Chapter 3: Rising Action
Leah smirked as she slapped Noah’s ass marveling at how well Noah was taking the strap-on. “Your ass is so greedy for my cock. Good boy.” She praised grinding into Noah deeper. It just all felt so right as a warmth began to gather in her chest.
Leah had never felt more empowered, more in control or more confident. These new sensations coursing through her body almost outmatched the physical pleasure she got from being buried deep in Noah's ass.
As she pulled back for another thrust, she flexed her arms, making her biceps ripple. She felt the weight in her body shift and her hips widen slightly, sending a fresh wave of arousal through her. She glanced down to see if there was any visible changes, but nothing obvious yet. But she could feel it.
She could feel her body changing with every thrust. She groaned loudly, gripping Noah's hips tighter as she bucked against him faster. Feeling her breasts growing heavier, dragging at her sports bra, and her clit throbbing in time with her racing heart.
Noah's breath hitched as he pushed back into Leah, “God yeah baby, just like that,” he moaned, oblivious to the incredible transformation happening before his eyes.
Panting, Leah started to give in, letting the surreal sensations wash over her.
The strap-on felt like an extension of herself, her power and identity, and she reveled in her newfound dominance. A low, guttural growl reverberated in her chest before she could stop it.
Noah turned to look at her, concern knitting his brows together. “Leah, you okay?”
Thinking fast, Leah forced herself to relax. She bit her lips, struggling to hold back a devilish grin. “Yeah, baby. I feel so fucking good right now, it’s just... I wanna see more of you.