Chapter 118
Suddenly.
Bzzz.
As if a button had been pressed, the toy inside Hansel resumed vibrating.
“Mhh! Ngh! Mm!”
The vibration pattern was different this time. Earlier, it had moved in slow, circular motions, as if carving a path. Now, it mimicked Dante’s thrusts, pounding deeply and rhythmically.
The steady pleasure climbing her spine made Hansel unknowingly grip Dante’s c**k tighter.
“Ugh…!”
The stimulation was so intense that the veins on Dante’s long neck bulged visibly.
Hansel let his c**k slip from her mouth as she collapsed forward, holding onto his shaft with trembling hands. Her hips rocked involuntarily as she moaned in abandon.
“Ah, ahh, so good, so good!”
Dante cupped Hansel’s chin, lifting her face gently. Half-crying, she leaned into his hand, her body moving instinctively in sync with the toy’s relentless rhythm.
Placing his hand over hers, which was still clutching his c**k, Dante guided her movements, stroking himself as he gazed down at her.
“You’re beautiful. So beautiful, Hansel.”
He quickened the pace, his hand stroking along with hers. The mixture of her saliva and his pre-c*m created messy, lewd sounds with every stroke.
Hansel’s grip tightened around him. She was nearing her climax, sobbing as her head shook uncontrollably. Despite her writhing, Dante’s firm hold kept her steady, ensuring she couldn’t escape his gaze.
When the vibrations pushed Hansel to her peak, she let out a sharp cry.
“Ahhh!”
Her toes curled tightly as her entire body shuddered. Waves of pleasure crashed over her, leaving her gasping and trembling. Even as she climaxed, the toy continued its merciless assault, eliciting tears as she repeatedly called Dante’s name in broken sobs.
“Stop… please, Dante…!”
Hearing his name so desperately, a shiver ran up Dante’s spine.
Hansel’s face, twisted in pleasure and surrender, pushed him over the edge. The overwhelming sight and sound of her drove him into his own flood of ecstasy.
A fiery heat ignited in a single line from his perineum to his tightening balls. His c**k, held tightly in Hansel’s trembling hands, swelled to its absolute limit.
Finally, with a trembling gasp, Dante released.
Thick, hot streams of his seed splashed across Hansel’s chin and jaw, coating her face in a sticky mess. The sheer volume left her drenched, his release lingering for several moments before his body finally relaxed.
The toy inside Hansel slowed its vibrations and eventually stopped. Simultaneously, the restraints binding her wrists and chest unraveled.
Hansel collapsed bonelessly, and Dante quickly caught her, cradling her gently in his arms.
Still stuffed with the toy between her thighs, her face covered in his c*m, her chest dripping with milk, Hansel was an utter mess. She leaned against Dante’s strong arms, her voice barely above a whisper.
“Take it… out….”
Dante laid her down carefully on the floor, mindful of her trembling body. Even slight movements elicited soft, involuntary whimpers as the aftershocks of her climax lingered.
As she lay fully stretched out, her legs fell open instinctively. Dante placed his hands on her knees, pausing briefly to admire the breathtaking sight before him.
Hansel, still panting, locked eyes with Dante from her vulnerable position, her flushed face and disheveled hair making her look irresistibly beautiful.
“What are you waiting for? Hurry… haah!”
Dante pulled the toy out from between Hansel’s legs with a slick motion. The sensation of the thick object leaving her made Hansel shudder. The fluid-coated toy rolled to the floor carelessly.
Breathing heavily with desire, Dante stripped off his shirt.
He was a mess, soaked with milk just like Hansel. Droplets of it clung to his long, graceful neck and ran down his sharp collarbones, dripping onto his perfectly sculpted abs. The sight of his broad back tapering into his narrow waist was nothing short of a masterpiece.
And that face—stunning enough to take anyone’s breath away—was no less extraordinary.
Even the playful torment he had put her through with the toy seemed forgivable when paired with such a look.
Not that she hadn’t enjoyed it, of course…
Dante positioned himself between Hansel’s legs, spreading her knees apart. Hansel, both nervous and expectant, reached out to him weakly. Dante lowered himself, allowing her to wrap her arms loosely around his neck.
Hovering over her, Dante whispered softly,
“How was the toy?”
Hansel tilted her head slightly to meet his gaze.
“I think… it was good. Pretty great, actually.”
Dante nodded in satisfaction.
Hansel wrapped her legs around his waist.
“Next time, make one for yourself, too.”
“For me?”
“Yeah. I’d like to watch you get off with one while rubbing yourself.”
“…Huh.”
Dante exhaled, caught off guard, while Hansel responded with a cheeky laugh. You’ve seen me—why can’t I see you? Her unspoken retort left him speechless.
After a brief laugh, Hansel tugged him closer by the neck, bringing their lips tantalizingly close. Her whisper brushed against his lips.
“For now, let’s do it together. Next time, we can use the toy. But no matter what, you’re way better than the toy.”
She planted a light kiss on his lips, causing Dante’s eyes to widen slightly before they softened with a warm, genuine smile. It was the kind of smile that made Hansel’s heart flutter every time.
Who else has such a stunning husband?
Those intense brows, that sharp nose, his alluring eyes, his chiseled jawline, and those perfectly curved lips—each feature was a work of art.
If the scale went to ten, he’d score an eleven. His face was beyond any mortal judgment.
Hansel let her hand trail up Dante’s solid, milk-slicked abs, marveling at how his muscles twitched beneath her touch. The warmth of his reaction set her body ablaze all over again.
“Put it in, Dante,” she murmured.
He leaned down, pressing his lips to hers in a soft, lingering kiss.
It was the start of something long and intimate.
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