Chapter 145

He didn’t even reply — just walked over and sat down on the edge of the bed, his cock still slick from her mouth and already hardening again.

“I want a good view of that ass while you do your thing,” he said, his tone leaving no room for debate.

Yoruichi’s lips curled into that dangerous smirk.

“Alright "

She slowly lifted her short skirt as she approached him, revealing the toned curve of her hips and the dark lace that clung to her like it was made for sin.

She turned slightly, giving him a teasing side view before hooking her thumbs into the waistband and dragging her panties down — slow enough to make him groan.

Letting them drop to the floor, she stepped between his legs, her tailbone brushing against his tip as she looked back over her shoulder.

“You sure you can handle this view, boy?”

Ichigo grinned, one hand gripping her waist. “Try me.”

She bent her knees and sank down onto him, his length stretching her inch by inch.

“Mmm~” she hummed, closing her eyes for a second, savoring the deep, filling heat.

Ichigo’s hands slid from her waist to her hips, holding her steady as she began to move — slow at first, letting him watch every curve of her ass rise and fall. His eyes tracked the hypnotic motion, the soft jiggle with each bounce, the way she clenched around him every time she sank back down.

“Fuck… you’re unreal,” he muttered, leaning back just enough to take in the whole view.

Yoruichi chuckled breathlessly. “Damn right I am.”

Her pace picked up.

*slap… slap… slap*

The sound of skin meeting skin filling the air as she ground her hips in tight circles, hitting him from angles that made his breath hitch.

Ichigo groaned low, his grip on her hips tightening. “Faster.”

She obeyed without a word, bouncing harder now, her ass smacking against his thighs in rapid rhythm.

*Pa-pa-pa-pa*

The bed creaked under them, her voice mixing moans with soft, taunting laughter every time she heard him curse under his breath.

“Yeah… you like that view, don’t you?” she teased, throwing her head back as sweat traced down her spine.

Ichigo leaned forward, one hand sliding up to cup her breast through her open shirt while the other stayed locked on her hip, guiding her down with every thrust.

“Definitely.”

Her smirk deepened — right before she slammed down hard enough to make him grunt.

Her rhythm was pure torture — and Ichigo loved every second.

She bounced with a mix of power and control, her toned ass slapping down against his thighs in that relentless pa-pa-pa-pa, her body swallowing him to the hilt with every drop.

Ichigo’s breathing was heavy now, his eyes fixed on the way her cheeks jiggled and tensed around him. His hands roamed — gripping her hips, sliding up her back, tracing the curve of her waist — but always coming back to hold her in place so he could feel every deep, wet plunge.

Yoruichi glanced over her shoulder with that trademark smug grin. “You’re close, aren’t you?”

She slowed just enough to grind against him in tight, rolling circles, her walls milking him deliberately.

Ichigo gritted his teeth. “Keep… moving.”

“Oh, I’ll keep moving…” she purred — and then she slammed down on him again, hard enough to make the bed frame jolt. Her pace turned ruthless, her voice spilling into low, breathy moans that only drove him further to the edge.

The sound of her wetness mixing with their skin meeting echoed in the room, slap-slurp-slap, the air thick with heat. Ichigo could feel his control slipping, his grip on her hips tightening until his knuckles whitened.

“Yoruichi—”

“Mmm, let it go… give it to me,” she urged, never slowing, her ass bouncing in a blur as she rode him like she owned him.

That was it.

A deep growl tore from his throat as his release hit, his entire body tensing under her. She kept riding, milking every last pulse from him, refusing to stop until she felt the last throb fade inside her.

Finally, she slowed, rolling her hips a few more times before leaning forward and letting him slip free with a wet shlick.

Yoruichi glanced back, cheeks flushed, a sheen of sweat on her skin, and a satisfied smirk plastered on her face.

“Enjoy the view?”

Ichigo just sat there, eyes glued to her. “…Best view in the world. "

He glanced over his shoulder at Nel, still sprawled out in deep sleep — and a small smirk tugged at his lips. Perfect.

Without warning, he stood, gripping Yoruichi firmly and pulling her onto the bed. She barely had time to react before he hooked his arm under her knees and lifted, folding her legs up toward her chest.

The position left her wide open for him — exposed and helpless, her golden eyes narrowing with a flicker of challenge.

“Oh?” she purred breathlessly. “This is new.”

“Always wanted to try this,” Ichigo muttered, his voice low, almost to himself.

He lined himself up, the thick head of his cock pressing against her slick entrance, and pushed in slowly. The stretch made her inhale sharply, her smirk faltering just a fraction.

“Mmm~ yeah… that’s deep,” she murmured, though there was a slight tremor in her tone.

Ichigo leaned forward, his chest pressing down against her thighs, folding her tighter as he sank in to the hilt. He held still for a moment, letting her feel every inch filling her, his eyes locked on her flushed face.

Then, without warning, he began to move — deep, deliberate thrusts that hit her exactly where he wanted.

*Pa… pa… pa…*

Yoruichi’s playful smirk quickly gave way to soft moans, her head pressing back into the sheets. “Tch… damn, you’re—ahhh—”

Ichigo’s pace picked up, his hips slamming into her with hard, controlled strikes. Each one made her gasp, her body arching under the pressure.

“You talk too much,” he growled, one hand sliding to her throat in a firm, possessive grip — not choking, just holding her still.

“Beg for it.”

Her eyes flashed with defiance for a second… but the relentless rhythm quickly broke it down. The tip of each thrust grazed her sweet spot, sending sharp jolts of pleasure through her, making her toes curl.

“Say it,” he ordered, his thrusts never slowing.

Her breathing grew ragged, her voice shaky. “P-please… don’t stop…”

“That’s not begging,” he said, slamming harder, making the bed creak.

She gasped, nails digging into the sheets. “Ichigo—! Please… make me cum!”

That was all he needed. His grip on her legs tightened as he pounded into her, the wet.

*pa-pa-pa*

Of her skin on skin echoing in the room. Her moans grew higher, more desperate, until her body suddenly locked up — a sharp cry spilling from her lips as she shattered around him.

Her walls clamped down in powerful pulses, dragging him deeper into her climax. Ichigo didn’t let up, riding her through it until she was trembling, breathless, and completely limp under him.

When he finally slowed, he leaned down, brushing his lips against her ear.
“That’s how you beg"

TO BE CONTINUED