An Early Engagement - Chapter 34
Damian’s body, pressed against hers, was completely different from her childhood memories. It was heavy, firm, and unbearably hot.
“Stop, please…,” Shirley pleaded, her face contorted in discomfort as Damian obsessively sucked on her n****e.
She desperately tried to push his head away, but he wouldn’t budge. He clung to her like a starving kitten nursing from its mother.
“This…this is weird…,” she whimpered, tugging at his hair with all her might. For a moment, his sucking slowed down, and she thought he might stop. But then, he grabbed both her wrists and pinned them above her head.
“What…what are you doing?” she stammered. Her slender wrists were easily restrained by one of his hands. Damian resumed sucking on her b****t as if nothing had happened.
“Ah, oh, ah…,” she moaned, her body writhing from the mix of ticklish and electric sensations. One side of her b****t felt like it might fall off from his relentless sucking.
As soon as the thought crossed her mind, Damian moved his lips to the other b****t. Unable to move her hands, Shirley’s hips twitched instead. The bulge between his legs pressed even harder against her.
Sensing her attempt to pull away, Damian pressed his lower body firmly against hers, grinding with an intensity that threatened to penetrate her at any moment. The sound of fabric rubbing together was accompanied by a sticky wetness.
Though layers of clothing separated them, it felt meaningless. Shirley could clearly feel his hardness through her thin underwear, and her face contorted in a mix of pleasure and discomfort.
Damian continued to move his hips while his tongue never stopped its relentless exploration. Trapped beneath the body of a man who had just come of age, Shirley could do nothing but endure his caresses.
“Wait, Damian. Wait…,” Shirley pleaded desperately, but it seemed he had no intention of stopping. His earlier permission was all he needed to proceed, and he wasn’t going to give her a chance to change her mind.
She finally understood the meaning of his words—once he had her promise, he wouldn’t back down.
“Shirley,” Damian called out, his face coming into view as her vision blurred with heat. He lifted his head from her wet chest and stared intently at her. Her wrists were freed, but her body was too weak to move.
She felt her thin underwear being slowly pulled down. Despite the intimacy of the moment, she couldn’t resist. The sensation of her soaked underwear being removed was overwhelmingly vivid.
She felt embarrassed—not just because Damian was the one taking off her underwear, but because of how wet she was down there. But the real embarrassment was yet to come.
His long fingers spread her wet entrance and slipped inside. He moved confidently, exploring her depths without hesitation.
“Stop, please…,” she begged, squirming at the unfamiliar sensation. Damian pressed down firmly on her thighs and inserted a second finger.
Her tight passage stretched a little more to accommodate him. Her body, already accustomed to his first finger, readily accepted the second.
A wet sound filled the air as his fingers moved in and out, and her moans grew louder with each stroke.
“No, please, don’t…,” she whimpered, but her body betrayed her, responding to his touch despite her protests.
Shirley tried desperately to push Damian away, but he didn’t budge. Her efforts only resulted in him grabbing her hand and persistently sucking on her fingers.
“You said…,” he began.
“….” she replied, her voice trailing off.
“…you trust me,” he finished.
As if to emphasize that she couldn’t take back her words, his fingers moved faster inside her. The wet sounds filled the room, echoing off the walls.
“Ah, mm, oh…,” she moaned, her body writhing as his fingers brushed against her inner walls. She felt like a butterfly pinned to a board, helplessly fluttering but unable to escape his touch.
“It’s okay, Shirley,” Damian murmured, his tongue tracing a slow path down her chest. He gently nipped at her b*****s, sucking and teasing her n*****s, making sure she heard every wet sound.
His tongue continued its journey downward, finally reaching between her trembling legs. He spread her wide and pressed his soft tongue against her wet entrance. She gasped in shock, trying to kick her legs free, but his strong grip held her firmly in place.
He began to lick her like a cat lapping up milk, his tongue delving deeper with each stroke. Shirley’s struggles grew weaker as pleasure coursed through her body. When his tongue slipped inside her, her hips bucked upward, but Damian held her tightly, his arms wrapped around her legs like a snake coiling around its prey.
“Ah, oh, mm…,” she cried out, her body flushing with a mix of embarrassment and arousal. The sensation of his tongue inside her was overwhelming, even more intense than his fingers had been.
Damian spread her wider with his fingers, pushing his tongue even deeper. Shirley could do nothing but surrender to the waves of pleasure crashing over her.
