Chapter 32
Duke Drexton promptly put what he had learned into practice. Julia was truly an excellent teaching aid. She felt things too well, and she was docile.
“Ahhngh! Ah, no…!”
When he rubbed the places that felt good, cries of “No”-like screams came out. But they must not be believed. The inner walls tightening firmly were the clearer, more reliable signal.
“Ha.”
Duke Drexton let out a sound that could have been either an exclamation or a sneer. He gripped Julia’s slender waist tightly and thrust deep inside. When he pressed into and scraped along the upper part of the inner wall, the place that felt firm, Julia convulsed.
Her moans grew even more vulgar, laced with high-pitched begging, and beads of sweat formed across her stark white back.
More than anything, what satisfied Duke Drexton most was the abundant evidence of her arousal welling up. When he spread her legs and made her lie fully prone, the clear liquid kept running down her thighs. It dripped straight from the entrance, drip, drip, forming a small spring on the sheets.
“I won’t do this… with any woman other than you.”
Duke Drexton pressed his chest tightly against Julia’s back. When the firmness of his chest muscles, his body heat, and the faint scent of sweat washed over her, Julia felt like she wanted to lose herself completely.
The thick thing inside her never gave her a moment to recover, moving back and forth incessantly. Just when she thought she might be adjusting, it inevitably changed its path. Then Julia had to suffer through a new pleasure all over again.
“I’ll do it only with you. Isn’t that a good thing.”
“Hngh, ngh… mnnngh…”
Julia’s eyes were unfocused as she rubbed her face into the sheets.
She only let out sounds and twitched her body, like a pitiful animal struck by lightning. The spasms would not stop. Her inner walls kept squeezing Duke Drexton’s member, to the point that the tight sensation caused him a hint of pain.
Even so, the mental pleasure was immense. Julia was showing him sides of herself she would never show anywhere else. Her slack expression, her completely distorted face.
An expression stubborn Julia would never show elsewhere.
“You should answer, Missus.”
Duke Drexton whispered in a cunning voice as he slipped his hand beneath Julia’s chest. Her crushed b*****s felt warmer than usual. Perhaps because they had been rubbing against the sheets nonstop.
Slowly rolling her stiff n*****s between thumb and forefinger, Duke Drexton made his hip movements shallow. Julia, who had begged him to stop when he went hard, soon began to grow impatient and started subtly rocking her hips.
“How is it, Missus. I’m doing this only for you. This kind of act.”
Duke Drexton pressed her persistently.
“Are you happy?”
She did not know if she was happy, but it felt overwhelmingly good.
“Hhng, yes.”
She whispered in a voice on the verge of breaking, tracing a small oval with her hips. Duke Drexton’s thighs tensed hard. He did not point out that she was moving her hips, he only felt her skin and her movements.
The hand that had been on her chest slid straight down. With just his fingertips, he lightly brushed her c******s. Julia cried out with a small, cute “Ahng!”
“I only brushed it.”
Duke Drexton chuckled. He was enjoying himself more than ever.
“Did you feel that? Just from that.”
As he spoke, he traced the outline of her c******s in the air, barely not touching. Her thick, large bud peeked out to greet Duke Drexton.
As if lifting a bride’s veil, Duke Drexton gently pushed back the hood covering the c******s. The hardened nub caught under his fingertips.
Julia had to endure a stimulus several times stronger than before. It sent sharp shocks through her lower body, like static electricity.
“Haaah, Duke…”
She was almost crying. What was ridiculous was that even as she stammered refusals and clutched the sheets so tightly, her hips kept moving up and down. Did she think the Duke was stimulating her from inside right now. She was doing it herself.
“Yes, Missus, haah…”
Even for the Duke, it was becoming difficult to maintain his composure. Still, brushing Julia’s hair back, he asked gently.
“Do you like it?”
Ah, and at those words, Julia collapsed.
“I l, nngh… I like it, but… this isn’t allowed.”
Once again, the words that it was ‘not allowed’ came out.
“Why?”
As if punishing her, Duke Drexton pinched her c******s tightly. Hahng! Julia’s waist jerked sharply.
“B-Because, I’m your t-teacher, so, this…”
“You’re not someone who came here to enjoy it?”
Duke Drexton’s lips twisted.
Again with that talk of being his teacher.
It was enough to make one think she was deliberately trying to kill the mood.
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