Dominance Evolution System: Sweat, Sex, and Streetball-Chapter 208: [R18]Against the Wall, Out of Time

Back in Hangar 47, Victoria ’s amused smile was gone now. She drummed her fingers faster on the armrest, her eyes rolling so hard they could spin out of her head.

She’d had enough, Nia’s endless babble was like nails on a chalkboard, jumping from one stupid idea to the next without any point.

"Think, Ma’am, think! Think about the chemistry! Baby-Boom and our team? It’d be magic! Those girls could teach Nash all their idol dances, imagine him learning the cute steps, popping and locking like a pro. Or wait, picture this: Nash in a skirt! Yeah, a fluffy one, doing the helicopter, you know, hehe, like sway, sway, whoosh! Hahaha, it’d fly up like a tornado! No, but seriously... he’d look so funny, but like, in a hot way, right? Don’t you think it’s so big that if he moves fast enough it could make some wind? Talk about blow-job. HAHAHA!"

There was no real argument anymore, just silly nonsense that was clearly meant to drag things out. And still no ping from Dahlia? That was the last straw.

Victoria rubbed her temples hard, her fingers pressing into her skin like she was trying to squeeze out the headache Nia had caused.

Without even looking at her, she spoke.

"Look, I’m going to take a breath, open my eyes, and the next thing I want to see is a quiet bitch."

Nia let out a small squeak, and froze completely, her body stiff, eyes wide like a deer in headlights.

She didn’t dare move or say a word, her pose now looking silly and awkward.

Victoria took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling slowly, then opened her eyes. She glared at Nia for a good ten seconds, her stare like ice daggers.

Nia started to sweat, a bead trickling down her forehead, her arms trembling a little from holding the position, but she stayed silent, not even blinking.

Finally, Victoria broke the stare, pulling out her phone. She composed a number quickly, Dahlia’s, and hit call, putting it to her ear as she grabbed her jacket and headed for the door.

The line rang, but no answer yet.

What the hell is going on? she thought, storming out.

Nia waited until the door was closed, then collapsed onto the floor with a relieved sigh.

Whew, close one... Well... hope Nash got what he needed.

She took her phone.

Back to Nash at the Midnight Rest, he was still holding Dahlia up in his arms, her body wrapped around him tightly, his big dick deep inside her as he carried her toward the wall.

She was moaning softly, her ass shaking in his hands from the slow thrusts, completely lost in the pleasure.

Suddenly, his phone started vibrating in his pocket—buzz, buzz. Nash’s pulse quickened, his heart pounding hard, eyes widening a bit.

It’s her... or... wait, he thought, freezing in place.

Was it Nia’s signal, or a random phone call? He had to make sure. The plan was three buzzes in a row if Victoria left. He stayed immobile, not moving an inch, his dick still buried deep in Dahlia, holding her up.

As he had stopped moving, Dahlia started to recover a little from the haze, her breaths slowing. She lifted her head from his shoulder, eyes blinking confused.

"Nash... what’s going on?" she asked, her pussy still clenching around him lightly.

Nash didn’t answer right away, staying completely immobile, then gritted his teeth as it happened—buzz, buzz again, and a third time.

Three times, just like planned.

Shit, Victoria’s coming, he thought, mind racing. Time was up.

"Is something wrong?" As Dahlia asked again, her hand touching his face, but then, Nash moved fast.

He pinned her hard against the wall, the one she didn’t want, then he started slamming his hips violently, thrusting deep and rough, his big dick pounding into her over and over, hitting her cervix hard each time.

Dahlia gasped loudly, her eyes going wide in shock, then melting into pleasure.

"Ahh! Nash—what—oh fuck!" she moaned, her body jolting with each slam, ass bouncing in his grip, pussy gushing wet around him as the sudden roughness drove her crazy again.

Nash stopped holding back, his hips pulled back fast, then crashed forward violently, his massive dick plunging deep into her soaking pussy with brutal force.

Each slam was like a hammer blow, the thick head battering her cervix, stretching her walls to the limit.

"Ahh! Nash! Fuck!" Dahlia’s gasp turned into a surprised scream. Her body jolted up the wall from each impact, tits bouncing wildly, fluids gushing out in hot spurts around his shaft with every thrust.

The squirt sprayed between them, soaking his pants and shirt, dripping down her thighs and puddling on the floor below.

How would he even get out now soaked like that? Well, it didn’t mattered anymore, he had one thing to do and he received his only clue at the same time as a countdown.

Dahlia could only moan now, loud and raw, her voice breaking into high-pitched cries that filled the room.

"Oh—! god—! Nash—! Ah! Ahh!" Her eyes rolled up to the ceiling, staring blankly as pleasure overloaded her, head turning side to side wildly, left, right, whipping her hair around like she was lost in a storm.

No words left, just endless moans, louder and louder, her mouth open wide as the train of pleasure hit her non-stop, wave after wave crashing through her body.

Nash went really hard, his thrusts relentless, squeezing her body tightly as he moved her against the wall. His large hands gripped her ass cheeks firmly, fingers digging into the soft flesh, kneading and spreading them wide to let him pound deeper.

He rubbed her back roughly up and down the wall with each slam, hoping the friction from her body would trigger any hidden mechanism, maybe a panel, a switch, something secret behind the surface.

Come on, give me something, he thought, gritting his teeth, his mind sharp despite the heat building in him.

Then he stopped carrying her fully, his hands left her ass, palming flat against the wall on either side of her head.

Her full weight dropped onto his massive cock, impaling her deeper than ever, the thick length supporting her like a spike as gravity pulled her down hard.

She screamed instantly, a deep, high-pitched cry that should have alerted all security, if the walls hadn’t been soundproof.

Her body slid upward under the force of his thrust, then crashed back down, her vagina stretched to its breaking point.

The impact hit her cervix like a thunderbolt, sending shockwaves of raw, overwhelming pleasure-pain through her core.

Successive thrusts bombed her without mercy, slam after slam, his hips pistoning like a machine, each one burying him to the hilt, the bulge in her belly swelling grotesquely with every brutal entry.

Her screams filled the room, her head thrashing wildly, eyes filled with tears of ecstasy.

She was a ragdoll in his grip, her body convulsing uncontrollably, tits slamming against his chest with each violent collision.

Her pussy clamped down in endless spasms, squirting explosively with every deep hit, soaking his abs in forceful sprays, drenching the wall behind her and their feet ended up in a sticky puddle.

The fluids gushed relentlessly, her inner walls fluttering and contracting, milking him as orgasm piled on orgasm, no end to the chain, each squirt stronger, wetter, her thighs quivering violently, muscles seizing in euphoric overload, but never did it look like she was losing energy.

In opposite, every climax was stronger than the previous.

Nash squeezed her body harder against the wall, his palms rubbing and pressing the surface, fingers digging into any seam or texture.

Come on, click, open, anything, please...

His own climax was building like a volcano, balls tightening, the pressure coiling in his core as her squirting pussy gripped him like a fist.

He slammed one final destructive, mind-breaking thrust, roaring as he erupted inside her.

Thick, hot ropes of cum flood her depths, mixing with her gushes in a creamy torrent that overflowed, spilling out in messy streams down his shaft.

Dahlia’s ultimate scream pierced the air, her body arching, turning rigid, squirting one last massive flood that soaked them both.

Her vision blurred as the climaxes merged into one cataclysmic peak.

The pool of squirt, mixed with Nash’s cum, spread out beneath them on the floor, a slick, glistening mess of clear fluid swirled with thick, white streaks like milk in water.

Nash sank to his knees slowly, Dahlia still impaled on his cock, her weight settling deeper onto him as their bodies stayed glued together.

Sweat-slicked skin pressing close, her heavy breasts flattened against his chest, legs wrapped loosely around his waist.

"Mmm... ahh... Nash... ohh..." She whimpered softly, the sounds a mix of exhausted moans and little gasps, her face blissful and slack, eyes fixed on the ceiling in a hazy stare, lost in the afterglow.

Nash caught his breath, chest heaving, his eyes twitching as sweat dripped from his brow.

There wasn’t enough time, and even if there was, he couldn’t try the Devil. Victoria was coming, and he couldn’t let her catch him again in her office.

It was ultimately a failure, he still didn’t get any lead. But then, as his gaze drifted down to the pool, he noticed something odd.

His cum, white as milk and mixed with her squirt, seemed to... move on its own. The creamy edges thinned out, seeping forward in thin rivulets, like pouring milk toward a crack.

It didn’t pool evenly, instead, it flowed subtly toward the base of the wall, disappearing under what looked like a solid edge, slipping away as if drawn into an invisible gap beneath...

Nash’s eyes widened.