An Early Engagement - Chapter 35
“Ah, oh, Da… Damian,” Shirley gasped, her body trembling as his tongue thrust in and out, the pointed tip sweeping across her inner walls. She desperately wanted to escape, but Damian’s firm grip on her legs made it impossible.
Everything felt strange. Something inside her was pulsing, releasing a steady flow that soaked her thighs, the sheets, and Damian’s chin.
“Oh…,” she moaned, overwhelmed by the sensation of her drenched lower body.
“Stop, please…,” she begged, but the wet sounds continued unabated. Damian seemed to savor every moment, his face buried between her legs, showing no sign of stopping.
It was a long time before he finally lifted his head.
“…You’re so wet, Shirley,” he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction.
She was too exhausted to resist, her legs limp and unresponsive even without his weight pinning her down. Damian gazed at her with a look of pure adoration, as if she were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.
“Good girl,” he praised, his words making her blush with embarrassment. He gently patted her bottom, the gesture both affectionate and possessive.
She wanted to close her legs, to hide herself from his intense gaze, but her body refused to obey. It was as if she no longer had control over her own limbs. She lay there, exposed and vulnerable, as Damian’s eyes roamed over her.
“Don’t… don’t look,” she pleaded weakly, her voice barely above a whisper.
“Why not? You’re so beautiful,” he replied, his voice filled with wonder and desire.
Damian traced the length of her slit with his long finger and said, “You’re so wet… It’s so dirty, Shirley. No matter how much I lick, it keeps coming.”
“Stop it,” she pleaded, shaking her head in disbelief at his crude words. This wasn’t the Damian she knew. Her Damian wouldn’t speak like this. But if it wasn’t him, then who was this person?
She opened her eyes to see Damian smiling down at her, as if he knew exactly what she was thinking. He began to undress, his eyes never leaving hers. She watched as he shed each piece of clothing, a sense of dread washing over her as she anticipated what was to come.
As he removed his pants, his e******n sprang free, and Shirley’s face paled in shock. Damian, unfazed by her reaction, took himself in hand and began to stroke his length, his e******n growing even larger with each movement.
Shirley’s eyes widened as she watched him rub the glistening tip of his c**k. Even with her lack of experience, she knew what this meant. Damian was preparing to enter her.
“No, no…,” she stammered, suddenly finding the strength to move. She propped herself up on her elbows and desperately tried to scoot away.
But she didn’t get far before a strong hand gripped her ankle, holding her in place.
“Where are you going, Shirley?” Damian’s gaze was almost crazed as he looked down at her feeble attempt to escape. A shiver ran down Shirley’s spine.
He pulled her ankle, dragging her closer to him. “You said you wanted to try it.”
“I never said…,” she protested, her voice trembling. She had only said she wanted to see, and even that was Melissa’s idea, not hers. But Damian looked like a man possessed, beyond reason.
He draped her leg over his shoulder, pinning her in place. “No, stop,” she begged, her voice filled with desperation.
“You gave me permission, Shirley,” he replied, his voice gentle yet firm, leaving no room for argument.
“It won’t fit! You idiot, you idiot!” She struggled, trying to free her leg from his shoulder, but he held her tightly. Her thrashing only served to spread her legs wider, giving Damian a clear view of her most intimate place.
“How do you know if you haven’t even tried?” he murmured, looking down at her with adoration as tears streamed down her face. “You’ll find out soon enough, Shirley.”
He aligned the tip of his c**k, glistening with precum, with her wet entrance and paused for a moment, looking into her eyes. Then, with a single thrust, he pushed inside her.
“Ah!” she cried out, her body convulsing from the shock of his sudden invasion. “Oh, oh…,” she moaned, her breath hitching as he filled her completely, his c**k pressing firmly against her inner walls.
“Is this it?” Shirley thought, her breath hitching as she endured the intense sensation. It was more overwhelming than she had imagined, but she managed to bear it.
Looking up at Damian with tear-filled eyes, she saw his face contorted slightly, as if he too was in pain. Could it be that he was hurting as much as she was?
“Da… Damian…,” she called out tentatively. His furrowed brow relaxed as he looked at her.
“Shirley,” he murmured, leaning down to kiss her forehead, nose, and lips in turn. “It’s okay.”
His soothing voice was like honey, and Shirley felt a sense of relief wash over her. “Is… is it over?” she asked hopefully.
“Not yet,” he replied, a hint of amusement in his voice.
Before she could process his words, he thrust deeper inside her, eliciting a sharp cry. “Ah, ah…,” she moaned, her body tensing at the sudden movement.
“It’s okay, Shirley. It’s okay,” he reassured her, though his actions betrayed his words. He had no intention of stopping.
“Do you know how beautiful you look right now?” he murmured, his gaze fixed on the place where their bodies were joined. Shirley’s face flushed a deep red at his blatant stare.
“Don’t look, don’t… ah!” she cried out, trying to turn away.
“Relax, Shirley,” Damian said, gently caressing the place where they were connected. Her legs, still draped over his shoulders, trembled uncontrollably.
