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Marvel: Pay to Win Gambling 11
🕑 Added 2025-04-21 16:05:23 +0000 UTCChapter 11: Brewing Storm
It felt weird for him.
He wasn't sure if he appreciated what was happening.
"You can tell me to stop," Ororo muttered against his ear, shoving him harder against the dressing room mirror.
He had never experienced this before —a woman taking control like this. And the truth was, no matter how strong she was, he could still overpower her.
He could easily push her off, knock away her hands as they roamed his chest and abs.
He could break free without effort.
But he didn't.
He let her continue. He let her have her way.
<Sin of Lust is Raging>
The sin burned through them both, and he had no desire to fight it.
A beautiful woman, desperate for him, losing herself as her nails dug into his skin —he didn't hate it.
"I thought you disliked me.'
She didn't lift her head, just flicked her gaze up at him, dark and hungry.
She was tall for a woman, taller than most men, even. Rarely did she feel small, fragile. It wasn't that she wanted to feel that way, but sometimes, it just happened.
Which was why she usually took the lead with men. Even now, despite him being bigger, stronger, she was the one pinning him, grinding against him, breathing in the intoxicating scent of his skin.
She felt feverish, dizzy, furious at her own lack of control. For hours since meeting him, she'd held back.
It would be a lie to say she hadn't noticed how attractive he was. From the first glance, he'd been striking.
But she was proud. She'd never admit it, never let herself be ruled by something as base as lust.
Yet here she was, unable to resist.
She'd managed through the car ride, the small talk, the tension but now? After watching him humiliate Avalanche? After staring at his bare chest, his sharp jaw, the way his muscles flexed?
There was no holding back anymore.
She hated herself for this weakness, for the way her body burned.
But there was no stopping. And even if she could, she wouldn't.
With a ragged breath, she buried her face against his neck, lips brushing his pulse. His heartbeat was wild just like hers. And yet, he was calm. He didn't push her away, didn't mock her, didn't take advantage.
And that pissed her off.
Was she not desirable? Did he not want her the way she wanted him?
The thought made her teeth graze his skin before her tongue flicked out, tasting him-salty from the fight, raw and real.
"Fuck." She shuddered, hating how much she loved it.
Her thighs clenched, aching. She couldn't remember ever feeling this desperate.
No-she could.
Never.
This was the first time. And she had no idea how to handle it.
Her right hand slid down, palming his crotch while her left teased circles over his chest.
Was she being too rough? Too aggressive?
She glanced up, and froze.
Daniel was smiling. Soft, amused.
"I don't mind." His voice was low, rough. "First time a woman's taken the lead like this. Can't say I hate it."
It was new. And he was enjoying it.
Her stomach tightened, heat pooling lower. Before she could think, her fingers were rubbing the thick bulge in his pants.
Big.
Her throat went dry. Even through the fabric, she could tell he wasn't lacking.
Daniel tilted his head, lips brushing her ear. "Take it out."
She was supposed to be in control, but the command sent a thrill through her. She obeyed without hesitation.
Her fingers tugged at his zipper, slipping inside. His cock strained against his underwear, hot even through the fabric.
"Pull it out." Another order, another shiver down her spine.
She hooked her fingers into his waistband, freeing him and her breath hitched.
It wasn't just his height or his build that was impressive.
His cock was thick, heavy in her hand, veins prominent under her touch.
"Rub it."
She was leading, yet she followed his words eagerly.
Her fingers wrapped around him, struggling to close fully. The realization made her pulse spike.
But her hand moved anyway, stroking him slowly at first, then faster, rougher.
She loved the feel of him, the smooth skin, the way his shaft twitched under her grip. Goosebumps prickled her arms, her own arousal spiking.
And he wasn't unaffected. His breathing turned ragged, his hips jerking into her touch.
The more he lost control, the more frantic her strokes became.
Her breasts pressed against his chest, her forehead resting against his shoulder as she pumped his cock, her own thighs slick with need.
He wasn't passive either. His hands gripped her ass, fingers slipping under her pants, cupping bare flesh.
She gasped at the contact too much, not enough.
He didn't ask. Just pushed further, fingertips brushing between her thighs, finding her wet, aching.
She bit back a moan, but it escaped anyway —a choked, desperate sound as his hand slid deeper, palming her ass before dragging lower, fingers teasing the slick heat of her cunt.
Her body arched against him, hips grinding, her hands clawing at him as if she could pull him even closer. And with every shift of her hips, his touch grew bolder, his reach deeper.
A shudder ripped through her when his fingers finally pushed inside, her wetness welcoming him, coating his fingers as they curled just right. Her eyes flew wide, lips parting on a silent gasp.
Fuck, she was sensitive too fucking sensitive.
It was dangerous. Just his fingers, just the rough drag of his calloused skin against her soaked flesh, and she was already teetering on the edge. She didn't want to come like this, not yet, not from just his fingertips.
"Let me" she gasped, fingers fumbling with his pants, her own need burning too hot to ignore.
Daniel didn't speak, didn't stop her-just watched, jaw tight, as she yanked his pants down, his cock springing free, thick and heavy against her face as she dropped to her knees.
Her throat tightened at the sight, an involuntary gulp as her hands settled on his thighs, her gaze locked on him. She didn't think, didn't hesitate—just acted, her tongue sliding out to lap at him, tracing the swollen head before swirling around the length, tasting salt and musk.
She was good with her mouth, better than Jean, and Daniel knew it instantly. Her tongue worked him with sinful precision, teasing every sensitive spot, wringing sensations from him he didn't even know he could feel.
Then her lips wrapped around him, taking him deeper, deeper, until her throat fluttered around the head, her gag reflex kicking in for just a second before she forced herself to relax, swallowing him down.
"Fuck" His moan was ragged, his fingers knotting in her hair, holding her in place as she bobbed harder, tears streaking her cheeks but her mouth never leaving him, never letting up.
Her mutation had reshaped her body, made her endure the unbearable-pain, extremes, the raw power of storms. And now? It let her take him like this, throat stretched wide around his cock in a way that would've shattered any other woman's jaw.
"Fuck!”
Daniel's hips jerked, his control fraying. He'd never felt anything like this-never been wrecked like this. He didn't want it to stop, didn't want her to pull away—
But she did, gasping, lips swollen and glistening as she stared up at him, her own need blazing in her eyes.
"I want it."
A lie.
She didn't want it, she needed it.
"Please—"
Her pants came off in one sharp tug, revealing the neatly groomed patch of curls between her thighs. She didn't shave bare—just trimmed, shaped, a perfect frame for her glistening cunt.
And when Daniel's gaze burned over her, she stripped her top too, letting her tits bounce free-fuller than Jean's, darker, heavier in his hands as he grabbed them, thumbs circling her nipples until they peaked, until her breath came in sharp, broken gasps.
She arched into his touch, offering herself, and he took—mouth closing over one taut peak, sucking hard, teeth grazing just enough to make her cry out.
Ororo's mind was slipping, hazy with lust, her thoughts dissolving into pure, aching need.
<Sin of Lust is Raging>
"Please-" she begged, voice wrecked, "put it in me—”
She tore away, turning, bending over with her hands braced against the wall, ass high, cunt dripping, presenting herself.
Daniel didn't speak. His hands gripped her hips, fingers digging into her flesh as he lined himself up, the thick head of his cock nudging against her entrance before he pushed in-slow, deliberate, stretching her wide as she moaned, loud and shameless.
No resistance. Just heat, wetness, her body sucking him in like it was made for him.
"Continue," she panted.
His grip tightened, fingers bruising as he pulled her back onto him, setting a ruthless pace from the start.
Each thrust punched a moan from her lips, her breath coming faster, her cunt clenching around him as he fucked her harder, deeper, his cock hitting places no toy ever could.
For her, it was too much, the stretch, the fullness, the way his hips snapped against her ass with every drive forward.
For him, it was ruinous the way her walls gripped him, hot and slick and perfect.
"Harder" she demanded, and he obeyed, one hand fisting in her hair, yanking her head back as he pistoned into her, the slap of skin echoing in the room.
"Yeah! Harder!"
He gave her exactly what she asked for —more, deeper, worse until she was screaming, her nails scraping the walls, her body shaking apart as her orgasm crashed over her, her cunt milking his cock in pulsing waves.
She nearly collapsed, but he held her up, his voice a growl against her ear:
"I'm not done yet."
And in that moment something shifted.
‘Roll for the rare skill.’
A chime in his mind.
[Congratulations! You have acquired the rare skill "Sensitivity Knob"]
[Sensitivity Knob: Allows you to fully manipulate the senses of anyone you touch—directly or indirectly.]
Ororo didn't know it yet, but they wouldn't be making that meeting.
If she could even walk after this.
