Chapter 196
His large hands seized each cheek, kneading them like dough, and her body burned all over again, completely beyond her control.
She could feel it—her thighs slick now not just with oil, but with something else. Between her legs, a relentless heat spilled out, as if something inside her had broken.
Ahhk—hih, hhng—!
Stupid, helpless noises spilled from her lips as she struggled, but there was no escape from the stimulation he forced on her.
And when he squeezed her a*s like he was wringing her out—she came again.
Before she could even recover, something thick and searing pressed firmly against her entrance.
No—no, if he pushes in like this—!
Jaha jolted, trying to pull away, but he gripped her hips, spreading them wider, and pushed in anyway.
The thick tip slid in slowly, sucked deep, followed by the ridged, unforgiving length of him. Even stretched and dripping, the sheer size of him should have been impossible—but her body took it effortlessly, swallowing him whole until his balls pressed flush against her.
“You took it so well today, too,” he praised, patting her a*s like she’d done something good.
Jaha didn’t answer. She couldn’t.
She felt him more clearly than ever before—every curve, every vein, the way his c**k twitched inside her, throbbing against her walls. The ridges scraped in a way that burned itself into her mind, overwhelming, too much—
“Ah—hng—!”
Her vision blurred. Her mouth fell open. The sheer input of sensation was unbearable—her brain short-circuiting, overloaded, useless.
A shadow loomed over her.
“You look perfect, Jaha.”
His large hand cupped Jaha’s chin, tilting her face up. The sheer difference in their size meant that even with her lying face down, the slightest tilt of her head was enough for their eyes to meet. His lowered voice dripped with dark satisfaction.
“You only make that expression for me.”
The back of his fingers brushed the corner of her lips, and only then did Jaha realize she had been drooling.
“You can’t let your eyes go this unfocused in front of anyone else. Understood?”
Jaha couldn’t process the words whispered against her ear. Her rationality was dissolving, the overwhelming sensations pushing out even the barest shred of coherent thought, filling the void with pure, mindless pleasure.
“You’re supposed to say ‘yes.’”
“Y-Yes…”
It wasn’t agreement. It was mimicry—parroting his words with no will of her own, like a trained bird repeating its master.
Yet, knowing this, he still delighted in her obedient reply.
“Good girl.”
He studied every detail of her face before carefully releasing her chin. Her head dropped back onto the plush mattress without resistance.
Jaha let out a broken whimper, fingers clawing at the sheets. Even the slightest shift in angle changed where she was being stimulated inside. And he’s not even moving yet—if he really starts…
Just the thought made her tremble—until a hot breath brushed the nape of her neck.
He nipped lightly at her skin, lips trailing down the slope of her shoulder before suddenly covering her hand—the one gripping the sheets—and threading his fingers between hers, interlacing them tightly.
From above, Jaha would have been completely hidden beneath his larger frame, utterly dominated in every way. And then—he moved.
A thick, unrelenting pressure drove into her, deep, again and again.
Crushed under his overwhelming strength, unable to move, Jaha could only convulse as she took it—every ruthless thrust wringing another broken sound from her throat.
Is it even possible to go this deep? The thought flickered through her hazy mind as his c**k invaded her to an almost unbearable degree, sending shivers down her spine and making her nerves sing with electric pleasure. It was too much—overwhelming, suffocating—and yet, she loved it.
Every thrust made her vision whiten, her body gushing in response. Her brain felt like it was melting, liquefying under the relentless assault. Her sight flickered like a broken lightbulb, and the constant pressure against her bladder from his impossible size made her feel like she might lose control at any second.
Deep inside her, in a place fingers could never reach, there was a slightly raised, uneven spot. And every time his thick, unyielding c**k slammed into it, grinding against the swollen ridges, her eyes rolled back, her mouth falling open in a silent scream.
Now I understand why people say, “It feels so good I could die.”
Because it did. It was too good—so intense it bordered on agony.
This was a sweet hell.
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