When That Door Opens - Chapter 73
“Verne…”
The member before her eyes was grotesquely large.
“Don’t mind it and just eat.”
How could she not mind? The glistening tip, oozing prec*m, was right in front of her.
“Looking at me like that gives the wrong idea, Julieta.”
“What wrong idea?”
Julieta set the manuscript aside and asked.
“That you want to eat me instead of your breakfast.”
Truth be told, she had momentarily wondered what it would be like to suck him off.
“I’m hungry.”
“I can fill you up completely.”
It was obvious what he intended to fill her with.
“s*m*n isn’t a nutritious food.”
“There are women who say it’s so nutritious they use it on their skin.”
“That’s ridiculous!”
“You won’t know until you try. Just taste it. If you’re still hungry, then you can eat your breakfast.”
“My food will get cold!”
“Soup tastes better when it cools down a bit.”
His flimsy logic made her give in. The twitching tip of his member tapped her lips. Freshly showered, his body hair smelled good.
“It won’t fit in my mouth.”
“Julieta, you’re too negative. Who said it won’t fit? Try it first.”
Fearing he might force it into her parted lips, Julieta grabbed the base of his member.
“Think of it as candy.”
What a metaphor, a candy this big.
Clicking her tongue inwardly, she started licking from the base upwards.
“Don’t forget to touch my balls.”
His voice was languid and relaxed. It amazed her how he responded earnestly to her clumsy tongue and hand movements. The journey from the base to the tip seemed interminable.
“Ah, Julieta.”
He gently grabbed her hair, pressing her scalp as if giving a massage, stimulating her even further.
She had started the oral to get out of the situation, but Julieta ended up getting aroused herself. She took his tip into her mouth, sucking it in warmly. Julieta licked his length earnestly, her cheeks hollowing with effort.
“Good, ah, you’re doing great.”
His breath grew ragged. Julieta, who was usually the one at his mercy, was now the one taking control. She felt exhilarated, like a seductress from one of her novels.
When her tongue touched the spot where the tip met the s***t, Verne’s hips jerked violently.
“Ah!”
Prec*m flooded her mouth, making it wet and slick. She couldn’t swallow it all, and it dribbled down her chin, making a mess of her front. She looked up at Verne’s reaction while working her mouth and tongue fervently. Despite her efforts, she couldn’t fit even half of his length.
“You need to use your hand too. What are you doing with it?”
Even in his aroused state, Verne didn’t forget to instruct her. Julieta puckered her lips around the tip and started stroking his s***t with her hand.
“Julieta, Julieta.”
He moaned her name like a plea. Her shoulders trembled. She could feel her own arousal dripping. He hadn’t even touched her or kissed her.
“Why… did you stop?”
He looked at her with eyes darkened with desire. She had stopped because of a sudden chill. Her eyes, red and watery from the strain, and her flushed cheeks and glistening lips made him smile wickedly.
“Seems like you want to eat it somewhere else. Say you want it.”
Julieta tried to avert her eyes, but Verne leaned in and held her gaze.
“Say you want to eat it. I’ll let you have as much as you want.”
Her heart pounded fiercely. Knowing the pleasure his ever-growing member would bring, she couldn’t resist.
Julieta clung to his neck. Unable to face him directly, she whispered humid breaths into his ear.
“I want to eat you, yours.”
“It would be nice if you could say it precisely, but I suppose that’s too much to ask for now.”
He stood her up and turned her around, lifting her skirt and pulling down her underwear in one swift motion. Julieta braced herself against the table to avoid falling.
“Bend over more. To eat well, you need to open wide. Your lower mouth, that is.”
“I’m not ready yet!”
“I love how you lie so transparently.”
Verne held her underwear in front of her face. The fabric, soaked with her arousal, blatantly displayed her desire.
“Just, just do it.”
“As you command.”
Verne thrust his member into her. Julieta’s walls stretched to accommodate his girth, swallowing him whole.
He plunged into her deeply, and each thrust pushed her body forward. Her e***t nip**es grazed the table, sending shivers of pleasure through her.
Verne held her shoulders tightly to prevent her from escaping and rubbed her cl*t*ris with one hand.
“Ah, Verne, Verne, yes, yes!”
The deeper he went, the higher her cries climbed.
“Finally, you’re speaking. Ah, do I have to f*ck you like an animal for you to talk?”
