Chapter 49: White and Soft Interior _ 1
[Donald’s Perspective]
When I gently placed Margaret on the bed again, I felt her entire body open up to me.
She was like a beautifully shaped shell that slowly stretched out to me, giving me her white and soft insides. My heart was tearing back and forth between the urge to crazily possess her and the emotions of infinite pity for her, but they all led to the same thing.
I lifted her top and pulled her loose sports shorts with my other hand. With a gentle tug, everything about her would appear in front of me without any concealment. I thought of the wonderful experience last night. She was letting me do what I wanted in bed and enduring my impact.
I suddenly changed my mind and let go of the hand at her waist. I reached straight for her lower body through her shorts and pressed against her soft spot.
Even through the two layers of fabric, I could feel my fingers getting a little wet from the insertion. She was already completely aroused. I followed her thigh, pushed aside the bit of fabric, and probed directly with my fingers. The slippery liquid stained my hand.
One, two. I tried to probe with more fingers, and she accepted them all. I rotated my fingers, bending and straightening them inside, watching Margaret’s reaction. Her head was tilted back, her eyes closed. I saw her lips trying to close. I knew she was shy.
“You like that, don’t you?” I was wickedly exploring the inside of her with my fingers repeatedly, squeezing any sensitive points she might have.
Margaret opened her eyes. Her amber eyes revealed a hint of confusion mixed with lust, like a child innocently pursuing pleasure. She was simply charming.
I felt my head explode. I could barely control my burgeoning desire. But I wanted more. I wanted to see more of her reaction because of me. Her body, her eyes, her moans. They should all belong to me alone.
I stuck my fingers out of her shorts and waved them in front of her eyes. They still had the sticky goo from her body. They looked particularly erotic.
“Look at the water flowing out of you.”
I rubbed my fingers together. There was a faint sound of fluid, but I knew that we both heard it.
I saw Margaret’s face turn even redder. I put my fingers in her mouth. She tilted her head, trying to struggle but to no avail. I held her down with my hand. She was my prey at this moment. My prey had never been able to escape from me. I swept my fingers into her mouth. My lower body was already pressed against the entrance below her.
“Do you want it?”
I nudged her again with my lower body. Margaret’s voice, muffled by my fingers, could only purr.
“Scream if you want me.”
“Woo… Don… Woo.”
Margaret looked at me pleadingly, as if accusing me of being deliberately difficult.
I was about to lose it too, but I wanted more. I wanted Margaret to show more loveliness. I wanted her to please me in more ways than one, to try to have me. I moved my fingers from her mouth and pressed them against her chest, venting the desire I had to suppress repeatedly.
“Donald, woo, please, give it to me.”
Margaret pleaded with me.
“You’re begging me for what?”
I looked her in the eye and ran my hand over my lower body. I moved my body away from hers and pressed her for an answer.
“Please…”
Margaret was too embarrassed to speak.
She must not understand why I had become so evil today. Actually, I was not sure either. It might be because we had finally unraveled our past. It might be because our hearts had never been so close. It might be because there was no reason. I just wanted to do this and treat her this way. And I did.
I felt like my groin was about to explode. I didn’t have the patience to wait for Margaret to give me the answer I wanted.
“You want it, don’t you?” I asked, breathing hard.
Margaret nodded furiously. Her eyes were mesmerized as she looked at my thing. I felt an inexplicable surge of pride. My mate liked it. This low-level genital worship inevitably brought about physical pleasure.
I shoved it straight into Margaret’s mouth. Her mouth was so small that I was only halfway in before it was stuffed full. She grabbed the base of my organ with her hand, trying to prevent me from pushing further in. I looked down at her. She was indeed sucking very hard. Tears were even forced out of her eyes.
“Can’t eat anymore?” I touched her head with my hand, as if I was touching a small animal.
She looked at me helplessly. I didn’t force myself anymore and stayed in that position inside her mouth. Even if it was only halfway in, my front end would still touch her throat. Her reflexive retraction was like giving me a massage.
That was the most sensitive part of the entire object. She adjusted her breathing rhythm according to my movements. When I probed in, her throat would open because of her breathing, and her subconscious reaction would wrap around me tightly in an instant. When I pulled it out, it was as if she was asking me to stay.
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