Transmigrated As An SSS Ranked MILF Overlord
Chapter 79: No Control(1)(R18+)[Bonus]

Chapter 79: No Control(1)(R18+)[Bonus]

’Stevien...What are you doing?’ The thought burned in Fiona’s mind, even as her body moved on its own.

’I... I can’t control myself...no...I can...This is all me.’ Her heartbeat thundered. Her thoughts raced, tangled in heat and confusion.

’Let me help you...?’ she had thought.

’He had been awake. Every time. And yet—he wasn’t angry. He didn’t pull away. No...No, he stayed... I thought he would hate me if he found out but...He loved it.’

Her gaze dropped to his lips oncr more. They parted, barely. Just enough to tempt her. She leaned in—slow, steady. No rush. Just hunger wrapped in restraint.

He moved too.

And then...their mouths met.

A kiss—soft, slow, charged with tension. Lips brushed, tasted, pressed. Her breath caught as his hand rose, curling beneath her jaw, holding her with a quiet dominance.

He kissed her deeper now—languid, warm, aching.

Her body melted into his.

Then he pulled back, barely. His lips hovered above hers, breath mingling. His eyes dragged across her mouth before meeting her gaze again—dark, wanting.

Then he kissed her again.

Slower this time.

His hand moved on instinct—slow at first, like he was savoring the path his fingers carved down her body. He trailed along the elegant line of her neck, brushing the sensitive dip of her collarbone, then followed the curve of her side.

And then he found her breast.

Soft. Full. Warm.

He cupped it without hesitation. His fingers spread wide, greedy and reverent all at once, claiming every inch of her.

He squeezed, slow and firm, making her gasp into his mouth.

His fingers moved in slow, deliberate circles over the full, heavy curves of her breasts, squeezing them with a confident, possessive pressure.

They were large, plush, and soft beneath his touch, filling his hands completely.

Even through the thin fabric of her garment, he could feel the hard peak of her nipple, teasing it beneath his palm.

He didn’t hesitate. He continued—caressing, pressing, kneading—his touch both gentle and demanding.

A soft moan slipped from her lips, barely a sound, but enough to betray the fire burning inside her. Still, her mouth never left his, their kiss deepening as he explored her.

The tension between them thickened, electric and raw, as he pressed on, undeterred by anything or anyone who might be watching.

Her hand slid down, fingers trembling but eager, until they found the heavy, hard length pressing insistently against his pants.

She wrapped her palm around his print, feeling the full, thick weight of his cock through the fabric—the undeniable imprint of his hardness.

A rush of memory slammed into her—the slick warmth when she’d stroked him, the taste of his cum spilling inside her mouth, the ache of his cock pressing hard against her soft, swollen arms.

That raw, intimate closeness throbbed beneath her skin, setting her nerves alight.

Her lips crushed against his, breath hot and ragged, as her hand began to move.

Slowly at first, then with growing confidence, she stroked him through the thin barrier—fingertips tracing the rigid outline, teasing every thick inch with deliberate, possessive pressure.

Each gentle glide sent shivers pulsing through her, a delicious ache spreading low and deep.

The hardness pressed back beneath her palm, rigid and demanding, begging for more.

She kissed him deeper, her body burning with want, lost in the intoxicating rhythm of touch and heat.

Fiona’s lips stayed pressed to his, soft and hungry.

His hand remained firmly cupping her breasts, squeezing with a slow, deliberate pressure that made her skin flush and pulse beneath his touch.

Then, almost reluctantly, he pulled back just enough to meet her eyes—dark, intense, flickering with desire and caution.

"We shouldn’t be doing this here." he murmured, voice low and rough.

His gaze darted nervously across the courtyard, searching for prying eyes...although there were none, it was still far too risky.

The raw need to rip away her clothes and claim her right there was almost unbearable, but the risk held him back.

Yet the fire in his eyes didn’t wane; it only deepened, hungry for more.

He locked eyes with her.

"Do you have somewhere private we could go?"

She smiled, slow and wicked, fingers tightening around his hand as she pulled him upright.

Her touch was electrifying—commanding, yet teasing.

Without hesitation, she led him away, her body brushing against his with every step.

They moved away from the courtyard, slipping into the shadows where no one could stop what was coming.

Click.

The bathroom door swung shut behind them, the sharp snap echoing like a promise.

Fiona’s fingers swiftly moved to Steve’s belt and deftly untied his belt from around his waist and secured it tight across the door handle, pulling it taut to lock them inside—sealed away from prying eyes.

She scanned the empty bathroom quickly, flickering her eyes at all sides, then turned back, eyes burning with desire.

Without hesitation, she closed the distance, wrapping her hand around his neck, her lips crashing onto his in a fierce, demanding kiss.

Her eyes fluttered closed, surrendering completely to the moment, but his hands were far from reverent—they were hungry, urgent.

His palm slid beneath her garment, slipping over the soft curve of her fat ass.

’Mmm...there it is...I’ve missed this...fat...butt.’

He didn’t pause, didn’t hesitate. His fingers pressed deep into the warm, pliant flesh, exploring every inch of her fullness with greedy intent.

He pulled her closer, his hand cupping her heavy cheeks with a possessive hunger, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as if claiming every inch.

Her curvy flesh spilled through his hand, pressing insistently against his palm—so thick, so inviting.

Mmmm

A low, muffled moan escaped her lips, but she didn’t break their kiss. Instead, she melted closer, her heavy breasts pressing firmly against his chest, fueling the fire between them.

His hands never faltered, roaming and squeezing her ass cheeks, each press sending waves of heat through her.

The slow rhythm of their bodies moving together matched the deep, lingering kiss, their lips locked in a tender yet charged dance.

Eyes closed, lost in the intoxicating pleasure, they shared the quiet symphony of whispered breaths and soft gasps.

Beneath his hands, Steve felt the unmistakable swell of his cock, hardening against his pants, growing heavier and more urgent with every touch.

With a sudden surge, he adjusted his hands under her, lifting her easily off the ground.

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