10x God-Tier Stealing System: Pumping S-Rank SuperHeroines Daily!-Chapter 199 - Her Wet Little Mouth

The wet, obscene sound of the impact echoed in the quiet room, raw and degrading, as his thick cock slid heavily along her tongue and pressed bluntly against the very back of her throat.

"Gghkk—!"

Lira gagged sharply, her hands flying to his solid thighs again—this time not with defiant fire, but with genuine panic. Her manicured nails dug into his skin. Her pale legs kicked uselessly against the tangled bedspread.

But he didn’t stop his assault.

His brutal grip on her hair yanked her head forward into his punishing rhythm, forcefully making her take every single shallow, stretching thrust.

Glk—glk—glk.

"You had all that pretty venom in your mouth," he muttered darkly, his hips rocking forward with cruel, deliberate purpose. "All that self-righteous hate in your voice earlier, and now... look at you. Taking my cock like you were built for it."

"Ghhkkk! Hkkk—!"

Hot tears clung to the corners of her eyes, thick and glossy, as her delicate throat fluttered helplessly around his massive girth. She pushed frantically at his heavy hips—not weakly, not playfully—her small palms shoving hard, her fingers trembling as if desperately trying to say enough, stop, fuck you.

He looked down at the mess he was making of her.

At her deeply flushed cheeks. Her soft lips stretched painfully wide around his thick shaft. Her striking golden eyes, now overly bright with a potent mix of rage, humiliation, and hot tears.

And he let out a dark groan.

"You don’t even know, do you? How stupidly beautiful you look right now?"

Another heavy thrust. A fraction deeper. Her small nose bumped hard against his rigid pelvis, and she coughed—a wet, desperate sound.

"Kkkhhh!"

The noise was pitiful, her wet lashes fluttering rapidly.

She frantically tried to pull her head back. She tried to fight him again—and he allowed it. He let her retreat just a single inch.

Then he forcefully dragged her right back onto him.

Again.

Schlk. 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

Again.

Glk—glkk—slrrk.

He kept up the brutal pace until her sore throat finally stopped violently resisting and slowly began to yield. Not willingly. Just out of pure, exhausted instinct.

Her stretched lips grew incredibly slick, thick spit beginning to foam at the corners of her mouth.

"Mmghhh...!"

Her hands slapped much softer at his thighs now. There was significantly less rage. Far more desperate pleading.

Her small body trembled entirely.

Her golden eyes openly begged for mercy.

Still, he held her firmly in place—his own chest heaving as he breathed hard, his jaw gritted tightly as if he were fighting a losing battle to maintain his own control.

"You didn’t need to be broken, Lira. You just needed someone who saw all your pretty arrogance... and didn’t flinch."

Her jaw ached fiercely.

Stretched impossibly wide around his rigid cock, her lips slick and incredibly sore, Lira could barely pull in a breath—not with the punishing way Cruxius was holding her head, and certainly not with the way he thrust now, completely abandoning the shallow pace for deep, bruising strokes.

Schrrklkk—glk—glrp.

His grip was absolutely brutal.

Both of his massive fists were now tangled deep in her pink hair, yanking her head forcefully forward until her delicate nose was smashed flat against his hot skin, her throat stuffed entirely full with his length.

"Ggghhhkk—!"

"Ukk—kkghhh!"

She gagged hard around him—loud, messy, and wet—a desperate, choking noise that vibrated straight up his thick length and made the muscles in his thighs twitch with pleasure.

"That sound. Make it again."

"That pathetic noise you just made? Do it again. Let it all out. I want to feel it."

He didn’t wait for her to comply.

He pulled his hips back, finally letting her gasp for air.

"Hhhhaah—!"

She took a ragged, spit-filled, desperate drag of oxygen.

Then he shoved his hips forward again. Harder than before.

Slrrk!

His powerful hips snapped forward, the thick base of his cock slapping violently against her bruised lips. Spit flew, thick drool hanging from her damp chin like a ruined, silver thread.

Lira coughed weakly against him, her abused throat convulsing tightly around the thick, veiny length invading her.

"Khhk—ghhhkkk!"

Her golden eyes streamed freely now, and they weren’t soft, pleading tears—they were furious ones. She glared up at him through the watery blur, her small fists pounding against his muscular thighs with rapidly growing desperation.

He looked down at her as though she were something divine, completely ruined just for him.

Her pink hair was a tangled mess in his unforgiving grip, her soft lips ringed a bruised red, her mouth obscenely, completely full with his flesh. Her golden eyes—normally so proud, so sharp, so defiantly arrogant—were now glossy, angry, and deeply humiliated.

And still...

Still, she didn’t stop taking him.

Even as she pushed uselessly against him, even as her manicured nails raked desperately at his hips, she didn’t attempt to bite. She didn’t try to scream.

She just took it.

"Yeah?" he spat, panting heavily above her. "Still got that righteous fight in you? Keep fighting me, Lira. Let me feel it."

He used her pretty mouth exactly like it was his property—like it belonged solely to him. He fucked her face with savage, unrelenting strokes, the wet, hollow suck of each deep thrust sounding obscene as it echoed in the quiet room.

Glk—glk—glk.

Her saliva poured freely, thick and constantly dripping, smeared messily across her stretched lips, coating his dark cock, and running in heavy lines down her chin to her exposed chest.

"Uhhhnggh—"

"Mmghhhk!"

Her hands trembled violently now. One hand weakly tried to brace herself on his sweaty thigh, while the other pathetically pushed at his rigid stomach.

She was genuinely choking.

Again and again.

Gghkk—ghhhk—!

She gasped desperately each time he gave her half a second to breathe before ruthlessly hammering right back into her throat.

Her entire body trembled uncontrollably—not in pleasure, not quite yet—just from the sheer, overwhelming overload of physical sensation.

And yet...

She never once shook her head no.

Not a single time.

Her pale legs squeezed tight against the mattress. Her small fingers clutched at his skin. Her lips kept a perfect, wet seal around his thick shaft even as her beautiful face flushed a deep crimson and tears poured steadily down her cheeks.

And then, he felt it—that subtle, undeniable shift.

It was the exact moment her soft tongue stopped fighting the intrusion and finally started curling submissively under him, eagerly dragging across the highly sensitive underside of his cock, even as he continued to brutalize her throat. Her frantic gag reflex flinched once, fluttered weakly—and then slowly faded into acceptance.

Cruxius let out a massive groan.

It was deep. Guttural. An animalistic sound that seemed to tear its way up from the base of his spine.

"Now you’re really letting me in, huh? You act like you hated this. But your wet little mouth is telling me something completely different."

Five agonizing minutes later—

"H-Hah—!"

Lira’s sharp cry tore out of her throat, completely raw and broken. Her head slammed heavily back onto the mattress, her messy pink hair whipping wildly around her damp, flushed face. Her mouth hung open as she panted for precious air, a thick line of drool glistening on her swollen bottom lip. Her jaw trembled violently from the brutal, prolonged stretch it had just endured.

A thick, silver line of saliva still intimately connected her mouth to the swollen, rapidly twitching tip of Cruxius’s cock.

It hung there between them, stretched thin and deeply obscene... until—pat—it finally snapped, landing across her burning cheek in a warm, humiliating splatter.