Supervillain Idol System: My Sidekick Is A Yandere

Chapter 686 686: Are You Tense Sweetie? (Part 3) (R-18) (Final)

Don's fingers twisted tighter into Samantha's damp hair, locking her head in an iron grip as he held her ruthlessly in place.Her lips stretched wide and glossy around the thick base of his cock, spit bubbling in heavy, glistening strands from the corners of her stretched mouth while her throat convulsed around his length.

He drove his hips upward in relentless thrusts, each powerful stroke forcing a wet, choked glrk~ from deep in her chest.

Her nose mashed against his pelvis with a messy mmfph~ drool pouring down her chin in hot rivulets that traced slick paths over her heaving breasts.

After nearly fifteen seconds of merciless face-fucking, Don's rhythm shifted into a slow, grinding roll.

His heavy cock slid deep through the fluttering heat of her throat, savoring the way her muscles squeezed and rippled around him.

Only then did he ease his grip just enough for her to pull back with a gasping ahh~, a thick rope of saliva snapping between her swollen lips and his glistening shaft as she panted hard, chest rising and falling.

"Ugh… your mouth feels fucking incredible, Mom," he rasped, voice rough with lust.

His thumb swept through the slick mess coating her chin, then dragged slowly across her lower lip, pushing some of the spit back between her parted lips.

Samantha shuddered, lashes fluttering as she fought to steady her breathing. Her cheeks burned with a deep, shameful flush.

She couldn't quite meet his eyes as she whispered, voice trembling and barely audible, "I-I missed how your big cock feels, Donnie…"

Her fingers twitched restlessly against his thighs before she added, leaning in so close that her warm breath ghosted over his throbbing tip, "I'm such a shameful mother, aren't I?"

Don shook his head, a possessive growl building in his chest as he tightened his hold in her hair again. "No. You're the best mom a guy could ask for… and the sexiest fucking woman I've ever seen," he murmured, a wicked grin flashing across his face.

A fragile, trembling smile curved her lips despite her ragged breaths. She leaned forward and pressed a soft, lingering kiss to the swollen head of his cock, then whispered hotly against it, "Thank you, sweetie."

Her mouth opened again, taking just the tip between her lips. Her tongue swirled lazily around the sensitive crown, savoring the salty-bitter taste of his pre-cum while her cheeks hollowed with gentle, teasing suction.

Lashes fluttering, she lost herself in the act.

Don's free hand roamed down her side, fingers catching the silk of her robe and yanking it higher.

The fabric bunched around her waist, baring the lush curves of her thighs and the way her black lace panties clung to the full, plush swell of her ass.

His palm glided up her smooth skin, warm and soft, before cupping one generous cheek and squeezing hard enough to make her moan around him.

Then… a loud smack~ echoed as his hand came down on her ass. Her soft flesh rippled under the impact, turning a faint pink.

Samantha's muffled cry vibrated deliciously down his shaft—mngh~—and she instinctively pushed back into his touch, arching her back to offer herself more fully.

The lace dug deeper into her curves as she rocked her hips in slow, inviting circles, her pussy visibly dampening the fabric beneath.

Her hands left his thighs, sliding up to cup her own heavy breasts.

She pressed them together around the base of his cock in a slick, pillowy embrace, the warm, spit-slick valley gliding along his shaft while her mouth worked the head.

Drool spilled freely now, coating her tits and dripping onto his balls as she bobbed deeper, taking more of him with wet, hungry sounds.

Her ass continued to sway and jiggle with every motion, practically begging for more attention.

Don groaned, guiding her rhythm with one hand fisted in her hair while the other kneaded and slapped her ass again, leaving faint red imprints on her skin. "That's it," he growled. "Take me deeper."

Samantha tilted her head, dragging her tongue along the underside of his shaft in long, swirling strokes before sealing her lips tight and sinking down.

The combined friction of her hot, sucking mouth and the tight, slippery press of her tits quickly pushed him toward the edge.

His cock twitched hard against her tongue, leaking thicker pulses of pre-cum.

He could feel his climax surging. Both hands clamped onto her head, fingers knotting brutally in her hair as his hips jerked forward in short, demanding thrusts.

"Fuck, I'm gonna—" His voice broke into a strained snarl.

Don could no longer hold back. Every muscle in his body locked tight as the building pressure finally exploded.

He shoved her head down hard, burying himself to the hilt with her nose crushed against her own tits and her throat bulging obscenely around his pulsing length.

"I'm cumming," he groaned. "Take it all, Mom—fuck, swallow every drop."

Samantha's eyes flew wide for a second before rolling back, a sloppy, desperate mmpf!~ vibrating around his cock as the first powerful jet erupted straight down her throat.

Thick, hot ropes of cum flooded her in heavy surges, each twitch of his cock pumping more warm seed into her.

The sheer volume overwhelmed her almost instantly—salty and viscous, filling her so fast that creamy excess forced its way back up around her stretched lips despite how tightly they sealed around him.

Glrk—glk—glrk~ Her throat worked frantically, convulsing and milking him with wet, audible swallows while her body shuddered.

Tears slipped down her flushed cheeks, her lashes fluttering wildly as wave after wave pumped into her.

She could feel every throb, every spurt coating her tongue and sliding into her belly, the overwhelming fullness making her head spin with a dizzying mix of shame and raw, submissive heat.

Her fingers left her tits and moved to his thighs, nails digging into them, leaving little crescents as she fought for air through her nose, chest heaving.

Even as she struggled, her tits stayed around the base of his cock, the slick friction drawing out every last pulse.

Don ground his hips in slow, possessive circles, savoring the way her throat fluttered and squeezed around his sensitive length through the final, weaker spurts.

Only when the last drops had been drained did his grip loosen slightly. He held her there a moment longer, buried deep, before easing her back just enough for her to gasp.

A thick, pearly strand of cum still bridged her lower lip to his glistening cock as her glassy, tear-streaked eyes slowly refocused.

Her cheeks burned crimson with humiliated pleasure, chest rising and falling rapidly while she swallowed one final time with a soft, wet gulp~.

After swallowing the last of his seed, Samantha leaned back down.

Her tongue moved in slow, careful strokes along his length, gathering every trace of their shared mess with soft, wet sounds that filled the quiet room.

Don's fingers threaded gently through her damp hair, stroking the strands back from her face as she worked.

The simple touch seemed to steady her. She lingered there a moment longer than necessary, lashes low, before finally pulling away.

She sat back on her heels and glanced down at the glistening trails across her breasts. A fresh wave of color flooded her cheeks.

"I guess I'll need another shower," she murmured, voice small.

Don sat up slowly, the mattress shifting under his weight. Moonlight from the balcony doors caught the side of her face, highlighting the flush that refused to fade.

"I wish I could join you."

Samantha looked away immediately, embarrassed. Her fingers fidgeted with the edge of her robe. "We can't… not here," she whispered, barely loud enough to be heard. "This is already too risky… I should probably go."

Don couldn't argue with the truth of it. He nodded, but the words trailed off as he reached out and wrapped one arm around her waist, drawing her close for a brief second. "Next time it will be my turn to show you how much I missed you."

Her blush deepened sharply. She cleared her throat, the sound soft and unsteady. "I-I should go. Goodnight sweetie."

Don let his hand fall away. "Good night."

He watched as she retrieved her glasses from the mattress, wiped them quickly on the edge of her robe, and settled them back on her nose.

She tugged the silk closed around herself, tying the belt with trembling fingers, then stood.

Her steps carried her across the room to the door. The lock clicked open under her hand.

She paused on the threshold, giving him one final glance over her shoulder, before slipping out into the corridor.

The door shut behind her with a quiet **click~**.

Outside, Samantha released a long, shaky sigh. She adjusted her glasses once more, smoothing the front of her robe, then started walking down the corridor toward the staircase.

The polished floors felt cool beneath her feet. Moonlight filtered through tall windows at intervals, painting long pale strips across her path.

But unbeknownst to her, further up the corridor, Miss Claire's bedroom door sat slightly ajar.

Miss Claire herself stood half outside it, framed lightly by the warm glow from inside.

She now wore a dark nightgown that clung to her figure, its smooth fabric shifting with the faintest movement.

Delicate lace edging beneath it showed at the neckline and hem, hinting at the skin underneath without fully revealing.

Her hair hung loose over one shoulder. She watched Samantha's retreating figure with one inquisitive brow raised, head tilted just slightly.

She didn't linger though. After a moment she stepped back inside her room, the door easing shut behind her with a soft click.

End Of Volume 3.

A/N: Another volume done… another to come. It's been an up and down journey to this point, both for me and my characters but I can't really complain. The story is building up reasonably well considering some of crazy experiments I'm trying throughout.

I appreciate you guys for being patient with the story and hope I haven't disappointed till this point.

Lock in for volume 4 as we dial everything up a level.