When That Door Opens - Chapter 14
“Don’t be mistaken, Jerome.”
It’s far from over. Like a skilled rider, Yvonne straddled his body, knees bent. Positioning his menacingly e***t c*ck at her entrance, she lowered herself onto it.
“Ah, ugh…!”
“Ugh!”
Moans escaped both their lips simultaneously.
The slick sound of her wet flesh splitting filled the room, but Yvonne had to bite down on her lip to stifle any noise. She finally realized how hard it was to take him in without his fingers loosening her first.
“Ha, ha…!”
As the round, heavy head of his c*ck pushed inside, her tight folds stretched to their limits.
“Ah…”
Even on the day she gave him her first, it hadn’t been this difficult. Despite the sharp, dull pain that made her want to stop, Yvonne lowered herself further.
“Yvonne, you…”
Jerome instinctively reached for her slender waist. His hands ached to grip her soft flesh and move her as he wished. But at that moment, she paused, sensing his intent.
Just as he thought he could melt into her soft body, she stopped moving. Realizing something was wrong, Jerome looked up at her.
“…Ha. Yvonne… you…”
Gritting his teeth, Jerome finally surrendered, throwing his head back. His bound hands fell limply onto the bed with a thud. Only then did Yvonne start moving again, lowering herself onto him.
“Ah!”
When she was finally seated fully on him, a sobbing moan escaped her lips. In this position, he reached deeper inside her than ever before.
“Haa, uhh.”
Her white thighs trembled as if on the verge of convulsing. She wanted to collapse into his arms, but she refused to show weakness. Slowly, she began to move her hips.
“Ah! Ah! …Unnn.”
Every movement made her vision go white-hot, with the thick glans directly stimulating her most sensitive spot. The pleasure didn’t stay at the friction point. It surged up her spine, so intense it felt like pain. Her insides, tightly gripping him without any conscious effort, released slick fluids with every squeeze.
“…Ahh, no, too much, ahh!”
The pleasure was so overwhelming she wanted to stop and give up, feeling as if she was teetering on the brink of climax.
“Ugh, ah…”
But Jerome’s reaction kept her going. He couldn’t bear to watch her move so seductively above him, hiding his face with his bound hands, too overwhelmed to speak.
“…Ah, ha…”
His ragged breaths and the occasional twitch of his hips were the best he could manage. Seeing him like that ignited something within her.
Squelch, squelch.
The sound of their fluids splashing echoed loudly from the point where they met. Despite the violent pleasure pounding in her head, Yvonne tightened around him even more, pressing his te**icles against her a*s.
Just as she felt she couldn’t hold on any longer,
“Haa…”
He curled his body forward, reaching his climax. His c*ck jerked several times before releasing a hot stream of s*m*n.
“Ugh!”
His sweat-slicked body writhed like a wild beast. Instinctively, he tried to push further inside her, lifting his hips as if to bury his balls deep within her.
“Ah!”
A moan escaped her lips as he hit her sensitive spot. She realized she wasn’t far from her own climax.
If she just moved her hips a little more, she could…
When she opened her eyes, which she had unknowingly squeezed shut, she found herself staring directly into his bright blue eyes. It was as if she were prey, facing a wild beast in the forest, in the middle of the night. A shiver ran down her spine as she realized the truth.
Even after climaxing, his manhood was still fiercely rigid, and the recent release had only fueled his desire further instead of quelling it.
Without conscious thought, Yvonne began to move again. Both of them were drenched in sweat, making their bodies slick and slippery, but she paid no mind to it and rode him fervently. Each time she lowered herself, he thrust his hips up to meet her. However, Yvonne was too consumed to even notice this.
