Hiya– It’s Me, The Runaway Female Lead - Chapter 39

“Ugh, Ayla…”

Savoring the sound of him calling my name, I diligently moved my mouth. Swallowing the precum that started to flow in streams, I sucked on the shaft that seemed to have grown even larger, lost in a trance.

At a certain point, just as a salty, bitter taste reached the tip of my tongue, Claude suddenly slipped his hands under my armpits and lifted me up as if pulling up a radish.

“That’s enough. This much is plenty.”

I’d really wanted to see him finish in my mouth today though… Was my technique not good enough?

Disappointed, I licked my lips with my tongue, but as I did, he gazed at me in a way that made him seem unable to hold back. He impatiently bit my lips, seemingly not caring at all about where my mouth had just been.

“Didn’t you like it?”

As our mixed saliva washed away the lingering bitterness in my mouth and our lips parted for a moment, I asked him quietly.

“No, it’s just… I almost finished right there. You were too sexy…”

“I don’t mind…”

“No. It’s not enough unless I pour it inside you.”

Even though I was taking medicine so there was no chance of anything happening, Claude always had an obsession with finishing inside me.

Not enough, he said… That was a bit chilling to hear. Whether he knew it or not, goosebumps prickled down my spine as he began to reach down and rub between my legs.

“Ha, you’re already this wet.”

His voice, heated and breathless, tickled my ear. As a matter of fact, I was so soaked between my legs that I didn’t need any more preparation.

I hadn’t meant for this to happen… Embarrassed, I buried my flushed face in the crook of his neck and shoulder. Claude, now using his middle and ring fingers, rubbed firmly between my plump folds.

“Ah, huh, huu…”

The familiar pleasure, given slowly, made my hips move on their own. His fingers, slick with the wetness seeping from between my thighs, soon found their way to my entrance as if naturally seeking home.

With just two fingers, my insides, already tight, clung stickily as if welcoming the new stimulus. Worried that he might hurt me, Claude curled his fingers as bluntly as possible and slowly began to rub inside.

“Do you like it here? Hm? Or should I go deeper?”

“Mm, mmm, ah…”

There was no trace left of our awkwardness from our first time together. There was no need to ask anymore. After three years of rolling around together, Claude now knew better than I did where and how to touch me to make me writhe.

Just a few pumps of his fingers made my insides clench hard. When he pressed hard on a spot that stuck out on my inner wall, a wave of strong pleasure hit me so hard I almost screamed. At the same time, with his callused thumb, he rolled and teased my c******s, making it impossible to hold back.

“Ah, huh, Young Master, ah—wait, wait…!”

No matter how much I whimpered, the miracle of him stopping his hand never happened. In the end, on his lap, I reached a light climax with a shrill cry.

“Ayla, I don’t have much self-control left now…”

With something like an apology, he suddenly drove himself up from below. There wasn’t even time to savor the afterglow of o****m. After ten days apart, my insides, tightly closed, squeezed his thick shaft as if trying to push it out, but I just sank my full weight down onto the massive pole.

“Ha, nngh!”

My inner walls, hypersensitive from the previous convulsions, quivered violently at the greater stimulation. The rough shaft rammed every part of my insides so viciously the folds felt like they would burst. The thorough pressure left me breathless, and a dizzying pleasure overwhelmed me until my eyes rolled back.