Rehab for SuperVillains (18+)
Chapter 218: Liss’s appreciation

Chapter 218: Liss’s appreciation

A crack of electricity split the air, the street blurring as a bolt of lightning surged past.

Before Kael could react, Liss’s arms snatched him, the world flashing white, and he was whisked away, his stomach lurching.

His vision cleared in her sleek, modern loft, sunlight streaming through floor-to-ceiling windows, glass and steel glinting.

Liss stood before him, her superhero suit clinging to her full tits, narrow waist, and round, perfect ass, her blonde ponytail swaying, her blue eyes blazing with triumph and hunger.

"Fuck, Liss," Kael gasped, steadying himself against the door, his heart pounding. "A warning might’ve—"

She cut him off, pressing her body against his, pinning him to the door, her breasts firm against his chest, her hips grinding lightly, her pussy warm through the suit.

Her lips crashed into his without a warning, hard and deep, her tongue claiming his, her breath hot with citrus and desire.

She pulled back, her blue eyes locked on his, her voice husky, commanding. "You’re mine for the next hour, Kael. No questions. No control. Just feel the way I thank you."

His cock hardened in his jeans, her assertive heat igniting him.

She tugged his t-shirt up, slow, her fingers grazing his abs, her eyes hungry, teasing.

"Damn, you look so hot," she purred, tossing the shirt aside, her nails trailing down his chest, leaving faint red lines.

She guided him backward, her hands firm on his hips, steering him to the bed, its black silk sheets gleaming in the sunlight. "Lie down. Arms up. Don’t move them."

Kael complied, his cock throbbing, his grin sly as he stretched out, arms above his head.

Liss grabbed a red lingerie ribbon from her bedside drawer—her kinky stash always close—and bound his wrists together, tying them to the headboard, the silk soft but tight, her fingers brushing his skin, drawing a shiver.

"Good boy," she murmured, her lips curling, her tits straining the suit as she leaned over him.

She unzipped her suit, peeling it off, revealing a black thong clinging to her slick pussy, her full tits bouncing free, nipples hard and pink, her round ass a sculpted masterpiece swaying in the sunlight.

Her toned physique glowed—narrow waist, curvaceous hips, a perfect ass that begged to be touched.

She straddled his chest, her pussy close, her scent musky and intoxicating, her blue eyes gleaming with assertive intent.

Liss leaned down, kissing his neck, her lips soft, then nibbling, her teeth grazing his skin, whispering, "You look so fucking good helpless, Kael."

Her fingers teased his nipples, circling, pinching lightly, drawing a groan, his cock twitching in his jeans.

She licked one nipple, then sucked, her tongue swirling, watching him squirm, her other hand sliding lower, brushing just shy of his groin, teasing, never touching his cock yet, her grin wicked.

"You don’t get to come until I say so," she whispered, her breath hot against his ear, her tits brushing his chest, her pussy warm against his abs.

She slid down, unbuttoning his jeans, yanking them and his boxers off, his cock springing free, hard and thick, pulsing with need.

Kneeling between his legs, she gripped his shaft, her hand firm, stroking slow, just enough pressure to make him twitch, his hips bucking.

"Fuck, Liss," he groaned, his wrists straining against the ribbon, his cock throbbing under her touch.

She grinned, leaning forward, her tongue flicking the tip of his cock, teasing the sensitive ridge with slow, sensual licks.

Her lips closed around him, sucking deep, her mouth hot and wet, her tongue swirling under the head, her hand stroking the base, her other hand tugging and rolling his balls gently.

Kael moaned, his cock pulsing, her mouth relentless, her lips sliding up and down, her tongue flicking the underside, then circling the tip, her moans vibrating against him.

She alternated, stroking with her hand, then sucking deep, licking the shaft’s length, her tongue teasing his balls, her blue eyes locked on his, gleaming with assertive control.

Liss pulled back, spitting on her tits, coating them with saliva, and pressed them together, sliding his cock between her full, firm mounds for a slow, bouncing titjob, her nipples hard, her tits soft and warm, her eyes never leaving his.

"Look at you, all wrecked," she purred, kissing his thighs, nipping his hips, her hands stroking his cock, her tits squeezing him, her pussy dripping through her thong onto the bed.

She leaned up, her nails raking down his torso, leaving faint trails, her tongue dragging across his stomach, slow and deliberate, while her hand kept stroking his cock, firm and steady, her other hand squeezing his thighs, brushing his nipples again, triggering waves of pleasure.

She edged him, pulling back when his hips bucked, his cock throbbing, his groans desperate.

"Not yet," she whispered, her lips grazing his ear, her tits pressing against his chest, her pussy warm against his thigh. "You’ll come when I want it."

Liss returned to his cock, her mouth diving deep, sucking hard and fast, her tongue swirling, her hand stroking the base, her other hand tugging his balls, her moans vibrating, her tits bouncing.

"Now, Kael," she ordered, her voice thick, her eyes locked on his. "Let go."

Kael groaned, his cock pulsing, his climax crashing through him, his cum flooding her mouth, her lips tight, her tongue swirling, licking him clean, stroking slow to extend his release, her blue eyes gleaming with triumph.

She untied his wrists, her fingers gentle, massaging the faint marks, her body curling beside his, her tits nestled against his side, her pussy warm, her ass perfect against his hip.

"That’s your S-Class welcome," she grinned, her voice husky, her blue eyes warm with gratitude. "Next time’s gonna be even better."

Kael chuckled, his hand cupping her ass, fingers tracing its curve, his grin wide., "I can’t wait. But maybe give me a warning first."

"You got me to S-Class," she murmured, her lips grazing his jaw, her hips nestled against his, her breath slowing.

"This is just the start of my thanks."

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Now, a car sat idle under a half-lit streetlamp, its matte-black frame blending into the night’s shadows.

From a distance, it looked empty, still, a ghost in the urban haze.

But inside, shadows shifted, dark.

A gloved hand rested on the wheel.

Red eyes glowed in the rearview.

"If that’s how it is, then I don’t need you. Time to have some fun."

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