The second we reached Irene’s place, we crashed into each other, our lips locking with a desperate hunger. Her mouth was sweet, with a tang that clung to my lips, as I sucked on her tongue, slurping up her saliva like it was nectar. Our hands fumbled as we clawed at each other’s clothes, tearing them off before we even made it through the door.
“You really like me, don’t you?” she asked, breathless, pulling back just enough to speak. Her voice had that teasing edge, but there was something more—something she wanted from me. “Why don’t you just drop them all and choose me?”
I met her gaze, “You really love me too, right?” I asked, shooting the question back at her. “So why don’t you just join my harem?”
Her lips curled into a sharp smirk. “Not with Gabrielle in your harem. I hate that bitch,” she said, her voice dripping with venom. “And besides, I want all of you to myself. Every second. Every touch. I want you, all your attention, no one else. I can’t stand the idea of sharing you with other women.”
Irene was obsessed with the idea of monogamy, clinging to the fantasy of having me all to herself. Knowing I had more women only pushed her away. And the fact that Gabrielle was one of them? That made it worse. Irene didn’t just dislike her—she despised her, and the thought of them being in the same space drove her wild.
“But,” she added, her hand sliding down my chest, “I don’t mind sleeping with you from time to time. Who knows? Maybe I’ll win you over, and you’ll pick me over all those other women.”
That wasn’t happening. There was no way in hell I’d drop everything for her. My connection with Amon, Gabrielle, and the others ran too deep. They’d been by my side, through thick and thin. It’d be like trying to move a mountain if she thought she could make me leave them. There was zero chance. Betraying them for Irene? That would be impossible, no matter how tempting she thought she was.
But Irene wasn’t going to back down until I chose her. She was relentless, and I couldn’t just leave her out in the cold either. I wanted her, too. I wanted her to be mine. So, I decided to throw her a bone.
“I’ll give you a year,” I said, locking eyes with her.
“A year?” she echoed, eyebrows raising.
“Yeah. If you can sway me in that time, make me pick you over all the others, then I’m yours. Just you.”
“And if I fail?” she asked.
“Then you’ll have to be my woman, whether you like being in the same harem as Gabrielle or not,” I replied.
The only way I could make her play along was to turn it into a game, a challenge. And honestly, I was sure I wouldn’t be swayed. It was a win for me, easy. That is, if she accepted my offer.
Her eyes flashed with amusement, like she was reading my mind. “You’re thinking this will be easy, aren’t you? That you won’t be swayed by me.”
She was spot on.
“Fufufu,” she chuckled softly, the sound thick with confidence. “You’re underestimating me, Leon. Fine, if that’s what you want, I’ll accept. Even if it means being in a harem with that bitch Gabrielle. I’ll be your woman, but I’m telling you now, I’ll sway you. You’ll be mine.”
Her body pressed up against mine, heat radiating off her skin as her fingers traced slow, teasing circles on my chest. “But for now…” she whispered, voice dripping with desire, “let’s set that aside and get back to what we were about to do.”
She yanked me into another heated kiss, our bodies almost igniting from the shared intensity. My hands roamed her curves, and before I knew it, I had her pinned against the door. Her leg hooked around my waist, like she was desperate to pull me in even closer, her breath hot and ragged against my lips. I could feel the pulse in my dick, hard and throbbing with the need to take her. I couldn’t wait any longer.
I yanked out my dick, throbbing in the cool air, eager for her warmth.
“W-Wait, right here?” she asked, sounding surprise.
She wasn’t wearing panties—those were already stuffed in my pocket from earlier. Her pussy, slick and exposed under her skirt, was begging to be taken.
“If you want to win me over,” I said, “this isn’t enough. Gabrielle let me fuck her while she was naked and howling like a dog outside, you know?”
Irene’s eyes narrowed, a mix of irritation and challenge lighting up her face. “Trying to make me jealous?” she shot back. “Fine. Do me here then. Do whatever you like.”
I didn’t hesitate. I lined my dick up, pressing the tip against her soaked entrance, feeling her body quiver in anticipation.
“Ahhh…”
Her moan slipped out as the tip of my cock rubbed against her pussy. The wetness made it impossible to resist.
With one brutal thrust, I drove into her, filling her completely in a single stroke. My cock slammed deep, hitting her uterus as I buried myself to the hilt, her walls tightening around me.
“HnnnnnnnnnnnNNNNNNnnnnnnnnnnn~!”
Her moan was guttural, desperate, but muffled by her biting down on her finger to stifle the sound. Her body trembled violently against mine, each pulse of pleasure radiating between us as she struggled to keep herself quiet.
Her voice hitched, breathless, as she whimpered, “O-Oh, no… aaah, I think I’m cumming…!”
Her nails dug into my skin, gripping tighter with each passing second, her fingers trembling. Her legs, already wrapped around me, locked even tighter around my waist, pulling me further into her, as if she was afraid I’d stop.
Then it hit—hard.
“HnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnGgggnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn!”
Her pussy clenched around my dick like a vise, tightening with every pulse of pleasure. A hot gush of liquid rushed from her entrance, splashing down her thighs and wetting the floor beneath us. She squirted—hard—after just one thrust, her body convulsing as the orgasm tore through her. Her legs shook, barely able to hold onto me.
“Already squirting so much from just one thrust?” I taunted, feeling her juices dripping down my cock. “Are you sure you can take more of this on your own?”
Panting heavily, Irene grinned through her ragged breaths. “Is that another challenge?”
Her defiance lit something in me. I grabbed her other leg, lifting her off the ground completely, both legs now hooked tightly around my waist. Her pussy stayed stretched around my dick, warm and soaked, as I held her up. Her eyes widened slightly, but her grin didn’t fade.
With her body pinned against mine, I started thrusting—deep and rough—driving into her harder with every stroke.
