When That Door Opens - Chapter 71
As soon as they got into the carriage, it began.
“D-Don’t, Verne.”
Julieta voiced her refusal, but Verne dismissed it lightly.
“Isn’t that why you went there?”
She had no retort to his words. She had indeed gone to the pub with that intention.
“Or did I misunderstand? Should I have let you go with that bastard?”
“No! That man was…”
“I know. I know what that bastard was trying to do, so shut up.”
His rough tone, yet knowing what had happened, was a great comfort. She had thought he would misunderstand, that he would scorn her as a broken woman.
“Stop crying. I wasn’t the one who made you cry, but seeing you cry pisses me off.”
Verne turned Julieta around. She ended up gripping the seat and raising her hips. His hand slipped under her dress.
“Verne, not here, let’s go to the mansion.”
“Shhh.”
His long tongue caressed her ear, making it wet. The tip of his tongue darted in and out of her ear canal like a thrusting motion.
His large hand squeezed her br**st. Her chest, filling his hand perfectly, changed shape under his grip.
Seeing her crying and clinging to his pants had snapped something inside him.
After she left, Verne experienced something unusual. He had always been indifferent in relationships. While he had plenty of loveless s*x due to his high libido, he had never missed anyone after the act.
Since her novel was successful, he had expected at least one contact through the publisher, but Julieta had been completely silent. Then, he ran into her at the pub after a long time, crying and being harassed by some thug.
‘No wonder I snapped.’
Julieta looked so beautiful when she cried, yet that bastard had made a mess of her.
Verne, forgetting they were in a moving carriage, began stripping her dress off.
“Verne, Verne.”
She called out to him desperately, and he slipped his fingers into her mouth, making her suck them. Her wet saliva coated his fingers and dripped down her chin. He immediately thrust those fingers into her entrance.
“Ah.”
“You said you didn’t want to do it here, but you’re all wet. So lewd. Lift your hips properly.”
Whether she wanted it or not, her body, her trembling entrance, craved Verne. More precisely, his thick member.
However, it felt unfair and embarrassing to be the only one naked. Julieta reached back to touch Verne’s thigh and waist.
“What?”
Annoyed by her touch, which seemed to be stopping him, he pulled his hand out of her entrance. Despite his words, he had a gentlemanly side.
“I don’t want to be the only one undressed.”
“Oh, so you want to undress me? I thought you liked it with clothes on since you never undressed me.”
Blushing, Julieta rose and turned around, her br**sts swaying. Verne sat on the floor and pulled her onto his lap. His trousers were stained dark with her arousal.
He had made her this way. A few kisses and sucking her ear had soaked her.
Who was she planning to give this body to?
Suddenly, a surge of jealousy hit him. He scowled, making Julieta pause as she unbuttoned his shirt.
“Continue.”
He spoke in a thick voice. He had tried to be patient, but the anticipation was killing him. His e***t member strained against his trousers, ready to burst. Unconsciously, she rubbed her entrance against his rock-hard thigh, and his member swelled even more at her seductive movements.
Finally, Julieta unbuttoned Verne’s shirt and looked at him triumphantly.
“Is that all?”
Verne chuckled incredulously. His voice was laced with disappointment, causing Julieta’s wide eyes to dart around.
“After all the times we’ve slept together, you still pretend to be innocent.”
He grabbed her hand and placed it on his pants. The massive bulge beneath her hand twitched.
A fire ignited in her lower abdomen. Anticipating the pleasure that his massive member would bring, her entrance flooded with juices.
“Look here. You’ve made a mess, rubbing against my thigh.”
Verne pointed to his thigh, soaked with her arousal.
There was nothing more to say. Verne had reached his limit. He unbuckled his pants and freed his member, thrusting it upward from below.
“Ah.”
Julieta’s back arched. Verne supported her to keep her from falling and began to play with her e***t nip**es, sucking, licking, and biting them. Her nip**es quickly became swollen and red, like ripe fruit.
Julieta pushed her chest forward and wiggled her hips, silently begging for more. His member remembered exactly what she liked. Each thrust brought sharp cries that echoed inside the carriage.
The thought of someone possibly hearing them didn’t even cross her mind.
“Verne, Verne.”
Her throat dry, she grasped his cheek and rubbed her lips against his. As always, he didn’t ignore her request and eagerly met her need.
Chuup, chuup.
The sound of their saliva mixing and being swallowed echoed loudly in their ears.
“Ah, ahhh.”
