Chapter 40
Even while sitting, his strong thighs thrust up into me without any difficulty. Each time he drove his hips and raked my insides with his hard shaft, beast-like sounds spilled from my lips. With every motion of joining and pulling apart, my c******s bumped against his firm abdomen, and my mind went blank.
“Hngh, ah, I like you. Mmngh, I like you…”
“Me too… I like you too, Ayla. Ha, I like you so much…”
For my young master, who was always so sensitive to my reactions, I kept repeating how much I liked it as if it were a chant. Of course, even if I hadn’t done it on purpose, the only thing that would have come out of my mouth was the same broken-record words.
That was how it was for me, but did he really like hearing my responses this much? Even as my brain was melting, I couldn’t help but watch for Claude’s reaction.
When our eyes met, there was an expression solely focused on burying himself inside me. He seemed satisfied, I thought…
Relieved, I wrapped my arms gently around his neck. He showered me with kisses as if he’d been waiting for it, and I let out a satisfied moan.
“Haah, as I thought, doing it in your room is the best. Ah, and I can make all the noise I want, right?”
Lost in the role of a shameless maid, I matched the rhythm of his thrusts with my hips as I babbled on. Even though it was me whining in a high voice, it felt like my own body was heating up more. But what excited me most was Claude, unable to keep his senses in check under my skirt.
Enthralled by the sight of this man completely lost in devouring me, I grabbed my long-neglected b*****s and rubbed them against his hot, red lips.
“Here too… If you ignore them, mmm, I get sad, you know? Please, ah, treat them well. Suck on them, like always, okay?”
I couldn’t believe such shameless and lewd words were coming out of my mouth. Was I always someone who could say things this embarrassing so easily? I hardly recognized myself. Claude, even more so.
The moment I pressed my hardened n****e to his mouth, like a babe being nursed, I saw his pupils instantly contract.
“Mm, ah, aah, ahh, hngh!”
With his eyes somewhat unfocused, Claude began to suck at my b*****s like a starving man. He bit down hard, taking not just the n****e but all the surrounding flesh into his mouth, then teased it with his tongue as if digging tiny holes. And all the while, his eyes, looking up at me like a puppy wanting praise, made me gently stroke his head.
“Mmm, that’s it… good boy… mm, you did well…”
Maybe I was just taking this opportunity to do all the things I’d wanted to try.
If so, I wanted to say it clearly: even though he could drive me crazy in all sorts of ways, what truly made me lose my mind was always those red eyes, madly focused on me.
Those eyes. Ones others might find unsettling, and that even I used to find ominous…
“Did you know? Your eyes are really, mmngh, so beautiful…”
As soon as I spoke with all my heart, Claude’s wild gaze grew suddenly cloudy. For some reason, he looked terribly troubled, which made me wonder.
“Ah, s**t…”
A fluid of a different viscosity from the c*m I’d been dripping suddenly burst inside me.
It must have been Claude’s release.
“Young Master…?”
“……”
It seemed he was embarrassed by finishing earlier than usual.
As for me… depending on the situation—or on who it was—it could have looked quite disgraceful, but even that side of him felt so lovable that I didn’t feel the slightest dissatisfaction. Both he and I, in the end, were far from normal.
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