Transmigrated As An SSS Ranked MILF Overlord-Chapter 18: I Want To...(R+)

Fiona paused, her breath hitching in the back of her throat.

Her gaze flicked from Steve's face down to the taut line of his cock print, obviously visible from his pants.

Slowly, deliberately, she reached out, her fingers brushing the waistband. The warmth radiating off his body made her hand tremble, but she didn't pull away.

Instead, she slid his pants down.

In an instant, his already hardened length sprang free—hard, thick, and demanding attention. Her eyes widened as he stood fully erect before her, unapologetically bold.

For a long moment, she simply stared, mesmerized by the length.

'God... he's massive.'

Her breath caught again. There was something almost unreal about the size, the subtle twitch—it all felt too much, too intense, too... raw.

'That...That must be painful, she thought. There's no way it isn't.'

"I... I should help." she whispered, more to herself than to him. Her voice was barely audible, but the heat pooling between her thighs grew more insistent with each heartbeat.

Her fingers reached again, slower this time, more deliberate. And when she finally touched him—grasped him—he twitched in response.

Her hand couldn't fully wrap around him.

Still, she held him, firm yet tender, running her palm along his thick long dick, marveling at the warmth and weight in her grasp. The texture beneath her fingertips was smooth, sensitive, and pulsing. A low sound escaped his lips—a groan, barely stifled—and it sent a shiver racing down her spine.

'He feels so good... so Warm...mmm...and so harddd.'

She adjusted her grip, slightly tighter now, stroking gently, her thumb dragging along the rigid length.

Steve's body tensed, his breath faltered, and she could see the need in him—

And still, she moved—slow, steady, savoring every second.

'Oh my god... he's so big.'

Her breath caught in her throat as her fingers wrapped around him—barely. The heat pulsing through his length was staggering, and her hand couldn't even circle the full girth.

Without thinking, she brought her other hand to him, both palms now trying to contain the impossible size. Her fingers laced around his shaft with reverent awe, her grip firm, her movements gentle, with a slow stride, but hungry.

She stole a quick glance at the door. No lock. Of course not. If there had been, maybe this would feel less reckless—less dangerous. But it only made the air between them thicker, hotter.

'It's fine.' she told herself.

'No one's awake. We're safe. Just for a while.'

Her hands began to move—slow at first, careful. She stroked him gently, the smooth soft skin of her once innocent palms gliding under her touch, her fingers teasing down the thick shaft and back up again in long, lazy strides. Her rhythm built gradually, guided by the subtle twitch of his body and the quiet sound of his breath hitching in his throat.

Her soft hands moved up and down, wrapping him in warmth, tenderness, and a tension so sweet it almost ached.

She watched him—watched his legs shift ever so slightly as the pleasure crept higher through him. And still, she didn't stop. She didn't want to.

'Mmmm... the feel of him. So hot. So heavy.'

The thought echoed in her mind as her thumbs traced the thick veins running along his full hardened cock.

Her eyes flicked back to him, then down, mesmerized.

'How... how does something this big even exist?' she wondered, biting her lip.

'Can this even fit in my mouth?'

The thought sent a ripple of heat through her, deep and shameless. Her lips parted, not from intent—but from wonder. From want. And as she continued to stroke him, slowly, sensually, she found herself leaning in—drawn by the warmth of him, the scent, guided by the burning heat in between her laps.

'He's too strong... too much.' she thought, her breath shaky as both hands wrapped around him again. But she didn't stop.

Her strokes started slow once more, careful—like she was memorizing every inch of him. But soon, desire took over.

Her rhythm quickened, hands gliding with practiced precision, jerking him in smooth, fast motions. She knew just how to move—no friction, only pure pleasure.

His cock throbbed in her grip, hard and burning hot, pulsing more with every stroke. Her cheeks flushed as her pace grew bolder, her fingers working him with tender urgency.

'it's so big... so warm.' she thought, biting her lip.

Moisture shimmered at the tip, a silent confession of the pressure building. Still, she didn't stop. She couldn't.

Not when he twitched so beautifully beneath her touch.

She moved with a rhythm that was both eager and reverent, her hand gliding along his length in smooth, coaxing strokes.

At times she'd pause, her touch turning into a slow, affectionate caress, as though savoring the feel of him in her palm.

Her eyes stayed locked on him, wide with wonder and heat, drinking in every inch of his marvelous, hard form.

Every movement spoke of curiosity and longing — like she was discovering something sacred, something forbidden but deeply desired.

Then, with a soft breath, her fingers trailed downward, slipping between her thighs.

And with a delicate stroke of her middle finger in between her undergarment, a whisper of pleasure shot out of her mouth as her lashes fluttered closed, the sensation blooming through her like warmth unfurling in the dark.

"Ohh...."

'What is this feeling?' the thought echoed in her dazed mind, her heart racing.

Her eyes drifted back to Steve, as though he were the answer.

'Is this what it means... to be close to a man? To feel this... need?'

She didn't need to understand it. Not fully. All she knew was that it felt right.

Pulling her other hand away from her radiating heat, she wrapped her palms around his pulsating cock again — firmer this time, more certain — her fingers moving in slow, deliberate strokes.

Her hand worked him with maddening precision — slow, then fast, then slow again — until he couldn't think straight.

'God...' he thought.

'...how is she so fucking good? None of my exs in my former world has ever made m3 feel like this...' The thought alone made his hips twitch.

Gruwww

A muffled groan escaped him.

She heard it — felt it — and her eyes lit up, hungry. Fueled by his pleasure, her strokes quickened.

Faster. Tighter. Her second hand joined the first, wrapping around him the more with a firm, heated grip.

She pumped him hard, fast, relentless, like she couldn't get enough. And neither could he.

Soft moans spilled from her lips, unbidden, as her eyes remained locked on his rigid massive cock — thick, pulsing, impossibly hard.

'No...' she tried to tell herself,

'I'm not doing this because I want him... I'm just helping. Just helping...'

But her hand never stopped. It moved faster, tighter, stroking his throbbing length with growing hunger.

His shaft swelled under her touch, the veins pronounced, his need pulsing straight through her palm.

Each twitch sent a jolt of heat between her thighs, her breath quickening.

And then — a deep groan from him, followed by a whimper from her. Their sounds tangled together in the air like sparks.

Her hand blurred with motion now, both hands working him, desperate and fevered. She bit her lip, trembling, eyes wild.

'Oh fuck it...' she thought.

'I want to taste him...that'll end things quicker...right?'

Her lips parted.... and she leaned in.

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