When That Door Opens - Chapter 64
“Pardon?”
Julieta’s eyes widened at Verne’s sudden question.
“s*x, have you ever had it?”
He didn’t need her answer. Her face turned crimson like blood.
Tsk, he understood why Julieta’s novels were terrible. She knew nothing about how an aroused man touches a woman, what a woman feels under those hands and lips.
Verne wiped her tears. His hands were warm, unlike his cold gaze.
“Fine. I’ll teach you. Just so you know, I’m not very polite in bed.”
“I don’t care.”
If she turned around, all she’d find waiting for her was a loan shark who would be far worse than Verne.
Julieta looked straight at Verne.
He liked her answer. Sliding his hand around her waist, he lifted her up and placed her on his knee. He bit her neck.
“Ow.”
The sharp pain made Julieta’s back arch back, as if against a ball. Soon, a large hand pulled her dress down below her chest, exposing her br**sts defenselessly to the air. The sudden cold made her nip**es stand e***t.
“You have a naughty body.”
Verne flicked her nip**es with his fingertips. Each time he spoke, his hot breath brushed her ears, making Julieta’s fine hairs stand on end.
“W-wait, wait, just a moment…”
Julieta tried to cover her chest with her hands and twisted her hips to escape from Verne. This wasn’t the kind of lesson she had wanted from him.
“Oh, you don’t like it? If you don’t, we can stop.”
His already aroused manhood twitched under his clothes as if it would be a disaster to stop, but Verne maintained his composure.
“But you won’t get another chance.”
“Is this really going to improve my writing?”
It was laughable for her to ask such a question while too embarrassed to even meet his eyes. She had an undeniable passion for her writing. That, he had to admit.
“There’s a difference between writing about something you’ve experienced and something you haven’t. There’s no guarantee that doing it once will make your novels bestsellers, though.”
The feel of her br**sts was unexpectedly good, making Verne inadvertently persuade her.
“Then… not here, please.”
Julieta, with her back pressed against him and her head barely turned, pleaded earnestly. The subtle pride in her eyes made Verne’s e******n grow even harder.
“What a hassle.”
He spun Julieta around to face him. Then, he ripped the dress off her shoulders. Her rounded shoulders and full br**sts bounced before his eyes.
Verne licked behind her ears, down her neck, and across her collarbone with his tongue. Julieta shivered each time his moist tongue passed over her skin.
The jolts of the carriage made the excitement of the man pressing against her unmistakably clear.
“I won’t go all the way, so relax. Forcing it feels like sh*t.”
Verne growled. Without bothering to wait for Julieta’s response, he took her nip**e into his mouth. As he nibbled and swirled his tongue, a moan escaped her lips.
He awakened her desires one by one. Each time, unfamiliar moans spilled from her mouth, and Verne smirked as he watched her.
“How long are you going to pretend to be a chaste lady?”
Verne gripped her but**cks tightly and bit her earlobe. Feeling the strange sensations taking over her body, Julieta cautiously wrapped her arms around his neck.
A low, satisfied laugh from Verne tickled her ear.
Verne unbuckled his trousers. Without hesitation, he reached into his underwear and pulled out his e***t manhood. It was thick and long, gleaming with arousal. Julieta’s eyes widened at the sight of a man’s organ for the first time.
“I want you to look and remember everything from now on.”
He guided her hand to grasp his s***t.
Simply holding and moving it made pre-c*m leak out. “F**k,” Verne muttered, closing his eyes tightly. He covered Julieta’s small, awkwardly gripping hand with his own. The heat was intense, making her hand feel like it was burning.
“Are you just going to stay still?”
He buried his face in her chest, looking up at her with only his eyes.
“What… what should I do?”
“Suck on my lips, at least.”
I’ll handle the rest below. His sarcastic tone made her angry.
“Can’t do it? Then let’s stop this nonsense.”
How could she waste this opportunity? She couldn’t let that happen. Julieta brought her lips close to Verne’s. As their breaths mingled in the close distance, Verne frowned.
Before any vulgar words could escape Verne’s mouth, Julieta quickly bit his lips. She was desperate. Julieta licked his lips continuously.
“Hmm, ha… ha…”
She clung to him frantically, fearing he might change his mind. Saliva dripped from the corners of her lips.
“You might write a decent kissing scene.”
Perhaps her clumsy tongue movements pleased him, as Verne offered an unlikely compliment. The s***t in her hand swelled even larger.
