In the Doghouse - Chapter 52
“Hnnngh—!”
Startled by the sound that escaped her own mouth, Courtney quickly shut her lips. Everywhere his mouth touched, his breath felt like fire against her skin. The sensation was so intense, it felt as if her skin were being peeled off, leaving her hyper-sensitive.
Richard closed his eyes slowly, taking in the lewd scent that filled his lungs. The same smell that had kept him aroused throughout the day. The thought that Courtney had gotten this worked up while tormenting him only added to his excitement.
He immediately extended his tongue to taste her hot flesh. The slick liquid filled his mouth as he greedily devoured the nectar.
“Mmmnh…!”
Courtney bit her lips, but she couldn’t fully stifle the sounds that escaped. Richard’s lips and tongue were all too vividly felt. Instinctively, her hips began to move up and down, as if grinding.
His soft tongue swept over her folds, even exploring the delicate parts of her folds. Another wave of her essence gushed forth, and he eagerly swallowed it, making satisfied sounds as he drank it all down.
“Hnnh! Ngh! Mnnh!”
Courtney, feeling overwhelmed by the unfamiliar intensity of the sensations, lifted her hips to escape. But Richard, not wanting to let her go just yet after getting a taste, reflexively grabbed her thighs and pulled her down again. He couldn’t let her escape now.
Courtney slapped his hands away harshly before fully sitting on his face again.
“Stay, hnnh, still.”
“Mmphmm—”
With an incomprehensible mumble, Richard’s hands went right back to where they were before.
Courtney planted her hips down firmly. She wanted to enjoy it gracefully, but her sanity was teetering like a candle flame about to go out. Unfiltered words began to tumble from her mouth.
“Does it taste good?”
“Mmm.”
“You once asked me to sit on your face, didn’t you?”
“Mmm.”
“Then do it more… earnestly.”
“Mmm.”
His tongue penetrated deep inside her, exploring the folds of her inner walls as they contracted rhythmically in response to his intrusion.
Now a bit more accustomed to the sensations, Courtney began to tilt her neck slightly, allowing herself to savor his dedicated attention. For the first time, she started to understand why people enjoyed s-x so much—though she doubted other people’s experiences were quite like this. A slow-building pleasure simmered deep within her, warming her from the inside out.
She took a moment to admire the man beneath her, his body firmly pressed under her. Her nails scratched across Richard’s stiffened nxxples, which begged for more attention. Shifting her gaze downward, she noticed his cxck, still leaking, standing pitifully alone in the air. Somehow, the sight struck her as both amusing and pathetic.
“Ahh…!”
His chin pressed against her swollen clxt, sending a sharp jolt of pleasure through her. More fluids spilled from her, and Courtney instinctively ground her hips against his face, desperate to relive that same sensation.
“Aah, right there.”
She shifted her hips back slightly, and Richard, catching on quickly, flattened his tongue and began to rub it against her clxt. His nose brushed against her empty opening as Courtney rocked her hips back and forth.
Richard sucked on her clxt, his lips moving with fervor, while her juices drenched his entire face. He felt both a bittersweet humiliation and a strange satisfaction at being used like her personal s-x toy, as if he were licking a candy on his tongue.
“Hnngh, mmnnh—!”
Despite herself, nasal moans escaped Courtney’s lips. The sound was vulgar, but she no longer cared. After all, it was better than the man beneath her, burying his face between her thighs and making all sorts of obscene noises.
Even while enjoying the mounting pleasure, a gnawing hunger stirred deep inside her. Her primal instincts told her exactly how to fill the emptiness inside her.
Not with his tongue, but with something bigger. Something harder.
“Richard. Stop.”
Straightening her trembling waist, Courtney pushed herself up to her knees. Richard, disappointed, licked his lips and sighed as if yearning for more. She barely managed to pull her shaky legs back.
That was her limit. As Courtney collapsed onto the bed, Richard merely rolled his eyes upward to look at her.
“Sit up.”
Richard quickly rolled over and sat up as instructed. Courtney stifled the sigh that tried to escape her lips. Unlike Richard, who still seemed like he was full of energy, she was on the verge of collapsing. Even so, she forced herself to sit upright.
His gaze lingered on her glistening, swollen entrance, which he had just been tasting. He didn’t need to be told what would come next—it was obvious.
Finally, the moment had come.
The moment to offer his vxrgxnity to her, his master.
Despite the lack of a grand ceremonial moment, Richard felt an immense sense of pride that his body was untouched, pure, and ready to be offered to her. How could he possibly present anything secondhand to her?
Meanwhile, Courtney was trying to keep her own nerves hidden, though that was becoming increasingly difficult. Even controlling her expression was a challenge.
The atmosphere in the bedroom had become heavy. Despite only wearing a thin slip, it felt suffocating. Courtney tried to peel the sweat-soaked fabric from her body, but her hands kept slipping.
Richard hesitated, unsure if it would be appropriate to help. Then Courtney shot him a look, giving him a clear command.
“Help me take this off.”
“Yes, Master.”
