Chapter 135

Ichigo stepped forward, the heavy weight of his cock swaying slightly as he gripped the base with one hand, stroking it slowly—his eyes locked on hers.

"You ready for me?" he asked, voice low and thick with hunger.

Rukia didn’t respond. She didn’t need to.

She simply turned, hips rising as she positioned herself on her knees, elbows pressed against the mattress, presenting herself to him without shame. Her slick folds glistened, trembling, twitching with need.

Ichigo cursed under his breath.

He stepped in behind her, one hand gripping the base of his cock, the other settling on her waist. He rubbed the swollen head along her soaked slit—up and down, parting her folds again, teasing her entrance.

She gasped at the contact, her hips pushing back instinctively. “Stop teasing…” she whispered, her voice shaking with need.

But Ichigo smirked.

“You said you missed this pussy, right?” Rukia threw back, glancing over her shoulder at him—flushed, daring, aching. “Then stop playing with it.”

That was it.

He pressed forward—and slid inside her.

Slowly. Inch by inch. Her heat sucked him in, tight and wet, and so damn hot that he had to grit his teeth to keep from losing it immediately.

“F-fuck… you feel even tighter than I remember,” he groaned, his fingers digging into her hips.

Rukia gasped, back arching, a long breath shuddering from her lungs as he filled her. “I-It’s been a while, idiot…” she murmured, biting her lip. “Now move.”

Ichigo pulled back until only the head remained—then slammed into her again, hard.

The sound of skin meeting skin echoed in the room.

Smack.

Rukia choked on a moan, body jerking forward from the force, but she didn’t fall—she pushed back, meeting his thrusts with her own.

He grabbed a fistful of her hair, pulling her head back as he leaned over her, his hips pistoning into her from behind. “You talk a lot of shit… but your pussy’s honest,” he growled against her ear.

Wet sounds filled the room. Slick. Messy. Addictive.

Her moans came faster now, breathless and uncontrollable. "Ah—ahh—f-fuck, Ichigo… faster… please—"

He obeyed.

His hips snapped harder, faster, deeper, the bed beneath them creaking with every thrust. Her ass bounced against his stomach, soft and firm, her body jerking with each deep stroke.

Ichigo pulled her even closer, angling his hips until—

“Ohhh fuuuckk—” Rukia screamed into the mattress, her body locking up as he hit that exact spot inside her, again and again.

“That’s it,” Ichigo growled, his breath hot on her neck. “Right there, huh? That’s what you want?”

“Yes—yes, yes—right there, please, I’m gonna—!”

Her orgasm slammed into her, a sudden, all-consuming wave that left her trembling. Her pussy clenched hard around him, pulsing with desperate, fluttering spasms as her cries were muffled by the sheets.

Ichigo didn’t stop.

He rode out her climax, the tight grip of her walls pulling him closer to the edge. He grunted, thrusts growing erratic as his own release built.

“Rukia—I’m gonna cum,” he warned.

She looked back at him, dazed and breathless, but smiling. “Inside… just do it.”

With a final deep thrust, Ichigo groaned low and hard, burying himself to the hilt.

His cock twitched inside her.

Hot ropes of cum spilled into her, his body tensing as he emptied himself deep in her core. Her pussy milked every drop, still clenching gently around him, soft spasms of aftershock rippling through her.

They stayed like that for a moment—panting, slick with sweat and release.

Then Ichigo slowly pulled out, watching as a bit of his cum dripped from between her thighs.

“…Shit,” he muttered, collapsing beside her.

Rukia rolled onto her side, cheeks flushed, hair messy, chest still rising and falling.

“You’re still an idiot,” she murmured, snuggling against his chest.

Ichigo smirked, wrapping an arm around her. “Yeah… but I’m your idiot.”

He brushed her hair back with gentle fingers, lips ghosting over her temple.

Then he whispered, voice still rough with hunger, “Also… we’re not done yet. Turn around.”

Rukia blinked, dazed and sore—but the heat in his eyes reignited the spark inside her. Her body responded before her words could. She rolled onto her stomach, propping herself up on her elbows, arching her hips instinctively.

Ichigo took a moment to admire the view—her toned back, that small curve of her waist, the soft swell of her ass rising into the air. His cum still trickled faintly between her thighs, glistening.

He bit his lip. “Fuck…”

Her head turned slightly. “You gonna stare all night, or are you gonna fuck me?”

That did it.

Ichigo knelt behind her, hands gripping her hips. He lined himself up again, his cock already half-hard and growing fast, slick from their earlier round.

Rukia gasped when she felt the heavy weight of it resting between her cheeks, the tip brushing her entrance. “Still so ready for me,” he murmured, more to himself than her. “You take it like a fucking champ.”

Then he slid in again.

The stretch hit her harder this time—more sensitive, more raw. Her back arched, face pressing into the sheets as a high-pitched moan escaped her lips. “Ah—Ichigo…”

His hands roamed her back, then gripped her ass, pulling her open as he buried himself fully.

And once he bottomed out—

He started thrusting.

Hard.

The sound of their bodies clapping echoed around the hospital room like a dirty rhythm only they knew. Each thrust made her cheeks bounce, soft flesh rippling with every slap of his hips.

Smack. Smack. Smack.

“F-fuck, that ass—” Ichigo hissed, watching it jiggle beneath his grip. “I’m never gonna get tired of this view.”

Rukia could barely respond—each thrust drove her forward, stole her breath. Her hands clenched the sheets. Her voice was nothing but moans now, soft cries muffled into the bed.

Her pussy welcomed him again, tighter this time, raw from the earlier round, but still dripping—slick, messy, perfect.

Ichigo shifted slightly, adjusting his angle—

And found her spot again.

“Ahhh—r-right there, Ichigo! Don’t stop!” she screamed, voice cracking.

Her body trembled under him, her walls fluttering around his cock as her second orgasm rushed up fast—unrelenting, blinding.

Ichigo kept going through it, his thrusts sloppier now, rougher. Her juices soaked his thighs, and his grip tightened.

He was close.

“I’m gonna… fuck, I’m gonna cum—” he growled.

But this time, he pulled out at the last second.

His hand wrapped around his slick shaft, pumping fast. He aimed—right over her round, flushed ass.

Thick spurts of cum burst from him, painting her cheeks in messy white ropes. One. Two. Three… even more than he expected.

Rukia panted beneath him, still shaking from her orgasm, as warm drops landed on her skin.

A breathless laugh escaped her lips. “You seriously just came all over my ass?”

Ichigo leaned over, placing a kiss between her shoulder blades. “What? You didn’t say I couldn’t.”

She scoffed playfully, cheeks still flushed. “You’re such a guy.”

He grinned. “Damn right I am.”

Then he grabbed a towel from nearby and gently began cleaning her off.


TO BE CONTINUED