I Pray That You Forget Me - Chapter 70
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“Ah, ah, ugh…”
Johann was definitely helpful. The pleasure from his thick s***t pushing deep inside me was much more intense than before, enough to make me forget the burning pain in my thighs.
“Uh, ah, umm, ahh…”
It felt much better, but still, I couldn’t reach climax. The moment the stimulation from both the tip of his p–is and his fingers coincided, it felt overwhelmingly good, but it was fleeting and didn’t sustain.
Creak, creak.
As I continuously swayed my hips, Johann’s fingers kept missing the nub, brushing past it.
Frustrated, I pressed against his fingers, trying to grind on the nub more consistently, but it felt clumsy compared to the delicate stimulation from his fingertips.
Had my body become so unresponsive that now this level of stimulation wasn’t satisfying anymore?
Moreover, with us sitting face-to-face and Johann reaching between us, we had to separate our bodies, which distracted me every time my chests bounced with the movement.
Squish, squish, squish.
“Ugh…”
The climax always seemed within reach but would flee the moment my focus shifted. Was my body always this difficult to bring to climax? It seemed so easy when I left it all up to Johann.
“Rize, hold on.”
Watching me struggle, Johann suddenly withdrew his hands from me and grabbed my waist.
“Why… Ah!”
As soon as my movements stopped, he abruptly lifted and pulled me off him. Snap. The sound of our bodies separating was stark, and the sensation of the fluid that had been trapped inside me running down my thighs was even more vivid, making me flinch at Johann’s actions.
“What are you doing? What are you trying to do?”
He turned me around to sit down, a bad feeling beginning to form faintly.
“I have a good idea.”
Johann said he had figured out a way to stimulate my nub without losing grip while also supporting my chest. But why was he making me lie down on the bed like this?
‘It’s almost like I’m a dog…’
As I froze up at the thought, I felt him penetrate sharply from behind.
“Ah…”
Being on all fours with Johann entering from behind was eerily similar to what I had seen the Major do to Brigitta that morning. The shocking scene I witnessed in the Major’s bedroom overlapped with our own, making me feel as if I had been reduced to a mere object.
‘But Johann wouldn’t treat me like a b***h, would he?’
I tried to shake off the unpleasant thoughts, but couldn’t. Johann’s hands gripped my waist and pulled me tightly against him, trapping me more firmly.
The Major had done something similar.
For a moment, it felt as if it wasn’t Johann behind me but the Major treating me like an animal. Even though I knew it wasn’t true, my pounding heart wildly entertained these absurd thoughts.
This is ridiculous. He had only entered; he hadn’t even started moving yet. But in my unleashed imagination, the Major was already brutally thrusting into me like a beast. It was humiliating and horrific.
“I don’t like this. I don’t want this.”
“You don’t?”
I was relieved to hear Johann’s voice from behind.
“Does it hurt?”
“It’s not that, it’s just…”
“Then what’s uncomfortable?”
I couldn’t honestly say it was because this position reminded me of the one that had driven me to tears and into his arms earlier that day.
“Just…”
“Just?”
“It feels like something only animals would do… It’s disgusting and degrading…”
“Disgusting and degrading?”
As he spoke, a low chuckle came from behind me, and his large hand gently pressed against the small of my back. Then slowly, soothingly, he stroked up along my spine, leaving a trail of warmth in its wake.
“You are beautiful and lovely no matter what….”
Johann said as his sweat-dampened hand trailed down my spine, reaching my nape. I stiffened for a moment, involuntarily imagining that powerful hand grasping my hair.
“Ah…”
His grip was real, but it was on my shoulder, not my hair. Johann leaned in and gently kissed my goosebumped shoulder.
“But if you really don’t like this position…”
“Ah!”
Suddenly, Johann pulled me into his arms and sat back on the bed, causing me to end up sitting on top of him.
“Ah…”
The solid mass inside me pressed against my abdomen, sending waves of pleasure through me, as Johann whispered in my ear.
“Is this better? You’ve never seen animals mate like this.”
He was right; this was no longer a posture akin to animals coupling.
“Now, try moving.”
Johann wrapped his arms around my chest for support and slid his fingers through the moist bush below as he encouraged me with slight movements of his hips.
“Uh, ah, but…”
I was still uncomfortable with the backward position.
“I can’t see your face this way.”
