told you,” she said breathlessly, moving again, “I like this expression on you.”
She changed pace again.
Faster for two motions.
Then slower.
Then a small circular grind that made my cock twitch violently inside her.
I groaned, head falling back against the pillow.
She leaned forward again, pressing her lips against my ear. “You’re shaking.”
“Because you’re—”
She moved again.
I cut off mid-sentence.
She laughed quietly against my skin.
My hips tried to thrust up to meet her harder, but she countered it by slowing down and pressing down fully again, trapping me inside her without movement.
My entire body tensed.
She was deliberately not letting me tip over.
Holding me right at the edge.
Letting me feel every pulse. Every twitch. Every desperate ache building inside me.
“You’re cruel,” I muttered.
She kissed my jaw. “You’re dramatic.”
“I need to—”
She rolled her hips again, slowly.
My breath came out in a sharp groan.
“I need to cum,” I admitted finally.
She lifted her head and looked down at me, amused. “Already?”
“You’ve been doing that on purpose.”
“Yes.”
I gripped her hips tighter. “Milk me dry, Emma.”
Her breath caught slightly at that.
Then she smiled.
“Such a polite demon prince in the morning,” she teased.
She leaned down and kissed me deeply, tongue slow and warm, while her hips picked up a steadier rhythm.
Not frantic.
Not feral.
Just controlled intensity.
She rode me like she had all the time in the world. Like I was her favorite toy and she was in no rush to finish playing.
My hands moved up to her breasts again, squeezing gently, then firmer. She gasped softly at that and pressed herself closer to me.
Her moans grew louder now. Not exaggerated. Just real. Honest.
She rolled her hips harder for a few strokes and I felt myself slipping closer to the edge again.
She slowed immediately.
I groaned in frustration.
She laughed breathlessly. “You’re so easy.”
“I am not easy.”
“You absolutely are.”
She shifted again, finding that angle that made my entire body tighten involuntarily.
“Emma…” I warned.
She leaned down, forehead touching mine.
“Good,” she whispered.
Her hips moved faster now. More confident. Still controlled, but less teasing. More building.
The morning light was fully golden now, painting her skin in warmth. Sweat glistened lightly along her collarbone. Her hair clung slightly to her neck.
She looked unreal.
Just hot.
Just two idiots in love pushing each other right to the brink because we could.
And… it felt good.
I stared at her for a second longer, breathing heavy, hands still gripping her hips while she hovered above me, chest rising and falling, breasts bouncing slightly with each slow shift of her weight.
“Okay,” I muttered finally.
She raised a brow. “Okay what?”
I smirked, sliding my hands from her waist to her thighs. “Let me take this. I’ll make you feel good.”
Her lips curved into that mischievous smile I knew too well. “Oh?”
I shifted slightly beneath her, guiding her hips back just enough to change the angle between us. She let me. No resistance. No challenge.
She giggled softly. “Fine.”
That was the cue.
I moved in one smooth motion, rolling us over so she was beneath me. Her hair fanned out over the pillow, cheeks flushed, lips parted. My cock brushed against her lower stomach for a moment as I repositioned, and she inhaled sharply at the contact.
“See?” she whispered. “Impatient.”
“You made me this way.”
She laughed breathlessly. “Sure, blame me.”
I leaned down and kissed her properly this time. Slow at first. Deepening gradually. One hand slid up to cup her breast, thumb brushing over the soft peak. She arched under me instinctively, a quiet sound escaping her throat.
Her hands roamed over my back, nails dragging lightly down my skin.
“You said you’d make me feel good,” she murmured between kisses.
“I will.”