The Full Story of an Incomplete Divorce - Chapter 12

While Charlotte fretted over her unresolved thirst, Lucius, who had been diligently exploring her interior, withdrew his fingers once he felt the path was sufficiently opened. An empty, hollow feeling washed over the space his fingers had just vacated.

Just as Charlotte was rolling her eyes restlessly, unable to bring herself to beg for something else to fill her, the sound of Lucius unbuckling his pants reached her ears.

She didn’t directly witness the exact state of his member when he lowered his pants. That was because, reeling from the waves of pleasure poured over her, Charlotte no longer had the strength to lift her head. She could only gauge the massive size of his p***s partially by the heavy weight of the glans pressing against her entrance. And she soon realized her estimation was wrong.

Thump. His fully e***t member pierced through her in one swift motion, burying itself to the hilt. The overwhelming sense of fullness, far exceeding her expectations, made her lower abdomen feel taut, as if it might burst. Her eyes, wide open towards the ceiling, welled with heat, and hot tears streamed down.

At the strong, tight clench around his c**k, Lucius furrowed his brow. Gritting his teeth, he firmly gripped Charlotte’s pelvis and began thrusting upward.

“Ah-ung! Ah, heut, euung…!”

His heavy c**k repeatedly parted her tight inner walls, the glans knocking against her cervix. She had thought the pleasure would be similar to, or perhaps slightly more intense than, what his fingers provided—a tremendous miscalculation. Each time he pounded into her, her vision flashed white, and a dizzying pleasure mixed with pain struck her like lightning.

Lucius, covering her body from above, licked the saliva trailing down her jaw with his tongue before suddenly sinking his teeth into her neck. At that moment, Charlotte, who had even forgotten how to breathe, clenched around his c**k, constricting it tightly. Suppressing the rapidly building urge to climax, Lucius thrust his hips even more powerfully, as if to prove a point.

Their bodies pressed tightly together, his member driving deep into her lower abdomen, striking her uterine wall. It felt as though her entire body was being consumed by flames. For Charlotte, it was an overwhelming, utterly unfamiliar sensation, something she had never experienced in her life.

The love juices seeping from their joined parts splattered in all directions, repeatedly forming and bursting tiny bubbles, clinging stickily to her pubic hair. Squelch, thud— As the sound of his member thrusting against her inner walls grew more intense, the moans Charlotte let out rose in pitch accordingly.

Her head spun from the obscene noises echoing in her eardrums. Perhaps because she had been penetrated so deeply, her lower body felt numb and tingling, as if paralyzed. While all her senses, including reason, were fading, only the pleasure grew increasingly vivid. It was a paradox, but it was the truth. His thick, substantial length, as thick as a man’s forearm, crushed every sensitive point Charlotte felt inside her, driving relentlessly deeper.

Lucius, who had been biting her waist until the end, thrust into her again with a force that was loud enough to make a bang. The accelerating p***s brutally crushed her cervix.

“Haah, ah, agh! Mmph, hng…!”

Her shattered moans were swallowed by Lucius’s lips. Continuing to move his hips, Lucius devoured every single one of Charlotte’s moans, forcing his tongue deep into her throat.

The thick muscle pistoned in and out of her throat as if f*****g it. Being ravaged from both ends, Charlotte could do nothing but feel. Her mind, long since eroded by pleasure, had melted into mush.

Through her blurred vision, she could see dark blue eyes like the deep sea. She suddenly grew curious. Were those desire-filled eyes truly her husband’s? It was quite ridiculous to feel such curiosity amidst her mindless sobbing, but Charlotte lifted her limp hand.

‘It’s warm.’

Lucius’s cheek, which she had assumed would be as cold as ice, was unexpectedly warm. Moving her hand a little more, she traced along the sharp, straight bridge of his nose until she finally reached the corner of his eye, where long eyelashes cast shadows.

“……Charlotte.”