I Got Reincarnated As The Ntr Protagonist In An Online Game-Chapter 60: One More Round

"Shh, it’s okay," Junior cooed, his voice thick with restraint. He paused, letting her adjust to his size, his thumbs stroking soothing circles into her hips. "You’re doing so good, baby. Just breathe. Breathe for me."

Emma sucked in a shaky breath, forcing herself to relax as best she could. The pain began to ebb, replaced by a dull, throbbing ache that wasn’t entirely unpleasant. She could feel him stretching her, filling her in ways she’d never imagined possible, and despite the initial discomfort, there was something undeniably thrilling about it.

"Okay," she whispered, her voice trembling. "I’m okay."

Junior kissed her again, his lips soft and reassuring against hers. "Good girl," he murmured, pulling back just enough to look into her eyes. "You ready for more?"

She nodded, her heart racing as he began to move again, sliding deeper inside her with each slow, deliberate thrust. The pain was still there, but it was mixed with something else now—something warm and electric that made her toes curl and her breath hitch. She could feel every inch of him as he pushed into her, the sheer size of him almost too much to handle, but somehow, she wanted more.

"Junior," she breathed, her hands moving to grip his shoulders as he sank deeper, until finally, he was fully seated inside her. She could feel him everywhere, his body pressed flush against hers, his cock buried to the hilt. It was overwhelming, but in the best way possible.

He groaned, his forehead dropping to rest against hers as he fought to control himself. "Fuck, Emma," he rasped, his breath hot against her skin. "You feel so fucking good. So tight... so perfect."

She whimpered, her hips shifting awkwardly beneath him as she tried to adjust to the feeling of him inside her. "It’s... it’s a lot," she admitted, her voice shaking. "But... but it’s good."

Junior chuckled softly, the sound sending a shiver down her spine. "Yeah, baby? You like how I fill you up?"

Emma blushed furiously, but she nodded, her fingers tightening their grip on his shoulders. "Yes," she whispered, too embarrassed to say more.

"Good," he growled, leaning down to capture her lips in another searing kiss. "Because I’m not done with you yet."

With that, he began to move, pulling out of her slowly before pushing back in with a firm, deliberate thrust. Emma gasped, her nails digging into his skin as pleasure and pain warred within her. He moved again, and then again, each stroke sending shockwaves of sensation through her body. Her breath came in short, shallow gasps, her thighs trembling as he set a steady rhythm, his hips rocking into hers with unrelenting precision.

"Junior," she moaned, her voice breaking as pleasure began to overtake the pain. Her body responded to him instinctively, her hips lifting to meet his thrusts as she sought more of the delicious friction he was creating.

"That’s it, baby," he encouraged, his voice rough with desire. "Take me. Take all of me."

Emma’s mind spun, her thoughts fragmenting as pleasure consumed her. She could feel herself clenching around him, her body tightening in ways she didn’t understand but desperately craved. Each thrust sent sparks skittering through her veins, building a fire in her belly that threatened to consume her whole.

"I... I think I’m..." she stuttered, her words dissolving into a high-pitched whine as Junior angled his hips just right, hitting a spot inside her that made her vision blur.

"Cum for me, Emma," he growled, his pace quickening as he drove into her with renewed urgency. "Let me feel you cum on my cock."

The command—the sheer dominance in his voice—was what tipped her over the edge. Her back arched, her entire body going taut as waves of pleasure crashed over her, drowning her in a sea of ecstasy. She cried out, her voice echoing through the room as she came undone, her walls clenching tightly around him as she rode out the most intense orgasm of her life.

Junior groaned, his movements becoming erratic as her climax pulled him over the edge with her. With one final, brutal thrust, he buried himself deep inside her, his release spilling into her as he shuddered above her, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

For a moment, they stayed like that, tangled together and sweaty, their bodies still joined as they caught their breaths. Finally, Junior rolled onto his side, taking her with him and holding her close as they lay together, their hearts pounding in sync.

Emma nestled against him, her body tingling with the aftermath of their passion. She felt... different. Changed. And as she looked up at Junior, a small, contented smile tugging at her lips, she knew one thing for certain: she would never forget this night. Not ever.

Emma’s lips brushed against Junior’s, soft and tentative at first, but then her tongue flicked out to trace his bottom lip, teasing him. His breath hitched, and she could feel it—the way his body responded instantly, his cock hardening against her thigh even though they had just finished. She pulled back slightly, her eyes wide with surprise as she glanced down between them.

"Did... did I do that?" she asked, her voice a mixture of awe and disbelief. Her cheeks flushed a deep pink, her fingers curling into the sheets beneath her.

Junior chuckled, the sound low and warm, sending a shiver through her. He reached up to stroke her cheek, his thumb brushing over her swollen lips. "If a beautiful girl like you kisses anyone, the same thing will happen," he said, his voice dripping with playful confidence. "You’re dangerous, Emma."

She bit her lip, her heart racing as she looked at him. There was something about the way he looked at her, like she was the only person in the world. It made her feel powerful, desired. And for the first time, she didn’t shy away from that feeling.

"So..." Junior’s smirk widened, his hand sliding down to rest on her hip. "You think we can go for one more round?"