My Taboo Harem System

Chapter 128: I Want to You

Their lips met again, slow and demanding, his mouth claiming hers with raw need.

He gripped her full, plush ass with possessive hunger, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as though claiming every inch of it.

Her curvy flesh spilled between his fingers, pressing insistently against his palm—so thick, so inviting that it stole his breath away.

"Mmm... please Denzel...I want you dickk."

A low, muffled moan slipped from her lips, but she never broke from his touch.

His hands never stopped moving. They roamed over her ass, squeezing and kneading each soft cheek, every lingering touch sending another wave of heat coursing through her body.

The slow rhythm of their bodies swaying together matched the pace of their deep, lingering kiss. Their lips remained locked, moving in a tender yet passion-filled dance as neither of them seemed willing to pull away.

With their eyes closed, completely lost in the intoxicating moment, they shared a quiet symphony of whispered breaths, muffled moans, and soft gasps that escaped between each kiss.

Beneath his hands, Denzel became acutely aware of the unmistakable pressure building inside his pants. His cock had grown hard, swelling heavier and more demanding with every squeeze, every brush of her body against his.

Unable to resist any longer, he shifted one hand from her ass and slid it up to her shoulder. Keeping her close, he gently but firmly turned her until she was fully facing him, never once breaking the intimacy between them.

Her full, heavy breasts clapped together from the motion—round, lush, and impossibly soft. They rested naturally, their hardened nipples standing proudly against the cool air.

His eyes drank in every inch of them, lingering on the pale peaks that teased through her smooth skin, flushed and achingly sensitive.

Almost instinctively, her hand lifted as though to shield herself or cradle her breast, but before she could, he caught her wrist in a possessive grip, gently stopping the movement.

Leaning in once more, he captured her lips in one last searing kiss—slow, demanding, electric. Only after savoring every second did his mouth begin to trail downward, leaving a path of lingering kisses along her jaw and throat before reaching the soft valley between her breasts.

His breathing had become ragged, each warm, uneven breath washing over her sensitive skin and sending shivers racing through her body.

A low moan escaped her throat as her fingers slipped around the back of his neck, pulling him even closer, silently pleading for more.

Oh, Denzel... she thought, a growing heat pooling between her legs.

This is... eccentric.

Without another moment’s hesitation, his lips parted, and the tip of his tongue brushed teasingly across her nipple. The first touch was slow and featherlight, little more than a whisper against her sensitive flesh.

Then, unable to hold himself back, his hunger deepened. He drew her breast into his mouth, his warm, eager lips enveloping the sensitive flesh as his tongue traced slow, torturous circles around the hardened bud, each flick and languid lick sending fresh waves of pleasure through her.

At the same time, his free hand rose naturally to her other breast, cupping its full weight with unmistakable reverence.

His fingers kneaded and squeezed the soft flesh with slow, greedy motions, molding the fullness of her breast in his palm as wave after wave of heat radiated through her body.

Her breath caught in her throat. Her eyes remained fixed on his mouth as it continued to claim more of her, taking in more and more of her sensitive flesh. Her fingers stroked the nape of his neck before tangling gently through his hair, and her body arched toward him almost on instinct, helplessly craving every lingering sensation he gave her.

His breath hitched as his fingers pressed more firmly into the plush softness of her breasts, kneading and squeezing them while his lips hungrily captured her nipple, drawing it into his mouth with slow, teasing pulls.

Damnit... She’s turned me on entirely... he thought, his pulse hammering in his ears.

I want to feel her around me. I want her right now.

Reluctantly, he pulled away, breaking the kiss with a soft, hungry sigh.

His hands slid slowly down her sides, fingertips grazing her skin before he beheld his prize- her glistening pussy.

A moment later, his cock sprang free, thick and pulsing with restrained need.

His fingers wrapped firmly around the shaft, feeling the hard length twitch in his grasp as he gave it a slow stroke before guiding it toward her waiting body.

Denzel stepped between Maria’s trembling thighs, his gaze never leaving hers.

Her wide eyes remained fixed on him, her cheeks flushed a deep crimson, her lips parted with quiet anticipation. She had already felt him in her hands, already tasted him—but now she lay before him, her body open to him, trembling with expectation.

He gently pressed the head of his cock against her slick folds.

The instant they touched, a shiver rippled through her body. Warm arousal coated him immediately, making her already evident desire impossible to mistake.

Taking his time, he slowly traced the tip along her slit, moving with deliberate patience, letting her feel every inch of him before going any further.

A soft gasp escaped Maria’s lips as her hips twitched almost instinctively at the teasing contact. Her breathing grew uneven, her chest rising and falling with each quick breath. A flicker of uncertainty crossed her mind at whether she could truly take him, yet the desire burning inside her drowned out every hesitation.

Finding her entrance, Denzel adjusted his stance and began to press forward.

She was unbelievably tight.

Her body clung to him with every fraction of an inch, resisting his slow advance before gradually yielding. A low groan escaped him as he forced himself to remain patient, easing forward bit by bit, allowing her body time to adjust.

Her fingers tightened around the sheets beneath her as her eyes fluttered closed. A quiet moan slipped from her lips, the sensation blurring the line between discomfort and pleasure until she could no longer separate the two.

Denzel leaned over her, his lips brushing near her ear as his voice dropped into a rough whisper.

"You’re taking me so well."

He continued forward at an unhurried pace until their bodies were finally pressed together.

A tremor ran through Maria as the fullness overwhelmed her senses. She clung to him, her breathing unsteady, her body instinctively drawing him closer.

Then, after lingering there for a brief moment, Denzel slowly drew back before pressing forward once again with a deeper, deliberate motion.

Maria’s breath caught sharply.

The sound that escaped her lips came before she could stop it, her body finally surrendering completely to the overwhelming sensation.

"Ohhh! I’m coming!"

And there came the familiar harmony Denzel loved to hear.