Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach or its characters
Stepping out of the steamy shower, Rangiku Matsumoto grabbed the plush, white towel that was hanging on the towel rack from the hotel bathroom. She quickly wrapped it around her curvaceous body, reveling in the warmth and softness against her skin.
As she approached the sink, she couldn't help but notice the steam that had fogged up the mirrors. Using her hand, she wiped away a small section to reveal her reflection.
For a long time, she had searched for even the slightest hint of regret or guilt in her reflection.
But those days are long gone now.
As time passed, she grew more and more comfortable with her actions, no matter how scandalous or immoral they may have seemed to others.
Has she always been like this?
Maybe, at least that's what most would think about her from the way she dressed and behaved.
Sure, she might be considered a flirt, shamelessly teasing and seducing with both her words and her body.
She couldn't resist the delicious satisfaction of riling someone up, particularly the self-proclaimed pure and virtuous men. They were weak against her charms, their eyes hungrily lingering on the subtle hint of cleavage she teasingly revealed.
She reveled in the attention and lustful stares, knowing that many would give up everything for just one night with her or a simple touch, only to be ultimately denied by her.
It was like playing with fire.
And she loved every single minute of it.
She was like a forbidden fruit, luring them closer but always out of their reach.
And yet, even for someone like her, what she had done for the past few months, the man with whom she enjoyed those sinfully arousing and lust-induced nights,was something completely new and forbidden.
Something that went against everything she thought she knew about herself.
At times, she had questioned her own morals and wondered if she had gone too far.
Despite her doubts, every time she laid in bed with him and felt his thick and girthy cock penetrate her, the worries and fears would disappear from her mind. His unrestrained and powerful thrusts would make her body tremble and send waves of pleasure through her, causing her toes to curl in ecstasy.
Rangiku Matsumoto had a long list of conquests, men who had fallen under her spell and surrendered to her seduction, but the one man she had recently taken to her bed was unlike any other she had ever been with.
As a matter of fact, until recently she had not even considered him to be anything close to a man, only seeing him as a young boy, too immature and inexperienced for her tastes.
But now...she bit her lower lip, her thoughts drifting off to the last time they were together, her hands wandering over her own body, reminiscing his touch.
Now, he was a man in every sense of the word.
There was absolutely no doubt in her mind about that.
A pleasant shiver ran down her spine,heat starting to pool between her legs. She was feeling it, right there, in her core, her lips swelling and her folds slowly becoming wetter, as images of his muscular body and thick member flashed before her eyes.
It was with those images still in mind that she reached for the hairdryer, a wicked grin spreading across her face.
She knew what would soon happen, what she would soon let this man do to her.
What she would gladly beg him do to,something nobody had ever been able to make her do.
Something she would have never even considered letting a man do to her.
But she did not know if it was because of the situation they had found themselves in, the secretive nature of their affair, or simply the raw, animalistic way he fucked her...
No, she should stop lying to herself.
She knows exactly why it was different with him.
It is simple really.
That man eagerly waiting for her on the bed in the adjacent room?
He was Orihime's husband.
And Rangiku?
She was the "other woman".
And that thought alone made her whole body tremble, her nipples harden and her pussy throb with need.
It was so deliciously taboo, so intoxicating and addictive, she could not help herself but to go back to him, time after time.
She loved how despite being married to Orihime,sweet innocent Orihime, he could not resist her charms.
How, despite his best intentions and feelings for his wife, his desires and urges for her were stronger.
How once the first sinful seeds were planted in her mind, the what ifs, the maybes, the fantasies, she could not help herself but to act on them, to seduce her friend's husband, to make him hers.
She had not cared one bit about his marriage vows or Orihime's feelings in doing so.
Orihime...sweet little Orihime, so full of hopes, dreams and love.
So pure,so innocent and trusting.
Rangiku had always liked the young woman, she was a good friend, but once the tempting thoughts began, all that didn't matter to her.
She sometimes wondered how Orihime would react if she knew how easily her husband had fallen in her grasp. If she only knew how easily he had forgotten all about her while he was balls deep in her tight pussy, fucking her like an animal.
The first time?
He could have played it off as a moment of weakness, a brief lapse in judgment.
But the second time?
The third?
Or the countless others that followed after?
Those were not accidents.
They were a choice.
His choice.
He could have stopped it.
But no, instead he indulged her, he fucked her again and again, harder and faster each time.
And Rangiku had been the one to lead him down this path of betrayal, to convince him that it was okay to give in to temptation.
That it was perfectly fine to lie, to deceive, to hide.
That it was perfectly fine to betray his wife.
All because she wanted to know what it felt like to have a married man, a married man whose wife she was friends with, between her legs, inside her, his thick meat stretching her pussy and his hot, potent seed filling her.
And it felt glorious.
As she turned off the hairdryer, her hair cascading down her back, her gaze landed on the lingerie she had prepared for the night.
A set that was incredibly provocative and daring, one that left little to the imagination and barely covered anything at all, perfect for her purposes.
She had chosen it for him.
To drive him wild.
To see his cock throb and leak, his eyes dark with lust, unable to take her out of his mind and resist her.
To have him fuck her until she could not stand, to make her cum over and over again until her mind was blank and her pussy aching.
She first started with the lacy black bra, sliding the straps over her arms as the sheer cups cradled her ample breasts. The bra provided minimal coverage, her rosy nipples clearly visible through the delicate fabric.
Next came the matching thong, a tiny scrap of lace that she stepped into and pulled up her long legs. It settled low on her hips, the thin string disappearing between the round cheeks of her ass. The front panel was cut high on the sides, exposing the creamy skin of her thick thighs.
Rangiku paused for a moment, admiring her reflection in the mirror as she adjusted the lacy garter belt around her waist. The sheer black stockings hugged her shapely legs, accentuating every curve.
She completed the ensemble with a pair of black stilettos. With each step, her hips swayed seductively, the click of her heels against the marble floor echoing through the room.
Rangiku knew she looked irresistible.
Every inch of her oozed sex appeal, from the dangerous curves barely contained by the skimpy lingerie to the confident, sensual aura she exuded.
No man could withstand her allure, least of all the one waiting for her in the bedroom.
But still, there was one last vital element she needed to complete her ensemble.
Rangiku sauntered over to the vanity, picking up the tube of bold red lipstick, twisting it open slowly.
With practiced precision, she painted her full lips, the vibrant color making them appear even more luscious and tempting. She pressed her lips together, ensuring an even application, before setting the tube back down with a satisfying click.
Rangiku took one final look at herself in the mirror, admiring the way the provocative lingerie hugged her voluptuous figure. She knew the effect it would have on him, how his eyes would darken with lust at the sight of her barely concealed body.
With a confident stride, she made her way to the adjoining bedroom door, her heels clicking against the marble floor.
She paused for a moment, her hand resting on the doorknob, anticipation building inside her.
Taking a deep breath, Rangiku turned the knob and pushed the door open, revealing the dimly lit room beyond. She stepped through the doorway, her eyes immediately landing on the man sitting on the bed with nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist, his toned body exposed.
As soon as she stepped through the door, his gaze was on her, his eyes darkening with desire. She could feel his eyes roaming over every curve of her body, hungrily taking in the sight she presented. A smug smile played on her lips as she saw him swallow hard, his throat bobbing with anticipation.
Rangiku's hips swayed sensuously as she closed the distance between them. With each step, she felt the weight of his gaze growing heavier, his eyes following every movement of her body.
She could hear his breathing grow shallow, his chest rising and falling in a quickening rhythm. But more importantly, she could see his cock throbbing beneath the towel, straining against the fabric, a wet spot forming from the precum already leaking from the tip.
It made her lick her red and glossy lips at that sight, her pussy clenching.
Rangiku stopped just inches away from him, looking down at his seated form with a seductive smirk.
"Like what you see?" she purred, her voice low and sultry.
Ichigo's eyes were glued to her barely-concealed breasts, the sheer lace doing little to hide her hardened nipples.
Rangiku knew exactly what effect she was having on the young man. She could see the way his breath quickened, his chest rising and falling in shallow pants. His tongue darted out to moisten his lips, and she couldn't help but notice the telltale twitch in his towel, his arousal growing with each passing moment.
Rangiku let out a soft chuckle, a sound that was both amused and enticing.
Holding out her hand, she beckoned him to his feet, her gaze never leaving his. He took her hand, his grip firm yet trembling with desire, and allowed her to pull him up.
Ichigo rose to his feet, towering over Rangiku despite her heels, his body radiating heat and desire. She tilted her head back, looking up at him through hooded eyes, a coy smile playing on her glossy red lips.
His gaze was intense, filled with a hunger that sent shivers down her spine.
Without a word, Ichigo's hand slid around her waist, pulling her flush against his hard body. Rangiku gasped softly as she felt his arousal press insistently against her stomach.
Her breath caught in her throat as her breasts squashed against his chest, her hardened nipples rubbing tantalizingly against the thin fabric of her bra.
Rangiku lifted her chin, her lips mere inches from his. Her eyes flickered with a mischievous glint as she whispered, "You didn't answer my question."
Ichigo's gaze never wavered as he stared down at her, his voice husky and dripping with lust. "Do you even need to ask?"
Rangiku's smile widened, her teeth grazing her full, red-painted lower lip.
"I just want to hear you say it." she purred.
She felt his grip on her waist trailing lower, his hands finding their way to the round, firm globes of her ass. He squeezed possessively, eliciting a soft moan from Rangiku's lips.
Ichigo leaned down, his lips brushing against her earlobe as he spoke.
"Yes," he whispered, his breath hot against her skin, sending tingles down her spine. "You are…breathtaking." He said after much contemplation.
Rangiku's eyes fluttered shut as his fingers dug into the supple flesh of her ass, his touch both firm and gentle.
She could feel her own arousal building, the heat between her legs growing with each second they spent in this intimate embrace. The way his cock pulsed against her stomach, leaking precum and making the towel wet, made her pussy clench and throb.
Wrapping her arms around his neck, Rangiku tilted her head back, her lips barely brushing against his. She could taste the sweet scent of his cologne, the hint of his aftershave lingering on his skin.
"Is that so?" she murmured, her voice low and seductive. "Then why don't you show me just how much you love it, hmm?" She arched her hips forward, grinding against his obvious erection.
Ichigo's response was immediate, a low growl escaping from deep within his chest. His hands tightened their grip on her ass, pulling her impossibly closer to him, the heat and hardness of his cock pressing even more insistently against her.
In an instant, Ichigo's lips crashed against hers, claiming her mouth in a passionate, hungry kiss. Rangiku's breath caught in her throat as his tongue delved into her mouth, tasting and teasing her with its eager exploration. She kissed him back with equal fervor, her fingers tangling in his hair, tugging him closer, deeper.
In their passion, Rangiku felt herself being lifted off the ground, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist, the towel around his waist slipping to the ground, revealing the thick and throbbing cock underneath.
She could feel him, hard and hot, pressing against the flimsy barrier of her lingerie.
And still they did not stop, they did not break the kiss. In fact, they grew even more frenzied, tongues battling for dominance, teeth scraping against lips. Rangiku's nails raked across his broad shoulders, her body arching into him, desperate for more contact, more friction.
Ichigo stumbled forward, carrying her with him, his strong hands supporting her ass. He pressed her against the nearest wall, the impact jolting her back to reality momentarily, but it did nothing to quench their burning desire.
With her back pinned against the cool surface, legs wrapped around his hips and arms clinging to his neck, Rangiku felt the raw power and strength of the young man. His muscled torso pressed against her, his cock throbbing insistently between her spread thighs.
Ichigo's lips finally broke away from hers, trailing hot kisses down her neck. Rangiku tilted her head back, exposing more of her creamy skin to his hungry mouth. She let out a breathy moan as he nipped and sucked at her pulse point, surely leaving marks that would be visible for days.
She gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders as his teeth scraped against her collarbone, her hips involuntarily grinding against him, seeking the relief she so desperately craved.
"Fuck...Ichigo..." she panted, her voice heavy with need, her breaths coming in short, sharp gasps.
Ichigo pulled back slightly, his eyes burning with desire. He looked at her with such intensity, such passion, that it took her breath away.
Without warning, he once again claimed her lips in a deep kiss, his tongue invading her mouth, pushing her even harder into the wall, his thick member pulsating and throbbing against her covered cunt, her juices mixing with the precum dripping from his tip.
This time though, she did not fight back.
She did not try to take control.
Or to be his equal.
Instead, she let him do what he wanted, how he wanted.
She allowed him to dominate her.
She allowed herself to be dominated by him.
And with that realization, a sudden surge of pleasure coursed through her body, a small, unexpected orgasm ripping through her.
Rangiku moaned into his mouth, her body tensing and trembling, her inner walls clenching around nothing.
It was not a mind-blowing, toe-curling climax, but it was a powerful one nonetheless.
It was a testament to her arousal, to her overwhelming desire for the married man currently pinning her against the wall, his lips devouring her in a kiss that left her breathless and wanting.
As the waves of pleasure subsided, Rangiku broke the kiss, panting heavily, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. Ichigo's gaze was locked onto her, his eyes dark and full of hunger.
"Did you just cum?" he asked, his voice low and rough. Rangiku's cheeks flushed with heat, both from the intensity of her release and the embarrassment of being so easily undone by the young man.
She bit her lower lip, her teeth sinking into the soft flesh, before releasing it with a coy smile. "What if I did?"
A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, his eyes narrowing with a mix of amusement and desire.
Rangiku couldn't help but notice how sexy he looked when he was like this, so confident and dominant, his body pressed against hers, his cock throbbing insistently against her soaked panties.
The thought sent another wave of arousal crashing through her, her nipples tightening and her pussy clenching again, desperate to be filled. She could feel the wetness spreading, soaking through the flimsy fabric of her lingerie.
Without another word, Ichigo's hands slid from her ass, letting her body slide down the wall until her feet touched the ground once more. Rangiku's legs trembled, weak from the orgasm that had just ripped through her body, but she managed to stand, leaning against the wall for support.
Ichigo leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered, his breath hot and tantalizing.
"There is nothing wrong if you did, Rangiku."
Rangiku shivered, his words sending a thrill of excitement down her spine.
"But..." Ichigo continued, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous whisper. "...I just wonder..."
It was at this moment that she felt his hand sliding down her waist, tracing the curve of her hip, before slipping between her thighs, cupping her soaked mound through her ruined thong.
"...how many more times can I make you cum?"
Rangiku's breath hitched as Ichigo's finger pressed firmly against her swollen clit, rubbing it through the drenched lace. A jolt of pleasure shot through her, her hips bucking involuntarily against his hand, seeking more of the delicious friction.
"Ah…" she gasped, her head falling back against the wall, her eyes fluttering shut in pleasure.
She could feel his lips curling into a smirk against her neck, his teeth grazing her skin as he collected the juices from her pussy in his fingertips, before slowly dragging them up her stomach and between her heaving breasts.
Her eyes snapped open as she felt his fingertips, now wet and sticky with her essence, press against her plump red lips. She looked up at him, her gaze locked onto his, seeing the raw hunger and desire in his eyes.
She did not hesitate, she knew what to do, what he wanted her to do.
Opening her mouth, she took his fingers inside, her tongue swirling around them, tasting her own juices. She moaned softly, the sound muffled by the digits in her mouth, her eyes never leaving his.
She saw the way his jaw clenched, his nostrils flaring as he watched her lick and suck her juices from his fingers.
When she had cleaned his fingers, he withdrew them from her mouth, his digits now glistening with her saliva.
Without saying a word, he lowered his hand again, slipping it beneath the waistband of her thong.
Rangiku's breath quickened in anticipation, her heart pounding in her chest.
She could feel her own wetness, hot and slick against the lace, as his fingers brushed over it, teasing her. She bit her lip, suppressing a whimper of frustration and need, as he toyed with her, his fingertips dancing lightly over her sensitive folds without giving her the friction she craved.
"Ichigo..." she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper, pleading for more.
But he didn't relent, his fingers continued their feather-light caresses, driving her to the edge of madness. Rangiku's hips rocked against his hand, desperate for him to plunge his fingers inside her, to fill her and give her the relief she so urgently needed.
But instead, he continued to tease her, his fingers barely dipping into her entrance, just enough to make her gasp and squirm.
"Ichigo," she repeated, her voice trembling with desire.
"Please..."
She could hear the desperation in her voice, the need that made her words sound almost foreign to her own ears.
She, Rangiku Matsumoto, was begging.
Begging him to fuck her with his fingers, to plunge them deep inside her, to make her cum on them.
To make her his.
And all it took to reduce her to this state was a little bit of teasing.
She was pathetic.
And yet, she loved every second of this feeling, this powerlessness, this submission. It turned her on beyond belief, making her even more desperate for him, for his touch, his pleasure, his cock.
Ichigo's fingers traced lazy circles around her entrance, his eyes locked onto her face, watching her reactions with rapt attention.
Her breathing grew labored, her chest heaving with each shallow breath, her breasts straining against the lacy bra that barely contained them.
Rangiku could feel her nipples hardening, straining against the delicate fabric, begging for his attention. And she could see the way his gaze flickered to her cleavage, his eyes darkening with desire as he took in the sight of her heaving bosom, her flushed skin, and the obvious signs of her arousal.
His fingers finally, mercifully, slipped inside her, her walls clenching around the invading digits, welcoming them eagerly.
Rangiku's head fell back against the wall, her eyes squeezing shut as a low, guttural moan escaped her lips. She felt so full, his two thick, long fingers filling her perfectly, stretching her just the right way.
Ichigo began to move his fingers, slowly at first, drawing them in and out of her with deliberate, teasing strokes. She could hear the wet, squelching sounds of her arousal as his fingers pumped into her, and the knowledge that she was so incredibly turned on only heightened her pleasure.
As he continued to finger her, Ichigo lowered his head, his lips finding the soft, sensitive skin of her neck.
She could feel his hot breath against her, his mouth pressing against her pulse point as he sucked and licked, leaving a trail of marks across her skin.
"Ichigo..." she breathed, her voice heavy with lust and longing, her hips rocking in time with his thrusting fingers.
Ichigo's thumb found her clit, pressing down on the sensitive bud and rubbing it in tight, firm circles. Rangiku's hips bucked wildly, her body writhing under his expert touch, as he drove her closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy.
"Ichigo...I'm gonna..." she gasped, her words trailing off into a moan as the pleasure built within her, threatening to overflow and consume her.
He responded by increasing the pace of his thrusting fingers, his thumb pressing harder against her clit, his lips and teeth teasing her neck, her jaw, her collarbone, her earlobe.
And then, suddenly, everything shattered.
Rangiku's climaxed, her body arching off the wall, her thighs clamping around his hand, trapping his fingers deep inside her. She screamed his name, her voice echoing through the hotel room, her nails digging into his shoulders as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her.
She could feel her inner muscles clenching and spasming around his fingers, gripping him tightly as if trying to pull him even deeper into her core. Her juices flowed freely, coating his hand and dripping down her thighs, soaking her thong completely.
Ichigo continued to pump his fingers into her throughout her orgasm, drawing out her pleasure for as long as possible, his thumb continuing to circle her clit, sending shockwaves of ecstasy coursing through her body. He didn't stop until she finally relaxed, her body going limp in his arms, her breathing ragged and shallow.
Rangiku's body trembled as the aftershocks of her intense orgasm rippled through her. Her legs felt weak, and she was grateful for Ichigo's strong arms holding her up against the wall.
Her younger lover slowly withdrew his fingers from her pulsating core, eliciting a soft whimper from her lips.
She could hear the sound of her wetness as his digits slid out of her, making her blush at the evidence of her intense arousal.
He lifted his hand to her lips once more, and she eagerly opened her mouth, licking and sucking her own juices from his fingers, tasting herself on him.
He watched her, his eyes dark with desire, his cock throbbing and leaking against the taut muscles of her stomach.
But this time when he pulled his fingers out from her mouth, he did not let her catch her breath. Instead, he claimed her lips again, his tongue delving into her mouth, tasting her and her juices.
Rangiku moaned into the kiss, her tongue intertwining with his, their breaths mingling as they shared the taste of her arousal.
She could feel his hunger, his need, in every movement of his lips, every stroke of his tongue. It was intoxicating, addictive, and she couldn't get enough of it.
Without breaking the kiss, Ichigo's hands moved to her breasts,slipping beneath the sheer fabric of her bra groping each one in his hands, kneading and squeezing the supple flesh.
She arched her back, pressing her tits harder into his palms, urging him to take what he wanted.
He pinched her hardened nipples between his fingers, twisting and tugging on them, making her gasp and moan into his mouth. Her nipples were incredibly sensitive, and every touch, every squeeze, sent jolts of pleasure straight to her core, reigniting the fire that burned within her.
Ichigo broke their kiss, leaving her panting and flushed as his lips trailed a path of fire down her neck, across her collarbone, and down to her ample chest.
He kissed and licked the swell of her breasts, his hot breath fanning over her skin and sending shivers of anticipation down her spine.
With a swift motion, he pulled the lace cups of her bra down, exposing her breasts to the cool air of the room. He wasted no time in capturing one of her rosy, hardened nipples in his mouth, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bud before sucking it hard.
Rangiku's head fell back against the wall, her eyes closing in ecstasy as she threaded her fingers through his hair, urging him on.
His other hand continued to massage her other breast, his fingers rolling and pinching her nipple, keeping her on the brink of pleasure.
He alternated between her breasts, his mouth and hand working in tandem, teasing and pleasuring her until she thought she would go mad from the sensation.
"Ichigo, please..." she begged, her voice hoarse and desperate. She wasn't even sure what she was asking for anymore; all she knew was that she needed more of him.
All of him.
In response to her pleas, Ichigo pulled back, his hands leaving her breasts.
She couldn't help but whimper at the loss of his touch, her body aching for more.
But before she could voice her disappointment, Ichigo spun her around, applying the slightest amount of force on her lower back to make her understand what he wanted her to do without making her fall to the floor.
And she understood perfectly what he wanted her to do.
Biting her lower lip, she put her hands on the wall in front of her, spreading her legs apart and arching her back, making sure to give him the best view possible of her round, perfect ass and her glistening pussy, the juices dripping down her inner thighs and her pussy.
Ichigo's hands immediately went to her plump rear, kneading and squeezing her supple flesh, his fingers tracing the lacy waistband of her panties.
He hooked his fingers under the delicate fabric, slowly peeling it down her hips, exposing her wet, swollen lips to his hungry gaze.
The soaked panties fell down her toned legs and onto the floor, leaving her bottomless in only her pantyhose, garter belt and heels, a sight that made his cock twitch and throb, precum leaking from his tip.
Finally, he grabbed her hips, positioning himself behind her. Rangiku could feel his hard, throbbing cock sliding between her slick folds, coating itself in her juices. She moaned and wiggled her ass, desperate for him to fill her.
But still, he did not give her what she wanted.
Instead, he continued to tease her, rubbing the head of his cock against her clit, making her whimper and squirm. She could feel the thick, hard length of his member sliding against her entrance, taunting her, promising the pleasure she so desperately craved.
"Stop...teasing..." she managed to gasp between breaths, her voice thick with lust and need.
In response, Ichigo leaned forward, his lips brushing against the shell of her ear.
"Beg for it," he growled, his voice low and commanding, sending a shiver of anticipation down her spine.
For a moment, she thought about denying him.
About resisting.
About being the proud and confident woman she always was.
But she could not, not when his thick and girthy cock was rubbing her entrance and teasing her pussy lips, making her whole body quiver and her pussy throb with need.
Not when every fiber of her being was crying out for him, begging him to take her, to fuck her senseless.
Not when his cock felt so good against her, so hard, so hot, so thick and so girthy, promising her a pleasure she knew all too well.
He wants her to plead, because right now he knows he's got her wrapped around his finger, and it so happened to also be right where she wants to be.
For a long time she had thought herself to be a dominant, but after having layed in bed with this hunk, she realised… all this time… she just hadn't been fucked right.
And so, she did what he wanted her to do.
What she wanted to do.
She surrendered.
Yet, the smile on her face was not one of defeat but one of pleasure.
Of surrender to the pleasure he could give her, to the blissful state of submission he had brought her to, that place she loved to be in.
"Ichigo, please..." she begged, her voice a sultry whisper as she pushed back against him, trying to capture his cock with her eager pussy. "I need you inside me...I need to feel you filling me...stretching me...fucking me..."
Her words were desperate, laced with desire and raw hunger, and she could hear the effect they had on him, his sharp intake of breath, the low groan that escaped his throat.
He was as desperate for her as she was for him.
"I beg you.." she continued,but this time looking back at him over her shoulder, meeting his gaze with her own, her eyes half-lidded and filled with desire, her full, red painted lips slightly parted, her cheeks flushed with arousal. "...please, break me..."
She bit her lower lip, her teeth sinking into the soft flesh, a silent invitation for him to take whatever he wanted, to use her body for his pleasure.
And that was what made him snap.
Ichigo could no longer resist her, could no longer deny himself the pleasure her body offered him, and so, with a snarl, he thrust forward, plunging his cock deep into her tight, wet heat.
Rangiku's eyes widened, her mouth falling open in a silent scream as his thick shaft stretched her, filled her, claimed her in a way no man had ever done before.
She could feel every inch of him, every throbbing vein, every ridge and bump as his length buried inside her. She could feel his balls resting heavily against her clit, his hips pressed firmly against her ass, and the way his cock pulsed and throbbed deep inside her.
He was huge...
...And she loved every inch of it.
It was like nothing she had ever felt before, and she could not stop herself from pushing back, trying to take him even deeper, her pussy walls clamping down around his shaft, as if trying to keep him trapped inside her.
A choked scream tore from her throat as he began to move, pulling back until just the tip of his cock remained inside her before thrusting forward again, slamming his hips against her ass with a wet slap that echoed through the room.
The sound of flesh meeting flesh mingled with their heavy breathing and her wanton moans, filling the air with the intoxicating melody of their passionate joining.
Ichigo's fingers dug into the soft flesh of her hips, holding her in place as he fucked her hard and fast, his thick cock pounding into her again and again, his pace unrelenting and savage.
It was not lovemaking.
It was pure, primal fucking.
She could feel the strength in his powerful thrusts, the way his hips slammed into her, driving her forward against the wall.
With each hard thrust, Rangiku's large breasts swung back and forth, bouncing with the force of his movements.
She could feel the cool air of the room caress her erect nipples as the soft, fleshy mounds swayed and jiggled.
The sight of her tits, her plump, round ass and the way her pussy eagerly swallowed his thick, long and girthy cock, seemed to drive him wild, pushing him to fuck her even harder, to claim her with a ferocity that left her gasping for air and trembling with pleasure.
Rangiku's hands scrambled against the wall, searching for something, anything, to hold onto as he continued to pound into her, her nails scraping against the smooth surface.
She was lost in the sensation of his thick shaft stretching her, filling her, driving her closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy with every brutal thrust.
But he seemed to have other ideas.
Suddenly, he wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her back and up until she was upright, her back pressed against his muscular chest, and his hand shot up to grab a fistful of her hair, yanking her head back so her neck was exposed to him.
Rangiku's mouth fell open in a silent scream as he continued to fuck her from behind at this new angle, his cock reaching even deeper inside her, hitting spots she didn't even know existed. She could feel his hot breath on her neck, his teeth grazing her sensitive skin before biting down, marking her as his own.
It was too much, too overwhelming.
Her mind was foggy, her thoughts scattered as she surrendered completely to the pleasure of being used by him, of being fucked like a common whore.
His whore.
And that thought alone, together with the way he fucked her, was enough to make her cum.
Hard.
Her whole body tensed, her back arching and her toes curling in her high heels as her orgasm crashed over her, a wave of pleasure so intense that it left her breathless and shaking, her vision blurring as she cried out his name, her voice hoarse and raw with ecstasy.
She felt her pussy clamping down around his thick shaft, squeezing him tightly as if trying to milk every last drop of cum from his balls. She could feel his cock throb and pulse inside her, swelling even larger as he approached his own release.
Ichigo growled, the sound low and primal, as he fucked her through her orgasm, his hips slamming against her ass with each brutal thrust.
But even him could not resist her tight, pulsating pussy, and soon after she came, he too succumbed to the pleasure.
With a final, powerful thrust, he buried himself deep inside her, his cock throbbing and pulsing as he emptied his load into her eager womb, filling her with spurt after spurt of hot, thick cum.
Rangiku felt his seed coating her inner walls, mixing with her own juices, the sensation sending another wave of pleasure crashing over her.
She couldn't help but smile through it all, her eyes closing as she savored the feeling of being so utterly and completely filled by him, his cock still pulsating inside her, twitching and spurting out more of his cum.
As their orgasms subsided, they remained locked together, their bodies pressed tightly against each other, his chest heaving with heavy breaths, and her heart pounding wildly in her chest.
His cock softened inside her, but he made no move to pull out, and she was glad for it. She did not want him to leave her just yet, not when she could still feel the warmth of his cum inside her, the evidence of their passion leaking out of her and dripping down her thighs.
After a few moments, he slowly withdrew from her, his half-hard cock slipping out of her with a wet, squelching sound. She couldn't help but whimper at the loss, feeling empty without him filling her.
Her breathing was heavy, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she tried to regain her composure, the aftershocks of her orgasm still trembling through her body. She was covered in sweat, her golden hair sticking to her forehead, her skin glistening with a sheen of perspiration.
Rangiku could feel Ichigo's cum leaking out of her well-fucked pussy and dripping down her thighs as she rested against the wall, trying to catch her breath. Her legs trembled, barely able to support her weight after the mind-blowing orgasm he had just given her.
But she knew they were far from done. She could still feel his semi-hard cock nestled between her ass cheeks, twitching with the promise of more.
And she wanted more - so much more.
Slowly, Rangiku pushed herself off the wall and turned to face Ichigo, her chest still heaving from their passionate encounter.
A coy smile played on her glossy red lips as she took in the sight of him - his sweat-slicked skin, his tousled hair, his eyes dark with lingering desire.
Hooking her arms around his neck, their bodies pressed together in a passionate embrace, their hearts beating as one, she pulled him into a kiss,this time more gentle and tender, like two lovers enjoying the aftermath of their lovemaking.
Their lips moved languidly against each other, savoring the taste of their mixed essences, their tongues dancing in a slow, sensual dance.
They parted, changing the angle of the kiss, before pressing their lips together again, their breaths mingling, their bodies moving in perfect harmony.
And still, Rangiku could feel his member slowly starting to grow again, to thicken and lengthen, the blood rushing into it, making it once more ready to fuck her. She smiled into the kiss, grinding her hips slowly against his cock, making it throb and pulsate even more.
When their lips finally parted, they were both breathless, their chests heaving with renewed lust.
Taking his hand in hers, she led him towards the bed, her hips swaying seductively with each step.
She did not need to turn around to know that his eyes were all over her body, taking in every curve and dip, and it made her feel desired, wanted in a way that only he could make her feel.
A man who chose her over his wife.
Once they reached the bed, she turned to face him, her eyes locking onto his as she gently pushed him down onto the soft, plush mattress. He complied, settling on the edge of the bed with a raging erection pointing proudly towards the ceiling.
She could see his desire for her in the way his cock twitched and leaked precum, and it only fueled her own arousal even more.
With a sultry smile, she slowly crawled between his legs, her eyes never leaving his. Her hands trailed up his strong, muscular thighs, feeling the heat emanating from his body as she moved closer to her target.
Without breaking eye contact, she lowered her head until she was face to face with his impressive member, her breath hot and inviting against his throbbing dick.
The musky scent of his arousal mixed with her own, creating a heady, intoxicating fragrance that only served to heighten her desire.
She licked her lips in anticipation, her tongue darting out to moisten them before she leaned forward and planted a gentle kiss on the tip of his cock, relishing the salty, bitter taste of their mixed juices.
Ichigo groaned as her lips made contact with his sensitive flesh, his hands gripping the sheets tightly as he fought the urge to thrust upwards, to bury himself deep in the warm, wet depths of her mouth.
But he resisted, allowing her to set the pace.
For now.
The older woman continued to kiss and lick the head of his cock, savoring every ridge and vein, her tongue swirling around the tip and teasing the slit before flicking over the sensitive underside.
The musky, masculine scent of him filled her nostrils, clouding her mind with lust and driving her onward, urging her to take him deeper, to taste more of him.
With a soft sigh of pleasure, she parted her lips and took him into her mouth, her tongue flattening against the underside of his shaft as she began her slow descent.
She could feel every inch of him sliding past her lips. She kept going until she had taken as much of him as she could, her nose almost brushing against his groin, her throat constricting around the thick head of his cock.
The feeling was incredible, overwhelming, and she could feel her pussy clenching around nothing.
Slowly, she began to bob her head up and down, her lips stretched wide around his girth, her cheeks hollowing as she applied suction, creating a delicious vacuum that had him gasping and moaning her name.
Hers, not Orihime's.
Her eyes flickered up to meet his, and she could see the raw hunger in his gaze, the unbridled lust that mirrored her own.
She absently pondered whether he was aware of how much pleasure she found in giving him sucking his cock, especially when he snuck away from his sleeping wife, still covered in Orihime's juices, ready for her to clean and make love to.
Concentrating on the task at hand, she cupped his balls in her hand and massaged them tenderly as she continued to pleasure his penis with her mouth and tongue. Her pace quickened as her own arousal built.
She could hear him panting, his breaths coming in short, harsh gasps as she pleasured him.
His hips bucked upwards, pushing his cock deeper into her throat, and she fought the urge to gag, relaxing her muscles and allowing him to set the pace, to take what he needed from her.
And he didn't waste a second of it, grabbing her by her hair and beginning to force her head down on his cock, fucking her face.
There she was, the proud and confident Rangiku Matsumoto, the source of envy and lust of many men and women alike, on her knees in front of a married man, the husband of a friend of hers, her lips wrapped around his thick, pulsating cock, his hands pulling her hair as he fucked her face.
The humiliation, the submission...the sheer debauchery of it all.
It was utter bliss.
Her juices once again dripped down her inner thighs, staining her black stockings and the garter belt she was still wearing.
She was so wet that she could feel her pussy juices leaking out and flowing down her legs and onto the floor, creating a puddle of her own arousal.
Feeling a sudden, burning need for some relief, Rangiku slipped a hand between her legs, her fingers finding her swollen clit and rubbing it in frantic circles. Her other hand continued to work his balls, squeezing and massaging them as he thrust into her mouth.
The wet, slurping noises of her mouth on his cock, the creaking of the bed, and their mingled groans of pleasure filled the room.
The short break they had, had been enough to restore Ichigo to full hardness, his cock throbbing and pulsating between her lips.
And that was exactly what he was about to do.
Suddenly, he pulled her head back, a strand of saliva mixed with his precum connecting her lips with the head of his cock. Rangiku looked up at him, her red lips swollen and glistening, her eyes dark with desire.
His cock stained with her red lipstick. She was panting, her chest heaving with each breath, her ample breasts straining against the confines of her lacy bra.
There was no need for words.
They understood each other perfectly.
She got to her feet and straddled his lap, positioning her dripping cunt over his thick member, arms wrapping around his neck, his hands on her hips, and slowly sank onto him.
Inch after thick, hard inch of his manhood disappeared inside her, stretching her, filling her, and making her moan and whimper with pleasure.
Her pussy walls stretched to accommodate him, clamping down around his shaft, as if reluctant to let him go.
She was so wet, so aroused, that there was no resistance as he buried himself to the hilt inside her, his cock bottoming out, and the tip of his cock kissing her womb.
Her nails dug into his shoulders as she adjusted to his size again, her head thrown back in ecstasy, her hair cascading down her sweaty back.
No matter how many times she had done this, she was always overwhelmed by the sensation of having him inside her, by the way he filled her and touched every sensitive spot within her at once.
When he was completely sheathed inside her, she let out a shuddering breath, their forehead leaning against each other, their lips inches away, their hot breaths mingling.
For a moment, they just stayed like that, looking each other in the eyes, their bodies joined in the most intimate way possible, their hearts beating in unison. Then, slowly, she began to move, her hips rolling in a slow, sensuous dance, her pussy walls clenching and releasing his cock in a maddening rhythm.
She rode him slowly, loving the way he shuddered and moaned beneath her, his hands gripping her waist and guiding her movements. Her breasts bounced with each rise and fall of her hips, her hard nipples grazing his chest and sending sparks of pleasure down her spine.
Gyrating her hips, she could feel his cock rubbing against her G-spot, sending waves of pleasure through her body.
She could not help but moan and whimper in pleasure, her voice mixing with the squelching sound of her wet pussy, her juices dripping down their joined bodies, her eyes locking with his.
It was only natural, when their lips met again, tongues intertwining, their bodies moving in perfect harmony.
Lips she was sure she had kissed more time than his own wife at this point.
Not that she felt any remorse about it.
They kept it slow, savoring each moment, every touch and sensation, their passion mounting with each passing second.
Their kisses grew more passionate,more loving, but she never stopped riding him.
It was a slow build-up, their bodies moved in perfect sync, her hips rolling and undulating, his pelvis thrusting upwards to meet her.
His hands were on her ass, fingers digging into the soft flesh, helping her keep the pace, her own fingers buried into his hair, pulling his head back so she could kiss him even deeper, more desperately, their tongues neither fighting for dominance nor submitting one to another.
They were just two lovers, kissing, sharing a passionate moment together.
Her moans grew louder, swallowed by their kiss, her pussy walls fluttering and pulsating around him as he fucked her.
A sudden shift in their position, and they were laying on the bed, Rangiku on top of him, their bodies still joined together. Without wasting a second, Rangiku started bouncing on top of him, her hands on his chest for support, her breasts bouncing with her every movement.
Ichigo's hands moved to her hips, helping her in her movements, guiding her up and down his shaft, their bodies coming together again and again.
Her pussy was a mess of her juices and his precum, wetting his entire cock, making every thrust and every bounce easier and sloppier.
She was a mess of her own making, her juices dripping down his balls and onto his thighs, coating him in her wetness, marking him as her own.
She was close, she could feel it. Her pussy clenched around him with every bounce, her walls tightening and fluttering, her clit throbbing and begging for release.
She could feel his cock throbbing inside her, twitching and pulsating, the head kissing her womb, the veins rubbing deliciously against her walls, his balls slapping against her ass.
A sting on her asscheek, his palm slapping her plump rear, eyes widening, a loud moan leaving her parted lips.
Again, his hand came down on her ass, another stinging slap, making her moan even louder, her pussy clenching around him, her movements growing more erratic.
One more time, a slap, her asscheek turning red, her body shaking from the pleasure, her mind growing foggy, and her pussy dripping onto his lap.
And then it came.
She had not been prepared for one vicious upward thrust, Ichigo's cock burying itself deep inside her as she was about to go down, and that was all it took.
Her back arched, her eyes snapping open, her mouth falling open in a silent scream as her orgasm crashed over her, a wave of pleasure so intense and overwhelming that it left her breathless and trembling, her pussy convulsing around his shaft, milking him for all he had, her juices squirting out of her pussy, staining his cock and the bed beneath them.
She could not stop herself from cumming, not that she even wanted to do so.
Her pussy spasmed around him, walls clenching and unclenching, her juices flowing freely, drenching him in her essence.
Her body was racked with tremors, her breasts bouncing wildly with each spasm, her hands digging into his chest, leaving red marks on his skin as she rode out the waves of her pleasure, her head thrown back in ecstasy, her hair cascading down her back in wild, disheveled locks.
But when she felt him slowly pull out of her, Rangiku's head snapped back, eyes widening in panic. She looked down at him, seeing the smirk on his face, the glint of lust in his eyes.
"W-Wai-" she began to say, but it was already too late.
His hands firmly grabbing her by her waist,she felt more than saw the tip of his cock almost slipping out of her pussy...before slamming back inside her, his hips bucking up, his cock hitting her G-spot, his balls slapping against her ass, and her eyes went wide, her mouth falling open, her body tensing and arching, a powerful scream leaving her lips.
Her mind went blank, her vision whited out, and she was cumming again, even harder than before.
His warm and thick baby batter filled her up, his cock buried deep inside her, his balls twitching and pulsating, his cum filling her, painting her inner walls with his semen.
Rangiku was overwhelmed by the sensation, her mind hazy, her body still trembling from her own orgasm, but she could feel every spurt of his hot, thick seed inside her, coating her walls and filling her womb.
She did not even remember falling on top of him, only realizing it when she felt his cock still buried inside her, still twitching and pulsating, still spurting out the last remnants of his cum, her own orgasm still not over.
Her plump ass twitched and shook, the red hand print standing out from her pale skin, her pussy spasming and clenching around his shaft, her juices mixing with his cum, her body still wracked by pleasure.
Her vision started to grow blurry and her ears were ringing, her mind going blank, her sweat drenched body going limp.
The last thing on her mind before she passed out, Ichigo still cumming inside her, was that, no matter what, she would not stop.
Whether or not Orihime found out about her and Ichigo's relationship, she had no intention of ending her affair with her friend's husband.
Never.
And if there comes a day when he had to choose between her and Orihime...
...There was no doubt in Rangiku's heart that he would pick her over his wife.
It was not pride nor overconfidence.
It was simply a fact.
A truth.
She was just that much better of a woman than Orihime would ever be.
A better fuck.
The perfect woman for him.
And something tells her that it's not really a matter of "if" Ichigo had to choose between the two of them, but of "when".
Because the more time she spends with him, the more she fucks him, the more she discovers her feelings for him grow, the less she wants to share him with anyone else.
She is not in love with him.
She knows it's not the case, not now at least.
But there's no denying that her feelings for him go way beyond that of a mere fuckbuddy.
And she has a feeling that his feelings for her go way beyond that, as well.
So yes.
It's just a matter of time.
But until then?
She will keep lying to her friend, keep meeting Ichigo behind her back and fucking him, and enjoy every moment of it.
And if one day, her friend discovers her betrayal?
Well, tough luck.
Life is not a fairy tale, after all, and if there is one thing Rangiku Matsumoto has learned in her life it's that either you take what you want and enjoy every moment of your life...
...Or someone will come and take it from you.
And Rangiku Matsumoto?
She always gets what she wants.
The end