Chapter 76 #2
She immediately started a new line, sighing softly as I began rubbing against her again.
His rosy hardness, veined with pulsating longing, pressed against my throbbing opening, ready to push into me.
My hand obeyed her words, and I grabbed my cock, pressing my glans down against her lips until I felt her opening, drenched in her sticky juices.
She paused, but seemed to be a quick learner, because she immediately tried to keep writing.
He filled me completely…
“So impatient,” I murmured with a smirk.
“Please push it in. It’s so much warmer in there…”
Fuck, this woman.
“Write it. Slowly,” I growled, as if I didn’t want to be inside her as fast as possible myself. But the more intense the torture, the more pleasurable the release.
She obeyed while I inhaled the scent of her hair and, dazed for a moment, closed my eyes.
When I opened them again, Quill was writing the most depraved lines I’d ever read from her.
He pressed his throbbing glans against my lips, which were parting for him, ready to drench them with his hot white seed.
With a rasping growl that escaped my throat unchecked, I pressed my glans against her leaking pussy, feeling her lips part slightly for me.
He hesitated, circling the tip of his cock hungrily against Velina’s rose-petals.
She knew what she was doing…
Again I obeyed, circling my cock until she whimpered, yet continued writing.
Suddenly he paused, and when Velina wasn’t expecting it, he slid himself agonizingly slowly into her.
“Clever girl,” I snorted, laughing softly, before I circled again, spreading her own juices generously across her slit.
I could feel her waiting, yet also trying to keep writing.
I paused, felt her inhale sharply and push her butt toward me.
“Quill?”
“Mm?”
That was the moment I thrust into her, making her claw at the bedsheet with her free hand.
“Ugh!”
Sooner or later that sound would rob me of all my sanity.
With my elbows braced, I wrapped my arms around her, grabbed her tits, and she let out a whimper.
That was exactly how my Velina liked it. To be trapped. Helpless. Before she would let Atrinus have his way with her.
“Keep writing,” I gritted out, sinking all the way into her and pressing myself against her trembling body.
Atrinus began massaging her breasts until her hard nipples strained against his burning fingers.
I clamped her nipples between my thumbs and index fingers, and she whimpered as if it were causing her pain, yet pressed her ass against me, so I pulled back before thrusting into her again, gently squeezing her nipples.
She moaned in surprise.
He pulled out of her, but couldn’t bear not to fill her, caught between the desire to grind himself to climax inside her and the desire never to pull out of her again.
She hadn’t just read my books. She had damn well studied Atrinus’s behavior.
I pulled out of her, pushed back into her, and she did what she’d already done yesterday: she began massaging my cock with her pussy.
How the hell did she do that?
All the while, she kept writing.
Driven by lust, he whipped the relentless whimpering from Velina’s throat.
She wanted me to fuck her harder. Fine.
Again I squeezed her nipples as I rammed into her, until I found a rhythm and clawed at her tits.
He wanted to…
I fucked her even harder until she couldn’t help but moan with pleasure through clenched teeth.
…break her…
Her writing grew increasingly halting, but she was doing her best.
Time to praise her.
“That’s good. That’s my little whore,” I whispered breathlessly into her neck, breathing against her, getting faster.
She clenched around my cock, on purpose, getting tighter and tighter, so that I was the one who couldn’t concentrate on what she was writing anymore.
He… spurted… against… her lips…
I clenched my jaw, pulled out of her quickly, and felt myself cumming.
Quill flinched with an aroused high-pitched sound in her throat as I felt the slight pressure my first spurt left on her slit before I pushed back into her to spill the rest of my seed inside her.
She pressed herself against me as well, turned her head toward me, and I leaned forward to kiss her, amidst all these overwhelming feelings, as I shot my load into her one last time.
Poison Ivy
Hemi Moore
This woman was the heaven I never believed I would find anywhere in this hell on earth. An unfortunate coincidence? Because even in the ecstasy of my orgasm, I felt her slipping through my fingers.
Pulling my lips away from hers, I slid back, slightly out of breath, and turned her onto her back.
“What can I do to make you come?”
She looked at me as if this question surprised her, even though it was high time I brought her to climax.
“I… can’t come…”
I raised both eyebrows, trying not to feast my eyes on her splattered blossom again.
“What do you mean?”
“I can’t have an orgasm.” She propped herself up on her elbows, studying me as if watching for my reaction. “Not without tensing up extremely and rubbing my clit… and only while lying down.”
Interesting… I actually hadn’t encountered anything like this before, even though I had tried to specialize in women’s bodies and women’s healthcare during my medical studies twenty years ago, because the field back then – just as it still was today – had been so backward and shaped by the influence of a patriarchal society.
I let my hands wander to her thighs, gently pushed them apart, and stared – just like yesterday – helplessly at her smeared pussy.
My cum was leaking out of her.
I pressed my lips together.
“May I?” I asked.
She hesitated.