The Hungry Tyrant's Bedroom - Chapter 33
His finger moved toward her vaginal opening.
The slightly parted entrance now easily accepted a finger.
As it slid inside, the joint rubbed against her perineum, intensifying the pleasure.
Delicate flesh was crushed.
Her pale skin flushed bright red all at once.
“Haah······ ha, ha.”
Pleasure surged in and then receded.
The tingling was so sharp it felt like sparks were flying in the pitch-black darkness.
Unaware of her own embarrassment, she moved her hips in time with his hand, but when he stopped, the muscles that missed the movement clenched tightly.
Shaking her hips lasciviously, she whispered softly,
“You’re so bad······.”
Although he knew well how to bring her to climax, he stopped whenever she seemed close to a greater pleasure.
Floria hated him for that.
“You’re a bad man. You lied when you said it was your first time······.
Or how else could you make me feel like this······.”
She didn’t know whether it was that he drew her into excitement, or that, even through her clothes, she wanted him after that brief contact.
Was this what married couples were supposed to be like?
She wanted to be crushed in his rough embrace. She didn’t know how to explain this urge.
Tightening her heated inner muscles, Floria whispered to him,
“Aidan······.”
Her moans broke her voice repeatedly.
“Aidan······. Please put it in. Not your fingers······.”
That thing she felt earlier— that hard, long thing······.
Unable to say the rest, his fingers did not move.
In the end, she had no choice but to speak directly.
“Please put your thing inside me.”
At her plea, his thick finger slid along her vaginal wall and pulled out.
“Hng.”
Even that withdrawal made her moan.
Aidan expertly removed his clothes and grabbed her waist as she lay face down.
Though unseen, she could estimate its size by feel—His hard, hot, pulsing member touched her.
Soon, it would enter again.
The pain she had felt last time, mixed with the pleasure already tasted many times by his tongue and fingers, made her tense.
But her body was honest despite her mind.
Supporting herself on her arms, her hips arched back like a dog trying to receive the man’s member.
Her trembling hips quivered lasciviously.
There was no shame or embarrassment.
She only wanted him.
Her mind was filled with nothing but him.
The man looking at her controlled her completely, from head to toe.
He exuded a subtle scent— a fragrance that stimulated her enough to make saliva pool in her mouth. That scent not only teased her mouth but also tickled between her legs, making the transparent wetness stain the white skin of her thighs.
“I want you······.”
“Good.”
He bit and released her earlobe from behind.
“If that’s what you want.”
He ignited a fire and claimed it was entirely because Floria desired it, which annoyed her,
But she was the one who wanted it more desperately now, so she couldn’t help herself.
Instinctively, she lifted and shook her hips.
“Anything you want.”
The man grabbed her slender waist and pressed against her.
His large member gently parted her folds and touched her entrance.
Different from fingers in hardness and size.
Everything was overwhelming.
Holding her breath and waiting, his member slowly pushed inside her vaginal opening.
These days, Floria’s vaginal opening, trained by Aidan’s fingers and tongue, stretched more easily than before, but still it was not enough to comfortably accept his thick, aroused member.
Aidan’s member squeezed tightly as it forced open the door and entered.
“Hngh······.”
Her body, already familiar with pleasure, felt pleasure before pain.
Her vaginal muscles stretched to the fullest and clung to his p***s.
With one hand, he gripped Floria’s shoulder, and with the other, her waist.
He gently lifted her body, using gravity to push even deeper inside.
“Ha······.”
Aidan’s breath brushed her ear from right behind her.
