Say My Name (18+)
1212 Words
He moved his waist carefully, moving in and out of her slowly. As his scorching hot shaft moved in and out of her, Gianna struggled to swallow her moans.
It was a completely different sensation as he moved in and out of her. An incomparable tingle of pleasure ran through her entire body like electricity. She suddenly forgot all about the pain and clung onto him.
When he noticed that Gianna was slowly enjoying it, he began to move faster. Although he told her he would stop when it was painful for her, he was not confident that he could stop when needed.
His body took control over his mind as he moved. Even though there was no technique to his movement, he could easily taste blessed pleasure just by simply moving in and out of her tight walls.
His hands that were on Gianna's thigh suddenly moved upward as he held firmly onto her waist. The man had lost all reasonings as her small body tightened each time he thrust into her.
He lowered his head to her chest and bit her rosebuds. Her waist curved upwards in pleasure and her walls tightened around him. His shaft continued to rub against her inner wall.
“Ha…ah…mhm…hah!” (Gianna )
When she reached her climax, her walls tightened around his shaft. The John quickly resisted the urge to come and pulled out from her walls. He rubbed his shaft several times and released his liquid on her milky-white stomach.
The white liquid on her stomach was scorching hot. She was breathing hard from their rough exercise when she closed her eyes. She was already quite weak and fragile, but after the intense lovemaking, she had reached her limit.
Though they were as dark as night, there was something in his eyes. As Gianna's eyes met his, he gave a smile.
“Would you like to make a bet?”
“Bet?”
“Yes, a bet.”
Gianna eyes widened at the sudden offer.
“What are we betting on?”
“A bet that stops when you call my name first. What do you say, easy?”
Her lips pursed at his words. Gianna had never called someone’s name without hesitation, even if it was her younger brother.
For her, who never had a proper friend, the “name” was just too awkward—even the man who showed her everything.
“What if I don’t do it…?”
“I will do things on my own until you call my name.”
“What do you want to do?”
Her mouth stopped when his hand entered her skirt. The penetrating fingers heated her skin.
His hands touched the underpants inside her dress.
“If you’re so ashamed, hold on.”
At his mischievous mutter, he lifted the other leg. As her gaze rose, drawn by his hand, her face blushed.
“Or you can call my name.”
His lips touched her calves when he said so. The path of hands wandering over the underpants created a calm wave of excitement.
His fingers, which had been going back and forth her underpants, unconcerned by the inconvenience of the surrounding tightening, he dug into her underwear.
She flinched, and he felt her behavior through his fingers, and felt a crack that was not wet yet, and heard her breathe in his ears.
“Don’t…….”
Unlike earlier, her voice was getting smaller and smaller. If she called out his name, he would have to drop his hand. She could not do the simple thing, but her white face became red.
“If you don’t like it, call my name.”
“….”
“You don’t even know the name of the husband, do you?”
He twirled his fingers sarcastically. The fingers moving on her flesh stimulated her. The angle of his finger stroking the inside of her underpants made her feel a sense of uplift.
“You don’t know how difficult it was because your wet look keeps wandering in my head.”
Still kissing her thigh, his eyes stayed steady on her face, as his hand pulled down her underwear.
The underwear pulled down to the hem of the white wedding dress, and to the edge of her ankles. He pressed open her thigh and made things more visible.
“Mr.…”
“… you’re never going to say my name, are you?”
He said so and bit the flesh on the inside of her tender thigh.
“It doesn’t matter though.”
His warm hand touched her thigh. The sliding sensation lightened Militia’s senses.
He leaned over her. Her legs became stiff as his fiery breath was felt in her secret place.
“Wait, what are you…?”
His lips were in the wrong place if there was nothing wrong with her senses.
When she thought his fingers were also in that place, her face fired up with shame.
“Hyaa!”
The moment his tongue sank in her flesh, her waist stood stiff. The shock from the touch of his tongue made her lose her rationality and blurred her vision.
As if licking ice cream, his tongue licked her inside out. He dug up the swollen flesh by his hand and ravenously sucked it in as if squeezing the wet and soft flesh.
“I guess it’s good to see that you still haven’t called my name.”
‘No.’ Gianna was out of breath. A feeling of bliss traveled through her body.
“You are so wet that I can keep doing this, you know?”
“Stop…”
“If you call my name, it stops.”
The moment he touched her c**t, Gianna's waist bent to its fullest. The bride’s appearance, accompanied by a crumbling wedding dress, was more vibrant than ever.
Each time she gasped vigorously, the flowers and jewels embroidered on the fancy dress breathed. The bride’s face, which was initially as white as her wedding dress, was now red.
Her fluid dripped on the wedding dress. He said he would drink it, but he could do nothing about the flow that ran down his chin.
He heard a crackling sound from his fingers that were inside her. Clear fluid from the inside made it easier for his hands to move.
But it was not enough. While the movement became more comfortable, her insides were still tightly closed. As his fingers pressed on the inner wall, her waist bent.
When another of his fingers went in, her hips flinched.
“There’s a little…”
“Here?”
“Ha…….”
He squeezed into her lips with an honest desire. As she opened her closed mouth and took a breath, her eyelids trembled, revealing purple eyes.
He squeezed into her lips with an honest desire. As she opened her closed mouth and took a breath, her eyelids trembled, revealing purple eyes.
“…John…son.”
The red lips were small and sweet. His mouth was drawn in a cordial line when a sound he would not have heard had it not been for a quiet night fell into his ear.
“Yes, that’s what you call it in the future. Don’t call me the Mr. anymore.”
“Okay.”
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