In the Doghouse - Chapter 96
The wet heat of his mouth enveloped her sensitive peak, sucking on it as though he were an eager child. His tongue, which had so often driven her to ecstasy, diligently teased and flicked at her hardened nxxple.
He didn’t neglect the other one either. What had once been gentle teasing around her brxxst was now a focused, relentless attack, his fingers mercilessly tweaking and kneading the tender flesh.
“Mmm… ah!”
Courtney let out soft moans, clutching his hair as she writhed beneath him. She had never felt such concentrated physical pleasure before. Not even when he sucked on her down below had it been this intense. Her undergarments were completely soaked, sticky with the arousal that had pooled between her legs without him even touching her there.
The brxxst he sucked on felt like it was melting in his mouth, while the other was being twisted and pulled, the heat almost unbearable. Just as she thought her nxxples might actually tear off from the overstimulation, his lips moved elsewhere.
“Ah…!”
His tongue, warm and slick, brushed against her flushed skin, leaving a crawling sensation in its wake. Richard licked her raw nxxples with languid strokes, as if trying to soothe them after their abuse, but his fingers continued to pinch and tease the one he had left.
By the time his head moved back and forth a few more times, Courtney had instinctively closed her thighs, rubbing them together as she squirmed. Her stomach and between her legs were itching, burning with a desire she could no longer ignore.
The attention to her brxxsts was exquisite, but now she craved something more direct. If he didn’t give her the relief she needed soon, she was going to have to do it herself.
“Richard… Ah, now… please…”
“Yes.”
Richard obediently lowered himself, and Courtney sighed, her chest still heaving from the relentless stimulation.
He swiftly removed her drenched underwear, which peeled away from her skin, leaving her exposed to the cool air between her legs. She barely had time to feel self-conscious, her mind too preoccupied with the sight of Richard’s still-hard erxctixn.
All she could think about was how desperately she wanted it inside her, stretching her, satisfying that unbearable itch deep inside.
But once again, Richard had other plans.
“Mmm…!”
He buried his face between her thighs, pressing his mouth to her swollen s-x with such fervor that it seemed like he was determined to devour her entirely. He sucked and licked with reckless abandon, as though her arousal was a feast laid out just for him.
While it was something Courtney usually relished, this wasn’t what she wanted right now.
“Ah! Hah, no! That’s not… hng, what I need!”
“Mmphmmmph.”
What is he saying? Courtney, frustrated, twisted her hips, trying to escape his mouth, but Richard held her thighs firmly in place and continued his ministrations without pause. His tongue plunged into her, forcing her slick opening apart while the sharp ridge of his nose rubbed against her throbbing clxt, sending her spiraling with pleasure.
Courtney’s breaths came in rapid, shallow bursts. It felt good, no question about that. Her body had become so sensitive that even the lightest brush of his breath felt like a shock of electricity. But it wasn’t enough. What she needed now was something deeper, something harder and more solid.
She reached down, grabbing his hair again, pulling him even closer to her as she ground her hips into his face. Yet still, it wasn’t enough. His lips and tongue were too soft, too gentle. She needed something that could really reach her insides, scratch the itch that was driving her crazy.
“Ah! Please… do it properly! Hurryyy—!”
No matter how much Courtney bucked her hips and begged, Richard remained steadfast. Instead of giving her what she wanted, he slipped his hands under her knees and pushed her legs up, folding her body in half. Her plush, rounded backside lifted into the air, exposing everything to him in the most vulnerable position possible.
Courtney’s eyes flew wide with shock.
“What are you doing…!”
Richard’s eyes gleamed like a madman’s as he gazed down at the feast before him. Her swollen, reddened s-x was drenched, but just below, her small, untouched anvs remained tightly closed. With deliberate slowness, he licked a long line from her tailbone to her clxt.
“Ah! Not there! Don’t!”
The feeling of his tongue against such an intimate place sent shivers down Courtney’s spine, and she squirmed in protest.
Sure, she had teased Richard’s backside before, even pushing fingers and a plug inside him, but she had never imagined herself being in that position. Was this his way of getting back at her? The thought filled her with a sense of betrayal so strong that tears pricked her eyes.
“That’s dirty, don’t—mmmngh…!”
Richard remained completely unbothered. He lapped at the delicate creases, his tongue gathering the moisture that had pooled between them as he replied casually.
“It’s not dirty at all. You’re perfectly clean… and beautiful.”
Courtney stared at him in disbelief. With her hips raised high, she could see everything: the flushed red of her wet s-x, and beyond it, Richard’s face buried between her thighs. Her brxxsts were pressed against her thighs, and the sight of her own body—so exposed and debased—was unbearable.
“Why would you…!”
“A proper attendant leaves nothing unserved.”
“Crazy—”
His eyes, despite his calm demeanor, sparkled with an intensity that only made him seem more unhinged to Courtney.
She had gotten used to his crazy talk over time, dismissing it as part of his character, but now she was certain.
He was definitely a madman.
