Taming SSR And UR RANK Superwomen-Chapter 35 — Popular and Fucked (R18)

The kiss deepened, growing hungrier. Ashley pressed her fingers into the fabric of his T-shirt, as if she needed to anchor herself to something real so she wouldn’t float away.

Thomas wrapped his arms around her and pulled her against his chest, feeling their bodies recognize each other instantly. It wasn’t clumsiness or blind urgency; it was pure trust — the kind you only have with someone who has seen you at your worst and your best.

Their mouths parted for barely a second so they could breathe, and she smiled against his lips.

"I missed you so much..." Ashley whispered, her voice husky but steady. "Not just the sex. This. Touching you without having to ask for permission."

Thomas slid his hands down her back, over the curve of her waist, and lifted her effortlessly. She wrapped her legs around his hips as if she had done it a thousand times before.

He carried her to the bed and laid her down carefully, but without false gentleness. Ashley let herself fall onto the mattress, pulling him down on top of her. Her hands were already beneath the borrowed shirt, palms roaming over Thomas’s abdomen.

It wasn’t just desire; it was recognition. Belonging. Something that went beyond the body.

"Take this off," she ordered in that voice she always used when she knew exactly what she wanted. It wasn’t a plea; it was absolute confidence.

Thomas rose onto his knees and pulled the shirt over his head. Ashley looked at him without shame; her gray eye gleamed with approval and desire.

"You look incredible in your school uniform, but I need you naked," Thomas said, taking in how vulnerable she seemed beneath him.

Ashley smiled, almost as if she had been waiting to hear that. She sat up and, in one fluid movement, unbuttoned her uniform shirt.

The fabric fell aside, revealing a simple black cotton bra that barely contained her large breasts. Thomas leaned down and kissed the skin just above the fabric — soft and reverent. She arched her back, offering herself without hesitation.

"You always knew where to touch me," Ashley murmured, running her fingers through his damp hair.

He unclasped her bra with one hand while the other slid down over her stomach. Her nipples hardened instantly under his tongue. Ashley let out a low, drawn-out moan and tugged at his jeans.

His penis sprang free, hard and throbbing. Ashley wrapped her hand around him without hesitation, squeezing exactly the way he remembered she liked it — firm, confident, unafraid of hurting him because she knew she wouldn’t.

"Fuck, Ashley..." Thomas growled, his forehead resting against hers.

She stroked him slowly, savoring the weight, the heat, the way he tensed in her palm. With her other hand, she cupped his cheek, forcing him to look at her, as if she needed to make sure he was still him... and not just a memory.

"Look at me," she said softly. "I want to see you enjoy it. I want you to know this is safe. That it’s me."

Thomas nodded and kissed her again while his fingers slid between her legs. He found her wet, hot, and slick. He slipped two fingers inside without resistance, curling them exactly where he knew it drove her crazy.

Ashley gasped against his mouth, her hips moving in slow circles against his hand. There was no rush; years of memory guided every touch.

"Like that... just like that," she whispered.

Thomas trailed his mouth down her neck, licking and gently biting. He moved lower, kissing between her breasts, circling her navel with his tongue. When he reached her vagina, Ashley spread her legs without hesitation, trusting him completely.

He tasted her slowly, savoring her, circling her clit with the tip of his tongue before sucking gently. Ashley’s moans deepened, growing freer. Her hands tangled in his hair, not to guide him, but to pull him closer.

"God, Thomas... your mouth is still perfect," she moaned. "I love it when you eat my pussy like this — unhurried, like you’ve got all the time in the world."

He kept licking her, sliding his fingers in and out in rhythm with his tongue.

"And you’re not even taking off my skirt or my stockings? Does it turn you on that much to see my pussy like this?" she asked, arching her back as she released a long breath.

After a while, Ashley’s legs began to tremble, and she pulled him back up.

"Come here. I want to feel you inside. Now."

Thomas positioned himself between her legs. The tip of his penis brushed against her soaked entrance. They held each other’s gaze for one endless second. No words were necessary.

He pushed in slowly, inch by inch, feeling her wrap around him — hot and tight. Ashley released a long sigh when he was fully inside her. Her nails dug into his back.

"Fuck... yes," she whispered. "I feel all of you. Move, lo— no, wait. Not ’love.’ Just... move. I want to feel that it’s you."

Thomas began fucking her with deep, controlled thrusts, pulling almost all the way out before sinking back in firmly. Each stroke came with a kiss, a brush of his fingers against her cheek, and a murmured "you’re so wet for me" against her ear. Ashley responded by lifting her hips hungrily, taking him fully, moaning his name without restraint.

"Harder," she said. "I trust you. Give me everything; you’re not sleeping with just any woman."

He accelerated. The wet sound of their bodies colliding filled the room. Ashley wrapped her legs around his waist, drawing him even deeper. Her large breasts bounced with every thrust. Thomas lowered his head and sucked one of her nipples while he continued fucking her, feeling her pleasure tighten and pulse around his penis. 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

He shifted positions without pulling out, turning her until Ashley was on top. She sat over him, her hands braced against his chest, and began riding him with absolute confidence.

Her hips traced slow circles, then rose and fell, setting the rhythm and taking control. Thomas held her by the waist, steadying her without directing her, simply enjoying the sight of her taking what she wanted.

"Like that... look at you," he said, his voice rough. "So confident. So fucking beautiful and hot."

Ashley smiled — dirty and affectionate at the same time.

"You like me being hot for you?"

"I love that you are."

"Oh yeah? A lot?" she pressed, quickening the roll of her hips.

Thomas groaned, throwing his head back. His hands traveled from the curve of her waist up to her breasts, gripping them firmly.

Ashley leaned down to kiss him without breaking rhythm. Their moans merged into the same breath. Sweat beaded across their skin, glistening under the light. She tightened her inner muscles around him deliberately, and Thomas responded with a low, strained groan.

"You’re going to make me come if you keep that up."

"Not yet," she panted. "I want more. I want you to fuck me on my side."

They shifted again without separating. Lying face to face on their sides, one of Ashley’s legs hooked over his hip, Thomas entered her from that intimate angle, brushing precisely against the spot inside her that made her shudder.

Their foreheads touched. They shared the same air, the same quickened breath. Her hands moved down his back to his ass, squeezing and urging him deeper.

"I missed you so much... this... feeling you this close," Ashley confessed between moans. "No one makes me feel this comfortable. So sure that I can be myself."

Thomas kissed her long and slow while his hips continued their steady, deep rhythm — heavy with affection. It wasn’t just fucking; it was finding each other again. Every thrust said "I’m here." Every touch murmured "I trust you."

They had been like that for over fifteen minutes, shifting positions naturally, laughing softly when a movement knocked them slightly off balance, kissing whenever their eyes met again.

Ashley had already had a small orgasm, trembling around him, but they didn’t stop. They wanted more. They wanted to exhaust each other. By then her face was completely flushed, surrendered to pleasure until she looked almost fragile beneath its intensity.

Thomas flipped her onto her back again and hovered over her, thrusting faster and harder when the bedroom door suddenly swung open.

A short-haired brunette in a half-unbuttoned uniform stepped inside, carrying a heavy backpack. It was Elena, Ashley’s roommate.

She froze in the doorway, eyes wide at the scene: Thomas naked and sweaty, buried deep inside Ashley, who kept her legs spread, her hands gripping his back as she moaned with every thrust.

Thomas froze instantly, his heart pounding in his throat.

"Shit..." he started, trying to pull away.

But Ashley tightened her arms and legs around him, preventing him from slipping out. She looked him straight in the eyes without a trace of shame.

"No," she said firmly, her voice still rough with pleasure. "Keep going. It’s Elena. My best friend. She doesn’t care."

Elena let out a short laugh and dropped her backpack onto her bed.

"Fuck, Ash, it’s still hard to believe you’re the most popular and beautiful girl in class. And I’m the one cursed with watching the perfect, idealized, worshipped president getting fucked."

Ashley smiled without taking her eyes off Thomas and answered between moans, because he had started moving again — slower this time, but not stopping.

"I also... ah... have needs..."

Elena tilted her head as if she had just heard something completely obvious.

"Just don’t use my bed again. Or if you do, at least give me a heads-up this time so I can change and wash the sheets, okay?"

"I’ll let you know... ah... next time... I swear."

Elena shook her head, amused, and began searching through her desk.

"Fine. I’ve got an advanced tactics exam tomorrow at eight. I’m heading to the study room. I’ll be back in... one... two hours?"

Ashley wrapped her arms more tightly around Thomas’s neck, hiding him against her chest, and smiled at Elena with a playful, confident expression.

"Two hours."

"Alright. Later, new guy."

"Later, Elena..." Thomas managed, his voice unsteady, still nervous but following the rhythm Ashley set with her hips.

The door closed. Ashley hugged him tighter and kissed him deeply.

"See? No problem. Keep going. I want you to finish inside — no, wait. Outside. Like you always liked. Of course you can finish inside me," she added in a softer, affectionate tone.

Thomas released the breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding and began moving faster again. Now without interruptions. Without fear. He fucked her with everything — deep, fast, unrestrained. Ashley moaned loudly, her nails marking his back, whispering in his ear how good it felt, how much she had missed his penis, how safe she felt with him.

When Thomas felt he couldn’t hold back any longer, he pulled out of her with a groan. He stroked himself a few more times and came hard over her stomach, hot spurts landing on her sweaty skin just below her breasts. Ashley looked at him with a satisfied smile.

They lay there panting, naked on Ashley’s bed. They didn’t cover themselves. The sheets were tangled beneath them, but their bodies remained exposed, glistening with sweat and marked with kisses and bites everywhere. The room was thick with the scent of fresh sex.

Ashley turned her head toward him, still breathing heavily, and said in a hoarse, satisfied voice:

"I missed you fucking me like that."

Thomas smiled, exhausted but completely satisfied, and closed his eyes for a moment, knowing that, for now, everything was exactly where it was meant to be.