An Early Engagement - Chapter 53

When she looked up, Damian was still staring at her with clear eyes.

“What are you doing, Shirley?” he asked, tilting his head.

It was an urgent prompt, asking if she was going to stay like this.

In a fluster, she raised her hand and brought it to his pants. Her trembling hands made her fumble several times.

Still, Damian waited patiently.

Finally, when she managed to unfasten his pants, she had to swallow a silent scream at the sight revealed. This was… much larger than the image she remembered.

That day, it had happened so suddenly, in a daze, that she hadn’t had time to examine what was entering her.

But today, seeing it clearly in her right mind, she thought she must have been crazy. No wonder it had hurt.

She recalled how difficult it had been to accept him, even though she was so wet. Despite all the fluids, she could feel how tight it was as Damian entered her.

She despaired, wondering how she could possibly take that inside her again.

“Are you just going to keep looking?” His dry voice made Shirley shiver. He was watching her every move, his head tilted.

“Hmm? Shirley.” Without doing anything, his arousal was already evident.

His face, which appeared calm and ascetic, was completely different from what was revealed. How could this be?

Shirley slowly crawled towards the swollen, angry-looking part of him.

“…….”

Just touching it with her fingertips was shocking.

“I… I don’t know,” Shirley finally admitted.

“I don’t know what to do…”

She felt like crying, feeling foolish. She had heard that such acts existed, but she had never been properly told how to do them.

Would she be able to satisfy Damian like this?

As she looked at him, filled with fear, he surprisingly smiled.

“Grab it, Shirley.”

“…..”

“Go ahead.”

Hearing his words, Shirley carefully wrapped her hand around the shaft. A moan escaped his lips, and her body trembled in response.

“Up and down… Yes, like that.”

As she cautiously began to stroke it, it swelled even more.

“Wh-why…..”

It’s getting bigger. She couldn’t bring herself to say the words, but she felt Damian laugh.

“Shirley, you have to handle at least that much.”

“…..”

“Because you won’t be dealing with anything smaller.”

Shirley froze at Damian’s cold words.

“So get used to it,” he said, nodding for her to continue. Shirley kept moving her hand. The liquid seeping from the tip of his glans moistened her fingertips, filling the room with lewd sounds.

“Are you going to keep using just your hand?” he asked.

“Uh… what?” Shirley looked at him with wide, startled eyes. Damian smirked and stroked her hair.

“Try something else,” he suggested.

“Something… else?”

His hand moved down from her hair to gently trace her lips. Shirley’s eyes widened as she realized what he meant.

“What…?” she stammered.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to,” he said lazily, giving her a choice.

Damian’s face, reflected in her trembling eyes, still bore an expression of boredom. Shirley quickly blinked and looked at the e******n standing proudly in front of her. This… so…

“Shirley, don’t force yourself,” he said softly, but it sounded more like a threat. Almost involuntarily, Shirley opened her mouth and took the head of his c**k between her lips.

As she cautiously rolled her tongue around the blunt tip, a short moan escaped Damian. Just from this much.

She glanced up to see Damian watching her with half-closed eyes.

Seeing Damian’s face, no longer relaxed but slightly furrowed as if he was holding something back, Shirley felt a sudden surge of courage. The thought that she had elicited some reaction from him gave her a confidence she hadn’t felt before.

She opened her mouth wider and took the tip deeper, starting to suck in earnest.

Even with just the tip in her mouth, her lips stretched wide, and her jaw ached from the effort. As she began to suck, licking with her tongue, lewd sounds filled the air.

*Slurp, slurp.*

She turned her head to lick down the thick shaft, and a louder moan escaped Damian.

“Ah.”

He threw his head back, exhaling deeply. Watching his Adam’s apple bob, Shirley moved her tongue lower, licking down to his balls.

It was her first time doing this, driven purely by instinct, without wondering if she was doing it right.

She recalled the summer night when Damian had pleasured her, remembering what felt good, and focused on sucking and licking him.

Gently licking up and down, then pursing her lips to suck, she repeated the motions.

“Ah.”

Unable to hold back any longer, Damian let out a moan and suddenly lifted Shirley’s body. In an instant, she found herself flipped over, pinned beneath him.

“……”

Looking up at Damian from below, his eyes were fierce and intense, glowing with a hunger that seemed ready to devour her.

“Why…?”

Had she done something wrong? Was he angry? Fear gripped her as she looked up at him, wondering if she had displeased him.