An Early Engagement - Chapter 37- What Happened at the Villa (2)
In the darkness, a pair of eyes glowed particularly brightly, scanning the woman pinned beneath.
“Ah, clothes, huh… Damian…”
Lying face down, unable to see Damian, she called out his name desperately.
“……”
“Ugh… Dami…an.”
Even though she knew full well whose body was pressing against her, the absence of her fiancé from her view filled her with fear, causing her to call his name repeatedly.
However, cruelly, her fiancé did not respond to her calls. Instead, he only intensified the thrusts of his member into her lower opening.
“Ah-ahh…”
The narrow passage, which had never been entered by anyone before, struggled to accommodate Damian, clenching tightly around him as he moved in and out.
Damian closed his eyes, savoring the sensation, then withdrew slightly before thrusting deeply into her again.
“Ah!”
Shirley’s body collapsed forward, her arms trembling as they barely supported her. Her waist and hips quivered, revealing the strain of her first s****l experience.
Damian smiled, taking in the sight before him. Every time her lower opening tightened around him, an indescribable sensation surged through him.
With her upper body fully pressed into the sheets, her hips were lifted high, accentuating the curves of her body. And at the point where they were joined, the lewd opening was slick with her fluids, foaming slightly.
As Damian’s hand gently stroked the place where his member was joined with her, another sob-like moan escaped her lips. It was immensely satisfying.
A faint smile played at the corners of Damian’s mouth. The sight of Shirley, helplessly crying while taking him in, the lewdness of her lower body clenching tightly around him, and the endless calling of his name…
“Why, why…?”
Her voice trembled with accusation, laced with resentment.
Perhaps she felt as if she were being violated by a faceless stranger. If that thought excited her more…
A sharp glint flashed across his darkened eyes.
Thud.
“Ugh!”
The force of his thrust sent Shirley’s face crashing into the pillow. As he buried himself deep inside her, holding her tightly in his arms, she let out a cry of distress.
He pinned her down, immobilizing her, and drove his hips upward, pushing even deeper inside her.
“Wh-what… ah… ah…”
His hand suddenly moved down to press firmly against her lower abdomen, eliciting a sharp intake of breath.
“No, no, please…”
Her face, buried in the pillow, shook vigorously in denial. Her hands desperately clawed at the sheets, but to no avail.
“Damian, Damian.”
Even as she called his name as if her life depended on it, he remained silent.
“Damiaaan… Are you there?”
Only when her cries turned into near-sobbing did Damian finally speak.
“I’m here, Shirley.”
“……”
“I’ve been here all along.”
The hand that had been pressing firmly against her lower abdomen now gently caressed her.
“Why are you so scared?”
“Ah……”
“I’m right here.”
Hearing his voice finally brought her a sense of relief, and she exhaled a fragile sigh. It was the sigh of a woman reassured that the man taking her from behind was indeed her fiancé.
The familiar voice in her ear finally calmed her, and Shirley began to cry softly.
“Huh, huh……”
Damian pulled out and turned Shirley onto her back, looking down at her. Her face was a mess, streaked with tears, as she gazed up at him.
“Shh, good girl, Shirley.”
His tongue slid smoothly into her parted lips.
“Mmm…”
She clung to him, losing herself in the deep kiss. Meanwhile, Damian spread her legs and entered her again.
“Ah!”
Her wet interior welcomed him without resistance, and he smiled as he broke the kiss.
“How does it feel to have me inside you while looking at my face?”
“……”
“You were scared earlier. Or were you excited?”
His touch was gentle as he caressed her face, but his movements below were anything but tender.
“Do you get more excited when you can’t see my face? Hmm?”
With each thrust, Shirley’s body bounced, unable to resist the force. Her b*****s, swaying with the motion, were immediately captured by Damian’s hands and kneaded.
“No, ah… ah…”
“Would you have reacted the same way if it were someone else, not me? Hmm?”
Shirley seemed too breathless to comprehend the question, only managing to gasp for air.
“Hmm? Shirley. Would you scream in pleasure for anyone who did this to you? Beg for more?”
The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room.
“Or did you imagine this? Giving yourself to a stranger…”
“No, no…”
Her faint denial brought a smile to Damian’s lips. As he ground his hips deeply into her, Shirley’s soaked walls clenched tightly around him, making him grit his teeth.
“I’m going to come like this.”
He whispered lowly, then abruptly stopped all movement.
“……”
Confused by the sudden halt, Shirley lifted her head to look at him. Damian remained still, neither thrusting deeper nor withdrawing, leaving her bewildered.
“Wh-what are you doing…?”
Her face was flushed, tears and saliva streaking her cheeks, her lips and skin glistening with sweat. The sight was overwhelmingly stimulating. Damian clenched his jaw again, fighting the urge to release.
