The Nymph Wants to be Plundered - Chapter 132

His hand gripped her s*x, pressing against her v***a, rubbing her c**t with a firm, insistent pressure. The moment that unbearable thickness touched her in that too-sensitive place, her hips twisted uncontrollably. Cassis braced his knee and lifted his upper body, calling to her.

“Look at me, Evelyn.”

“Hng…!”

A slick, transparent fluid stretched between them as the wet sounds grew louder, the space between them growing even more obscenely soaked. He ground against her c**t in slow, deliberate circles, as if marking her with the head of his c**k. Evelyn’s back arched sharply, her fingers clawing at the coat beneath her as if she might tear it apart. Her legs trembled, twisting helplessly—until one ankle was caught in his grasp.

The delicate curve of her ankle was almost too fragile for his grip, though it was still sturdier than her slender wrists. His thumb pressed insistently against the front of her ankle, testing her, and in response, her foot jerked reflexively, trying to pull away.

Of course, she couldn’t escape. Cassis only tightened his hold, tilting her hips just so, pressing down on her c**t before releasing again, tormenting her with each movement.

“Evelyn?”

“Y-yes… ngh, why… are you… ah, hng…!”

“I told you to look at me.”

Her hand fluttered uselessly against the coat before finally catching on one of the buttons, her fingers trembling as they scraped over the smooth surface. Instead of indulging her, Cassis lined himself up with her dripping entrance, teasing the swollen flesh with the blunt head of his c**k.

A series of rough, choked moans burst from her throat, as if she’d been holding them back until now. For some reason, an irrational conviction took hold of him—if she refused to look at him, if she kept stubbornly avoiding his gaze, he wouldn’t give her the relief of being filled.

What the hell does that even matter?

The man, heated with desire, slid his hand along his throbbing length, gliding from her c**t all the way down. The sensation of his engorged c**k catching—tap, tap—against her swollen folds sent waves of arousal coursing through her. Even among all their past couplings, tonight was different—no, truthfully, every time with him was unpredictable, defying expectation.

“Cassis… ah, hng…”

A strained moan escaped her as her hips bucked uncontrollably. His c**k, which had thrust downward as if to plunge inside her, now angled back upward. Her swollen c**t rubbed perfectly against his tip, as if desperate to be impaled by it, and the pleasure of it made him grin. Every tiny shift, every slick glide of her arousal, made her squirm. When he pressed down—squish, squish—her back arched sharply.

“Ah—please, not like that, ah…!”

Was she begging for more, or pleading for him to stop? If Cassis had seen his own reflection, even he might have been unnerved by the perverse smirk twisting his lips as he relentlessly teased her.

“Say it. Tell me you want it inside you, Evelyn.”

His lewd demand went unanswered—her lips, bitten red from holding back her pleasure, couldn’t form words. That should’ve been expected, yet frustration burned through Cassis’ veins. Her body was answering for her, but he wanted to hear it from her lips. Just once. He reached out with his left hand, prying her teeth apart as he repeated,

“Come on. You want this, don’t you?”

His thick c**k, which had been tormenting her swollen c**t, slid lower, nudging against her dripping entrance. The blunt head teased her opening, and Evelyn’s fingers moved faster between her own legs—finally catching that glistening silver button between them. Watching it all, Cassis lost control. In one brutal thrust, he slammed into her.

“A—ahhn!”

The loose sleeve of the coat draped over her head fluttered wildly. Evelyn’s jaw trembled, her body locked in overwhelming pleasure as her legs fell open, helpless beneath him. She was so wet that every snap of his hips drew lewd, squelching sounds—each thrust in, each pull out, obscenely loud.

Still kneeling with his legs half-raised, he gripped her thighs and pulled them tightly against his waist. Evelyn had no obligation to realize this was a position from which there was no escape—not until he stopped thrusting. All she could do was cling desperately to his coat buttons, pressing their patterns into her fingertips with trembling force.

The rest belonged to the realm of raw sensuality. His rough, almost animalistic groans—hoarse and irregular—only spurred Cassis on further. Each time his hips drove forward, each time he pulled back only to slam into her again, Evelyn’s body jolted helplessly, like she was sinking deeper into dark waters. The brief relief she once found in kissing him or letting him suck her b*****s faded into insignificance.

His c**k swelled threateningly, as if determined to bury itself to the hilt. Every ridge, every pulse of him was enveloped tightly by her walls, and if he got any harder, she might truly black out. Cassis gazed down at her, murmuring something low—words neither of them truly understood or cared about. What mattered wasn’t language, but the way her sinful little c**t clenched around him, wicked and unrelenting. Both of them were to blame.