An Early Engagement - Chapter 36
Damian kissed Shirley briefly and whispered, “Relax, Shirley. It’ll be harder if you don’t.” His lips brushed against her ear, sending shivers down her spine and making it impossible for her to think clearly.
“If only it were that easy,” she thought, exasperated by his impossible demand. She couldn’t focus on anything but the sensation of their joined bodies and his closeness.
“Take it out,” she pleaded.
“Okay,” he replied surprisingly agreeably. Shirley looked up at him in disbelief as he began to pull out slightly, but before she could register what was happening, he thrust deeply into her again.
Her eyes widened in shock as he filled her completely, his hips pressed firmly against hers. He held her tightly, his grip on her b******s unyielding as he began to move in earnest.
The sound of their bodies coming together filled the room, wet and rhythmic. Shirley’s moans were captured by Damian’s mouth, their tongues entwined as he swallowed her cries. She could barely catch her breath as he continued to thrust into her, his hips moving relentlessly.
He was gentle, caressing her waist and kissing her deeply, but the force of his thrusts belied his tenderness. It was as if two different people inhabited his body—one loving and gentle, the other fierce and unyielding.
Shirley clung to him, her nails digging into his back and shoulders as she tried to keep up with his punishing pace. But Damian was unyielding, his body taut with desire and determination.
“Shirley, Shirley,” he murmured, his voice a mix of adoration and lust.
The sound of her name spilling from his lips was heart-wrenching. Even as he did this to her, the dissonance left her at a loss for how to react. She clawed at his skin and dug her nails into him, but he remained unmoved, like a statue made of steel. Her efforts only left her exhausted.
In the end, all she could do was wrap her arms around Damian’s neck and sob.
Damian paused briefly as Shirley clung to him, her heartbeat pounding against his chest. For a moment, he stilled, feeling her heart racing against his own. Then, he resumed his movements with renewed vigor.
He thrust into her with such force that her entire body shook, the speed and intensity of his movements leaving her breathless.
“Ah, oh, wait, ah!” she cried out, her voice filled with desperation. But Damian did not stop.
As he drove deeper into her, she felt something spreading inside her, and a sudden fear gripped her.
“No, don’t…,” she pleaded.
“Why not?” he asked, pressing deeper into her.
“The baby…,” she sobbed. “We might make a baby…”
Damian let out a short, dismissive sound and thrust even deeper into her.
“Ah…,” she moaned, her body pressed tightly against his as she felt him release inside her.
“What does it matter?” he murmured. “We’re going to get married anyway.”
The next moment, Shirley’s world flipped upside down.
Her face was buried in the pillow, her hips raised in a humiliating position she had never imagined herself in.
“Damian…?”
A deep shock spread across her face at the animalistic posture, something she had only ever associated with beasts.
“What… what are you…”
A voice filled with fear escaped her. Without a word, Damian approached from behind, gripping her waist and pressing his body tightly against hers. He then spread her legs and slid himself between them.
The moment his hardened length touched her damp entrance, a shiver ran through her entire body. Knowing full well what that thing had done inside her before, Shirley couldn’t help but tense up.
And in this position…
“No, don’t…”
“Heh.”
The moment she tried to push herself up with her hands on the pillow, a hand reached from behind and firmly grasped her swaying chest.
Damian gently kneaded the soft flesh in his large hand before lightly pinching the tip.
While her chest was being toyed with, his rigid length continued to press insistently against her sensitive flesh, as if threatening to push inside at any moment.
Shirley could feel her arms trembling as she struggled to hold herself up.
The sensation of his member slowly rubbing between her legs was overwhelmingly vivid.
The prominent veins, the hard and rough surface, the way it pressed insistently against her sensitive flesh—she felt it all.
Her legs shook as she accepted what he was doing. It didn’t seem like he had any intention of entering her just yet.
It was as if he had decided to take his time teasing her.
The sensation of his slick s***t sliding between her tightly pressed thighs was both unfamiliar and strangely stimulating.
It hovered near her entrance, as if teasing the idea of entering, but only gave shallow stimulation as it slid back and forth.
It didn’t give her the deep pleasure she craved.
And that was driving her mad.
The longer he teased her, the more the heat between her legs grew, making it impossible for her to control her body. When Damian’s fingertips grazed her n*****s, a soft moan escaped her. The sensation of his large hands kneading her chest felt good.
The way his thick, hard length rubbed between her thighs also felt good.
But…
“Stop, Damian.”
Finally unable to hold back, Shirley buried her face in the pillow.
“Hng…”
At her sobbing sound, Damian paused his movements and looked down at her.
“What’s wrong, Shirley?”
His question sounded genuinely innocent, as if he truly didn’t understand why she was reacting this way.
“Please…”
“Please, what?”
“Stop…”
“You want me to stop?”
Thankfully, Damian stopped his movements.
“Should we end it like this, Shirley?”
His whisper was unbearably teasing. Shirley could guess what Damian wanted, what he was aiming for, but she didn’t want to give in. Yet, she had no choice. She was the one feeling like she might die if this continued.
“Put it… in.”
Her small, trembling voice made Damian’s eyes curve into a smile.
“What was that? I couldn’t hear you, Shirley.”
“Put it… in.”
Her face flushed red to the tips of her ears as Shirley repeated herself.
I’m telling you to put it in, you idiot.
Her voice was tinged with frustration. Hearing it, Damian’s lips curled into a sly smile.
