Scumbag Fate System-Chapter 102: Missed Me? Very Much (1)

"I’m surprised you asked me to follow you back." Reinhard says lightly as he follows Yor inside of her room.

"Why do you say that?" Yor paused before tilting her head.

"I thought you wanted to rest~"

Yor blushed before looking down and nervously playing with her finger. "I... I just wanted to be with you."

"Missed me?"

"Very much..." She trailed off, biting her lower lip as she avoided his gaze. Yor fidgeted with the hem of her shirt, twisting the fabric in her fingers. Despite her nervousness, there was an undeniable warmth in her eyes, a tender affection that shone through.

Reinhard stepped closer, his large frame enveloping Yor from behind. His arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her back against his chest as he nuzzled into her neck. Yor gasped softly, her head tilting to the side to give him better access.

"Is that so?" Reinhard murmured, his breath hot against her skin. "Well, I’m here now, Yor. And I intend to make up for lost time..."

His hand slid up from her waist to her breast before cupping them through the thin fabric of her shirt. He began groping and squeezing them, using his thumb to find her nipple and circling the hardened peak.

Yor arched into his touch, a breathy moan escaping her lips.

"Reinhard..." She gasped out, her hips pressing back against his.

She could feel his arousal growing, hard and insistent, and it sent a thrill of anticipation through her.

"I agree as well." Reinhard whispered softly. "Going so many days without you was troubling... But now you’re here."

He then began nibbling on her neck, sucking a dark mark into the delicate skin. At the same time, he pinched and rolled her nipple between his fingers, sending sparks of pleasure-pain straight to her body.

"R-Reinhard–"

His hands roamed over her breasts, he could feel her nipples begging for his attention. Yor gasped and arched into his touch, her head falling back to give him better access to her neck.

"Ah, Reinhard... your hands feel so good," she panted out, her voice husky with desire. "I love how you touch me, how you make me feel..."

Reinhard hummed in response as he continued sucking at the tender skin of her neck before laying kisses on it. He was leaving a trail of kisses in his wake, each one a declaration of his want for her. Yor trembled, her body burning up with need, grinding her hips back against the hard bulge in his pants.

"Please, Reinhard... don’t stop," she mewled, tangling her fingers in his hair. "I want to feel all of you..."

Reinhard’s hands slid down her sides, gripping her hips and pulling her harder against him. He rocked into her, letting her feel every hard inch of his arousal. Yor whimpered, feeling herself growing wetter by the second, her panties dampening with her desire.

"I can feel how much you want it too." She breathed, rolling her hips in time with his thrusts. "You’re so hard for me already..."

Reinhard captured her lips in a kiss, swallowing her words as he plundered her mouth. His tongue delved past her lips, stroking along hers, tasting her sweetness. Yor kissed him back just as fervently, pouring all her pent-up passion into the embrace.

Reinhard’s desire grew with each passing second, the need to have Yor. With a low growl, he swept her up into his arms, carrying her over to the desk where a large mirror stood. He set her down on the edge, his hands gripping her hips as he turned her to face the mirror.

Yor gasped, her eyes widening as she saw herself reflected back, flushed and wanting. Reinhard’s hands slid down her thighs, pushing her skirt up to her waist as he knelt behind her.

"Watch yourself, Yor," he commanded, his voice rough with lust.

He tugged her black panties down, baring her glistening folds to his hungry gaze. Yor whimpered, feeling the cool air on her heated skin, and the anticipation building up.

Reinhard stood back up with his hard length in hand. He rubbed himself against her slick entrance, coating himself in her arousal. Then with one hard thrust, he buried himself to the hilt inside her, stretching her open on his thick cock.

"Fuck, you’re so tight," he groaned, his eyes fluttering closed at the incredible sensation. "So hot and wet and perfect..."

Yor cried out, her back arching as she pushed back against him, taking him even deeper. She could feel every thick inch of him pulsing inside her, filling her so completely. Her hands gripped the edge of the desk, knuckles turning white as she moaned.

Reinhard began to move, withdrawing until just the tip remained before slamming back in, setting a fast pace. The desk creaked beneath them, the mirror rattling with each powerful thrust. Yor watched, entranced, as her reflection moaned and writhed, matching her own pleasure.

"Ah, Reinhard... yes," she panted out, her voice echoing in the room. "You feel so good inside me, so deep..."

Reinhard gradually increased his pace, his hips snapping forward as he took her harder, faster. The desk shook with the force of his thrusts, the mirror reflecting their joined bodies, a erotic sight that made Yor burn with desire.

She glanced down at the mirror to see Reinhard’s cock disappearing inside her again and again. Each thrust made her breasts bounce, the reflection showing her pleasure etched on her face.

Yor felt a thrill of excitement seeing herself like this.

"Don’t stop, Reinhard," she begged, pushing her hips back to meet his. "Harder, please... I want to feel you so deep it hurts..."

Reinhard complied, his grip tightening as he pounded into her. The obscene sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, punctuated by Yor’s increasingly desperate moans. She could feel herself climbing, the tension coiling tighter in her body as she began approaching her peak.

In the mirror, she could see Reinhard’s face contorted in pleasure, his silver eyes dark and intense as he watched her. The sight of him, so lost in his desire for her, pushed Yor even closer to the edge. With a moan that she quickly covered, she felt her inner walls clamping down around Reinhard’s pistoning length.

Reinhard’s hips slammed against Yor’s rear, the force of his thrusts shaking the desk and rattling the mirror. He gripped her hips hard enough to leave bruises, holding her in place as he pounded into her slick heat. The room filled with the lewd sounds of their coupling, skin slapping against skin and Yor’s wanton moans.

"Fuck, Yor, you look so beautiful like this," Reinhard grunted, his eyes roving over her reflection. "Spread out for me, taking my cock so deep..."

Yor could only whimper in response, pushing her hips back to meet his powerful thrusts. She panted out, her voice thick with pleasure. "So good... don’t stop, please don’t stop..."

Reinhard’s hand slid around to her front, his fingers finding her sensitive clit.

He rubbed the swollen nub in tight circles, timing his strokes with his thrusts. Yor cried out, her head falling back as jolts of pleasure shot through her. Her inner muscles clenched around Reinhard, gripping him like a velvet vice.

"Come for me, Yor. I want to feel you come apart on my cock, squeezing me so tight..."

His other hand slid up her stomach to her breast, squeezing the soft mound, rolling her nipple between his fingers. Yor was arching into his touch, feeling the tension in her body coil tighter and tighter.

"I... I’m so close, Reinhard," she gasped out, her hips bucking erratically. "Don’t stop touching me, please... I’m going to... going to come..."

Reinhard could feel her trembling, could feel her walls fluttering around him.

He rubbed her clit harder, pinching the sensitive nub as he slammed into her, determined to push her over the edge.