Chapter 256: Chapter 256: Don’t Think About Other Woman Now

"Good girl." Mika growled against her wet nipple, giving it one last slow, possessive suck before releasing it with a soft pop. "But I can’t let these perfect tits hog all the attention, can I?"

His hands slid down her sides, over the curve of her waist, until they hooked into the waistband of her skirt and panties.

In one tug he dragged them down her legs and in response, Cecilia instinctively tried to close her thighs.

But Mika was already settling back onto the hospital bed, guiding her forward until she was straddling his chest, her dripping pussy hovering inches from his face.

"Look at you." He murmured, voice thick with hunger as he took in the sight: her slender lips glistening, swollen and flushed, crowned with a neat little strip of soft hair. "Soaked already. This pretty little cunt has been waiting for me all day, hasn’t it?"

Cecilia whimbled, hands gripping the bed rails for balance. "M-Mika, wait—"

Too late.

He pulled her hips down and buried his mouth against her.

"Ahhhh!♡~ Nooo!♡~"

The first slow lick from her entrance to her clit tore a broken cry from her throat. His tongue flattened, lapping at her like he was starving, circling her clit before dipping lower to spear inside her.

"Oh god, oh god—!" Cecilia’s hips jerked, thighs trembling on either side of his head. "Why does it feel so good!♡~ Why!♡~"

Mika hummed against her folds, the vibration making her squeal. He pulled back just enough to speak, lips shiny with her slick.

"Because no finger can reach the places my tongue can, Cecilia." He dragged the tip of his tongue up her slit again, slow and filthy. "And tell me, how often do you finger yourself after a long shift?"

"Be honest. A beautiful, stressed-out doctor like you? Bet you lock your office door, hike that skirt up, and fuck yourself silly on those pretty fingers, don’t you?"

She tried to shake her head, mortified, but another deep lick made her back arch instead.

"Don’t lie to me."

He warned, voice low and dangerous. Two fingers spread her open wider, exposing every bit of her to his gaze and his tongue.

"I can taste how pent-up you are. All that stress, all that need...you shove those fingers in deep, don’t you? Trying to scratch that itch no one else ever reaches."

Cecilia’s face burned, but the pleasure was too intense to deny.

"I-I do." She admitted on a broken moan. "All the time...after long shifts, I—I can’t help it, I’m so wound up—"

"Exactly." Mika purred, before plunging his tongue back inside her, curling it against her front wall.

"Ahhh! So deep!♡~ So deeeeep!♡~" She cried out, hips grinding down involuntarily.

"Your fingers can’t do this, can they? Can’t curl right here—" He demonstrated, making her thighs spasm. "—can’t taste you, can’t suck on this swollen little clit until you’re shaking."

And to prove his point, he latched onto her clit and sucked hard, flicking it rapidly with the tip of his tongue. Cecilia’s entire body jolted, a high-pitched whine spilling from her lips.

"Haughhh!♡~ Ahh!♡~ Ahhhhh!♡~"

"That’s it." He growled between licks. "Ride my face, Cecilia. Show me how you fuck yourself when you’re alone, imagining someone finally taking care of this needy pussy."

"I—I can’t—it’s too much—" She sobbed, but her hips were already rolling, chasing his mouth.

"You can." He commanded, voice muffled against her as he devoured her, tongue thrusting deep, then retreating to swirl around her clit again. "You’ve been starving for this. Let me taste how sweet you come when someone finally eats you like you deserve."

"Lick!♡~ Mmph!♡~ Ahh!♡~ Suck!♡~"

His hands gripped her ass, spreading her wider, holding her exactly where he wanted as he feasted: long, slow licks, quick flicks, deep thrusts of his tongue that made obscene wet sounds in the quiet room.

"Mmm!♡~ Ahhh!♡~ Slurp!♡~ Nnn!���~"

Cecilia’s moans also grew louder, more desperate, her fingers tangling in his hair as her thighs shook around his head.

"That’s it, beautiful." He rasped, pulling back just long enough to blow a cool stream of air over her throbbing clit, making her whimper. "Come all over my tongue."

"Let me drink every drop you’ve been saving up after all those lonely nights with just your fingers."

And with one final, perfect suck on her clit, Cecilia shattered, thighs clamping around his head, a broken cry tearing from her throat as she came hard against his mouth.

"Schlurp!♡~ Splish!♡~ Splat!♡~ Squish!♡~"

Her hips buckled helplessly while he licked her through every spash, every aftershock, until she was a trembling, gasping mess above him.

Only then did he ease her down until her back was pressed against the bed, pressing one last gentle kiss to her oversensitive clit before looking up at her with dark, satisfied eyes and a slick-shiny grin.

"This..." He declared, voice full with satisfaction. "This is how a woman should look after I touch her: moaning, twitching, dripping, completely fucking undone."

"A little licking, a little nipple-twisting, and she’s rolling around the bed like she can’t survive another second without my cock." He said before he shook his head, a wry smirk tugging at his mouth. "Not like earlier...someone just lie there smiling like it’s nothing, like I’m not even a man."

Cecilia, still panting and crumpled beneath him, blinked through the haze of pleasure, curiosity overriding her shyness.

"W-What do you mean by that?" She managed, voice hoarse. "Who...Who exactly are you comparing me to right now?"

Mika gave her a crooked, almost bitter smile.

"There’s this girl I know...no matter what I do to her in bed, no matter how hard I try, how deep I go, how much I worship her body, she just giggles. Treats it like a joke. She looks at me with that same sweet smile, like I’m not even fucking her senseless. It’s like she doesn’t even register me as a man."

Hearing this, Cecilia’s eyes widened in genuine disbelief.

"How is that possible!?" She breathed, still trembling from aftershocks. "You...You barely touched me and I’m already on fire. My whole body feels like it’s melting."

"So, how can any woman just...lie there and smile?"

Mika leaned down, caging her beneath him, his bare chest pressing against her sensitive nipples. Their faces were inches apart, his eyes dark and intense.

"So you really feel it, huh?" He murmured, voice low and dangerous. "Every single thing I do to you...your body’s shaking because of me?"

Cecilia gulped, cheeks burning, and gave a tiny, shy nod.

"H-How could I not?" She whispered. "You’re...you’re so good. It’s obvious you’re some kind of genius playboy like I said earlier. Only someone who’s been with a hundred women could make me feel like this in minutes."

But then a flicker of irritation crossed her face, mixed with something softer—jealousy.

"But..." She looked away, lips pursing in a tiny pout. "Just because you’re a playboy doesn’t mean you have to talk about another woman while you’re in bed with me."

She mumbled, voice small but indignant.

"I may act all strong and professional, but...I’m still a lady. And a lady wants these moments to feel like they’re only between her and her partner. I don’t want to hear about anyone else right now."

Mika’s eyes softened for a split second—then darkened with pure, possessive hunger.

God, she was adorable when she pouted like that.

He didn’t answer with words.

Instead he crashed his mouth against hers, kissing her so deeply, so fiercely that his tongue pushed all the way to the back of her throat—like he was trying to pour every ounce of want into her.

"Mmm!♡~ Mmm!♡~ Kiss!♡~ Mmm!♡~ Slurp!♡~"

Cecilia moaned into the kiss, hands flying to his shoulders, while at the same time, his free hand yanked his belt open.

The zipper rasped down, and then—thwump—his cock sprang free, heavy and burning hot against her belly.

Cecilia’s eyes snapped open mid-kiss, a muffled squeak vibrating against his tongue.

Even through the haze of the kiss she could feel it: thick, pulsing, impossibly heavy, the weight alone pressing down on her stomach like a slab of heated steel.

The fat crown nudged her navel, smearing precum across her skin, and she realized with a jolt that the tip was already poking her belly button.

She broke the kiss with a gasp, staring down in wide-eyed panic and Mika just grinned, shifting his hips so the blunt head dragged downward, leaving a glistening trail, until it nestled right against her soaked entrance.

"M-Mika—wait—!" She stammered, legs trembling. "It’s too— you can’t—!"

But it was already too late.

One single, merciless thrust.

Half his length speared into her in one brutal stroke.

"Haaah!?!?"

Cecilia’s back bowed off the bed, a ragged scream tearing from her throat as her walls stretched around impossible girth.

Her whole body seized, pussy clamping down in frantic spasms as an orgasm crashed through her from the sheer size of him.

"SO BIG—!" She wailed, voice cracking, nails digging into his shoulders. "Oh god, oh god—! Why is it so damn big—?! It’s splitting me—! I can’t—!"

Mika too groaned, forehead dropping to hers, savoring the way she fluttered and milked the half of him buried inside her.

"Fuck, Cecilia." He rasped, voice raw. "Feel that? That’s what a real cock does to a needy little pussy. No fingers, no toys—just me, ruining you for anyone else."

She could only sob and nod, legs shaking uncontrollably, another wave of climax rippling through her as he held still, letting her feel all of his throbbing thickness.

"Shh." He soothed, kissing away the tears at the corners of her eyes. "Breathe, Cecilia. You’re taking me so well. Just half, and you’re already coming again. Imagine when I give you the rest."

Cecilia whimpered, hips jerking helplessly, her body already surrendering to the overwhelming truth: she was never going to be the same after this.