Rehab for SuperVillains (18+)-Chapter 182: Doctor Doctor

Clara stood.

Inviting. Erotic.

Kael’s pulse raced, his hazel eyes locked on her, the gym’s distant clanks fading, the scent of her antiseptic mingling with her skin’s warmth.

Clara stepped closer, her lab coat rustling, her voice low, sultry.

"Been a long damn time since we fucked, Kael. What, now that you got money, you forgot me?"

Kael’s grin flashed, his voice smooth, teasing, his t-shirt creased from the day.

"Forget you, Clara? Your stiches are still carved into my skin, every shower, every glance in the mirror—it’s you I see." He closed the gap, his hand grazing her hip, the lab coat’s edge brushing his fingers, her skin hot, sparking heat through him.

"Just been saving the best for last, you know."

"Best, huh?" Clara’s lips curled, her green eyes glinting, her hand trailing up his chest, nails grazing his t-shirt, her touch electric.

"Show me you still got it, hero." Her breasts pressed against him, nipples hardening, her voice a challenge, the air thick with their heat, her pussy brushing his jeans, a damp tease.

Kael’s hands slid under her lab coat, cupping her ass, squeezing her firm curves, his fingers digging in, her moan soft, her thighs parting, her pussy’s warmth radiating.

"Oh, I’ve got more than you can handle," he murmured, his lips brushing her ear, his breath hot, her white hair tickling his cheek, the Haven’s creaky quiet amplifying their closeness, the scent of her arousal sharp.

Clara tugged his t-shirt off, her nails raking his abs, her touch igniting sparks, her voice husky.

"Prove it, big shot."

She pushed him toward the living room, the worn sofa creaking as they collapsed onto it, her lab coat slipping to the floor, her naked body glowing, her curves a feast under the dim lamp, her pussy glistening, her scent intoxicating—sweat, musk, antiseptic.

Their lips danced together, tongues tangling, her moan vibrating against him, her breasts pressing his chest, nipples hard points, the sofa’s creak loud under their weight.

Kael’s hands roamed, one squeezing her breast, thumb circling her nipple, the other sliding between her thighs, fingers teasing her folds, her pussy slick, her hips bucking, her gasp sharp.

"Fuck, Kael, I have missed you," she breathed, her hands yanking his jeans down, freeing his cock, hard and throbbing, her fingers wrapping around it, stroking slow, her thumb smearing precum, his groan low, his hips twitching, the air thick with their heat.

Clara’s lips trailed down his neck, biting softly, her white hair brushing his skin, her tongue flicking his collarbone, her hand pumping his cock, her grip tight, his pulse racing.

Kael’s fingers dipped into her pussy, curling inside, her walls clenching, her moan rising, her thighs trembling, her breasts bouncing, her green eyes half-lidded.

"You knew this was going to happened, didn’t you?" he growled, his voice rough, his fingers thrusting, her hips grinding, her arousal soaking his hand, the sofa’s fabric rough under her curves, her scent overwhelming, the Haven’s distant gym clanks a faint hum.

Kael grabbed Clara’s stethoscope from her bag, its cold metal glinting, and looped it around her wrists, tying them above her head, her breasts lifting, nipples pink and taut, her green eyes flashing with excitement, her pussy dripping onto the sofa.

"Getting kinky, huh?" she teased, her voice husky, her hips arching, thighs spread, her folds glistening, inviting, her white hair splayed, her curves trembling, the air hot with their sweat.

He knelt between her legs, his cock brushing her entrance, teasing her clit, her moan sharp, her bound hands tugging the stethoscope, the sofa creaking.

His lips captured a nipple, sucking hard, tongue flicking, her gasp loud, her back arching, her pussy clenching air, her arousal soaking the cushion.

"Stop teasing, fuck me," Clara demanded, her voice raw, her green eyes burning, her bound hands straining, the stethoscope’s metal clinking, her scent intoxicating.

Kael thrust into her, his cock filling her tight pussy, her walls gripping him, her moan a sultry cry, his hips slamming, the sofa’s creak rhythmic, her breasts bouncing, his fingers pinching her nipple, her gasps sharp, the air thick with their heat, her pussy pulsing, his grunts low, the Haven’s quiet shattered by their rhythm.

Clara’s moans rose, her thighs wrapping his waist, her body quaking, the sofa’s creak a drumbeat, her green eyes half-closed, her voice raw. "Harder, Kael, fuck."

"Wanna switch it up, doctor?" Kael murmured, his voice rough, his cock still deep, her pussy clenching, his hands untieing the stethoscope, its metal clattering, her wrists free, her green eyes glinting with mischief.

"Get that ass up for me," he teased, his grin sly, his hand smacking her thigh, her moan soft, her body shifting, eager, the sofa creaking as she moved.

Clara flipped onto her knees, her ass high, her pussy glistening, her white hair spilling over her back, her green eyes glinting over her shoulder, her voice a sultry taunt.

"Gonna fuck me proper now, hero, or just talk?" Her curves swayed, breasts hanging, thighs parted, her pussy and ass exposed, her arousal dripping, the air thick with her scent, her skin slick with sweat.

Kael grabbed her thermometer, its sleek metal cool, and teased it against her ass, circling her tight hole, her gasp sharp, her hips twitching, her pussy clenching, her moan low.

"Filthy bastard," she breathed, her voice trembling, her ass pushing back, eager, her curves trembling, her green eyes half-closed, her lips parted, the sofa’s creak loud as she braced.

He eased the thermometer in, its tip sliding into her ass, her moan a sultry wail, her body shuddering, her pussy dripping, the air hot with their heat.

Kael’s cock thrust into her pussy, filling her, her walls gripping tight, his hips slamming, the sofa shaking, the thermometer fucking her ass in rhythm, her cries rising, her ass clenching the metal, her breasts swaying, her white hair bouncing, her scent overwhelming, the Haven’s creaks drowned by their frenzy.

"Fuck, Clara, your pussys’ so tight," he growled, his hand gripping her hip, his other working the thermometer, her moans a crescendo, her pussy pulsing, his cock throbbing, her body quaking, her green eyes rolling back, her voice raw.

"Harder, Kael, don’t stop!"

"Ready for more,?" Kael teased, his voice husky, pulling out, the thermometer slipping free, her moan soft, her ass and pussy glistening, her body trembling, her green eyes glinting with desire, her white hair wild, the sofa creaking as he lay back, his cock hard, glistening with her arousal, his chest heaving, his hazel eyes locked on her, the air thick with their heat.

Clara straddled him, her curves glowing, her pussy hovering over his cock, her breasts bouncing, her thighs strong, her skin slick with sweat, her voice sultry.

"Gonna ride you till you beg, hero." She sank onto him, his cock filling her pussy, her moan a sultry cry, her hips shaking erotically, grinding slow, then fast, her walls clenching, her hands on his chest, nails digging, his groans low, his hips bucking, the sofa’s creak loud, her scent intoxicating, her green eyes half-lidded, her white hair brushing his face, her arousal soaking him.

Kael’s hands gripped her hips, guiding her rhythm, his cock throbbing, his climax building, her moans driving him, her pussy tight, her hips shaking, the sofa shaking, the Haven’s quiet gone, their heat a storm.

"Cum for me, Clara," he growled, his voice rough, his hands squeezing her ass, her moans rising, her pussy pulsing, her climax hitting, her body quaking, her green eyes rolling, her white hair wild, her curves trembling.

Kael came, his cum flooding her pussy, his groan raw, her moan a wail, her walls milking him, the sofa’s creak fading, their breaths ragged, their sweat mingling, the air heavy with their release.

Clara slid off, her pussy dripping, her body glowing, her green eyes glinting, her voice teasing, her curves soft against him.

"Still got it in you, hero?" Kael grinned, his cock still hard, pulling her into a spooning position, her back against his chest, her ass pressing his cock, her white hair tickling his face, her skin hot, the sofa creaking as they settled, the air thick with their heat, her scent lingering, the Haven’s creaks faint. ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom

He lifted her thigh, his cock sliding into her pussy from behind, her moan soft, her walls gripping, his thrusts slow, then deep, her hips rocking, her breasts bouncing, his hand cupping one, fingers teasing her nipple, her gasp sharp, her green eyes half-closed, her voice sultry.

Clara’s breath hitched, her voice a trembling whisper.

"Kael, don’t stop," she urged, her body arching beneath him, her pulse racing in time with his.

The Haven’s stillness dissolved into the heat of their entwined rhythm, the air thick with the scent of sweat and desire. Her white hair spilled across the sofa like moonlight, her curves swaying with each of his deepening thrusts, her skin flushed and glistening.

Kael’s grip tightened on her hip, his low groans vibrating through her.

The pressure built within him, a tidal wave cresting, as her moans spiraled higher, each sound a spark igniting the fire between them.

Her green eyes locked onto his, wide and wild, reflecting the raw intensity of the moment.

Her body tightened around him, drawing him deeper, until the world narrowed to the pulse of their connection.

With a ragged groan, Kael surrendered, his release flooding her in a rush of warmth.

Clara’s soft cry echoed, her body trembling as she clung to him, her inner walls pulsing, drawing every shudder from him.

The sofa creaked faintly beneath them, a quiet witness to their unraveling.

Their breaths slowed, mingling in the cooling air, the Haven’s silence creeping back like a tide.

As he eased from her, the intimate warmth of their union lingered, a fleeting trace of their shared ecstasy.