Sex Story Jason and Lucia GTA VI Hentai, GTA 6 Hentai by Xuneai
The elevator doors dinged open, revealing the sprawling penthouse suite atop the Del Perro Heights hotel, Vice City’s crown jewel. Floor-to-ceiling windows framed a neon-drenched skyline, the kind of view that screamed money—and tonight, Jason and Lucia had more of it than they could count. They’d just pulled off the heist of the century, a bank job so clean it’d left the cops chasing shadows while they sped away with millions. Now, it was time to celebrate.
Lucia stumbled out of the elevator first, her heels clacking unevenly against the marble floor. She’d had one glass of wine too many—okay, maybe three—and her laughter echoed through the suite as she nearly tripped over her own feet. “Jason! Holy shit, we’re fuckin’ millionaires!” she crowed, spinning around with her arms outstretched. Her tight golden mini dress shimmered under the chandelier light, hugging her curves so fiercely it looked like it might burst at the seams. The fabric strained against her fat ass, barely containing it, and every step made her tits jiggle like they were staging a jailbreak.
Jason followed behind, steadying her with a hand on her elbow. He was buzzed too, a couple of whiskeys deep, but nowhere near Lucia’s level of chaos. “Yeah, babe, we did it,” he said, his voice calm but laced with pride. “That was one hell of a job.”
Lucia turned to him, her dark eyes glassy with wine and mischief. “Hell of a job? Jason, we didn’t just rob a bank—we fucked it raw and left it begging for more!” She cackled, sloshing her wine glass and spilling a little on the floor. “Oops. Guess that’s what rich people do—spill shit and not care.”
Jason chuckled, shaking his head. “You’re a mess, you know that?”
“A hot mess,” she corrected, sticking her tongue out before taking another swig. She wobbled over to the plush leather couch and flopped down, her dress riding up to reveal a sliver of black lace underneath. “C’mon, sit with me. We gotta toast to this. To us!”
Jason obliged, grabbing a bottle of bourbon from the bar cart and two glasses. He poured himself a finger and handed Lucia her wine, which she’d somehow kept from spilling entirely. “To us,” he said, clinking his glass against hers. “The best damn criminal duo in Vice City.”
“Damn right,” Lucia agreed, downing half her glass in one gulp. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, smearing her lipstick, and grinned. “You know, I still can’t get over how you peeled out of that alley. Those pigs didn’t know what hit ‘em.”
“And you,” Jason countered, leaning back against the couch, “you had that vault cracked in under two minutes. Cool as ice, Lucia.”
She smirked, batting her lashes exaggeratedly. “What can I say? I’m a woman of many talents.” She set her glass down on the coffee table—crookedly, of course—and stood up, swaying slightly. “Speaking of talents, I feel like dancing. We need music!”
Jason watched as she tottered over to the sleek stereo system, her hips swinging like a pendulum. “You sure you can dance right now? You’re one step away from face-planting.”
“Pfft, watch me,” she shot back, fiddling with the controls until a sultry Latin beat pulsed through the room. She kicked off her heels, barefoot now, and started moving to the rhythm. Her golden dress caught the light with every sway, accentuating her thick thighs and the way her fat ass bounced. “C’mon, Jason, don’t just sit there like a lump. Dance with me!”
He raised an eyebrow, sipping his bourbon. “I don’t dance, Lucia. You know that.”
“Boo, you’re no fun,” she pouted, but her pout quickly morphed into a sly grin. “Fine, I’ll dance for you then.” She turned up the volume and spun around, her movements loose and uninhibited thanks to the wine. She bent over slightly, giving him a full view of her ass stretching the dress to its limits, then straightened up and ran her hands down her sides. “Like what you see, Mr. Getaway Driver?”
Jason’s grip tightened on his glass, his eyes locked on her. “You’re trouble,” he muttered, but there was no hiding the heat in his voice. His dick stirred in his jeans, already half-hard just from watching her.
Lucia caught his stare and laughed, a throaty sound that sent a shiver down his spine. “Trouble’s my middle name, baby.” She sauntered closer, her hips swaying hypnotically, and stopped right in front of him. “You know what else I’m good at? Teasing.”
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Before he could respond, she turned around and dropped into his lap, grinding her ass against his crotch. Jason groaned, his free hand instinctively grabbing her hip. “Fuck, Lucia…”
“What?” she asked, all faux innocence as she kept moving, the friction driving him nuts. “You don’t like my ass on you?”
“You know damn well I do,” he growled, setting his glass down so he could use both hands. He squeezed her hips, pulling her tighter against him. “You’re gonna kill me one of these days.”
Lucia giggled, twisting to face him. She straddled his lap now, her tits practically spilling out of her dress as she leaned in close. “Good way to go, though, right?” Her breath smelled of wine, her lips hovering an inch from his. “Admit it, Jason—you’ve been dying to get under this dress all night.”
He swallowed hard, his hands sliding up her thighs. “Maybe,” he admitted, his voice rough. “But you’re drunk as hell.”
“So?” She pressed her pussy against the bulge in his jeans, making them both gasp. “Doesn’t mean I don’t want you. I’ve been wet since we walked in here.”
“Jesus, Lucia…” Jason’s self-control was fraying fast. He could feel her heat through his pants, and his dick was fully hard now, straining against the denim.
She smirked, sensing victory. “C’mon, Jason. We’re millionaires now. Let’s fuck like it.” She grabbed his shirt and yanked him into a kiss, sloppy and hungry, her tongue diving into his mouth. Jason kissed her back just as hard, tasting the wine on her lips as his hands roamed up to cup her tits through the dress.
They made out like that for a while, all teeth and tongues, the music thumping in the background. Lucia’s hands fumbled with his belt, her coordination shot thanks to the alcohol, and she laughed against his mouth. “Fuckin’ thing won’t cooperate,” she mumbled.
“Here, let me,” Jason said, undoing it for her. He shoved his jeans and boxers down just enough to free his cock, thick and throbbing in the cool air. Lucia’s eyes widened, and she licked her lips.
“Goddamn, you’re hung,” she said, wrapping her fingers around him and stroking slowly. “How’d I get so lucky?”
Jason groaned, his head tipping back against the couch. “Keep that up, and you’ll find out.”
“Oh, I plan to,” she purred, but then she paused, looking up at him with a drunken grin. “Wait, wait—bedroom. I wanna do this right.”
He didn’t argue. Scooping her up—dress and all—he carried her to the massive bedroom, her legs dangling as she giggled like a kid. “My knight in shining armor,” she teased, nipping at his ear.
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“More like your partner in crime,” he shot back, dropping her onto the king-sized bed. She bounced once, her dress hiking up to expose her black thong, and Jason’s mouth went dry at the sight.
Lucia propped herself up on her elbows, smirking. “Well? You gonna stand there gawking, or you gonna fuck me?”
“Patience,” he said, kicking off his shoes and peeling off his shirt. He climbed onto the bed, hovering over her, and ran his hands up her legs. “First, this dress has gotta go.”
“Thought you liked it,” she pouted, but she lifted her arms to help him. Jason tugged the zipper down, the tight fabric resisting at first, then peeling away to reveal her bare tits and smooth stomach. He slid it off completely, leaving her in just the thong, her fat ass spilling out on the sheets.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he breathed, his hands cupping her tits and squeezing. Her nipples were hard, begging for attention, and he obliged, rolling one between his fingers.
Lucia moaned, arching into his touch. “Mmm, you’re good with your hands. Shoulda known—those getaway moves weren’t a fluke.”
He laughed, a low rumble. “Glad you think so.” He leaned down, sucking a nipple into his mouth, and she gasped, her fingers tangling in his hair.
“Oh, shit, Jason—yes!” Her voice was loud, unrestrained, the wine stripping away any filter. He worked her tits for a while, licking and sucking until she was squirming beneath him, then trailed kisses down her stomach.
When he reached her thong, he hooked his fingers into the sides and yanked it off, tossing it across the room. Her pussy was glistening, pink and perfect, and Jason groaned at the sight. “You weren’t kidding about being wet,” he said, spreading her thighs wider.
“Told you,” she panted, propping herself up to watch him. “Now do something about it.”
He didn’t need more invitation than that. Lowering his head, he licked her slowly, tasting her sweetness, and Lucia’s hips bucked off the bed. “Fuck! Jason, oh my god!” He held her down, his tongue circling her clit, then dipping inside her pussy. She was loud, cursing and moaning, her hands gripping his hair like a lifeline.
“Shit, you’re—ah!—you’re too good at this,” she gasped, her thighs trembling. “Don’t stop, don’t you dare stop!”
Jason grinned against her, sucking her clit hard, and she screamed, her whole body tensing as she came. Her juices coated his tongue, and he lapped them up, drawing out her orgasm until she was a whimpering mess.
When he finally pulled back, his face was slick, and Lucia was staring at him with dazed, lust-filled eyes. “Holy fuck,” she breathed. “You’re a goddamn wizard.”
“Years of practice,” he joked, wiping his chin. “Your turn to return the favor?”
She laughed, sitting up and pushing him onto his back. “Oh, I’m gonna do more than that.” She straddled his hips, her pussy hovering over his dick, and leaned down to kiss him, tasting herself on his lips. “You ready for the ride of your life?”
“Always,” he said, gripping her hips as she lined him up. She sank down slowly, taking him inch by inch, and they both groaned at the feeling. Her pussy was tight, hot, and perfect, stretching around his thick cock.
“Fuck, you’re big,” she moaned, rocking her hips experimentally. “Feels so good.”
“You’re killing me,” Jason gritted out, his hands sliding to her fat ass and squeezing. “Move, Lucia, please.”
She didn’t need to be told twice. She started riding him, slow at first, then faster, her tits bouncing with every thrust. Jason watched, mesmerized, his hands guiding her rhythm. “Goddamn, look at you,” he said, voice hoarse. “Sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”
Lucia grinned, leaning forward so her tits dangled in his face. “Suck ‘em while I fuck you,” she ordered, and he obeyed, latching onto a nipple as she bounced harder. The room filled with the sounds of their bodies—skin slapping, wet squelches, and Lucia’s loud moans.
After a while, Jason flipped her onto her back, hooking her legs over his shoulders. “My turn,” he growled, slamming into her deep and hard. Lucia screamed, her nails raking his back.
“Yes, yes, fuck me!” she cried, her pussy clenching around him. “Harder, Jason, give it to me!”
He pounded her relentlessly, the headboard banging against the wall, and she came again, her whole body shaking. The sight of her—golden dress long gone, tits bouncing, pussy gripping him—pushed Jason over the edge. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he warned, thrusting faster.
“Inside me!” Lucia gasped, locking her legs around him. “Fill me up, baby!”
With a guttural groan, he did, his dick pulsing as he shot his load deep inside her. They collapsed together, sweaty and breathless, his cum leaking out of her as they caught their breath.
For a moment, they just lay there, the afterglow settling over them like a warm blanket. Then Lucia giggled, rolling onto her side to face him. “Well, that’s one way to break in a penthouse.”
Jason laughed, brushing her messy hair back. “Yeah, not a bad start to being millionaires.”
She snuggled closer, her hand resting on his chest. “I love you, Jason. Even if you’re a shitty dancer.”
He smirked, kissing her forehead. “Love you too, Lucia. Even if you’re a sloppy drunk.”
“Hey!” She swatted him playfully, then grinned. “So, what’s next? Buy a yacht? A mansion?”
“How about we just stay in bed all day tomorrow and fuck again?” he suggested, waggling his eyebrows.
Lucia burst out laughing. “Deal. But you’re making breakfast first.”
“Only if you wear that dress again,” he teased.
She winked. “Oh, I’ve got plenty more where that came from.”
They drifted off like that, tangled in each other, the city lights winking outside. Millionaires, lovers, criminals—they’d earned every second of this night, and they weren’t done yet.
