The Nymph Wants to be Plundered - Chapter 133

“Ah—ah, ahh…!”

A sharp smack landed on her upturned a*s, sending a shiver through her that twisted into something far more electric. He adjusted his grip, shifting his weight as he anchored her legs firmly against him. There was only one way left now.

“You don’t have to move.”

Evelyn squeezed her eyes shut, as if that could shield her from what was coming. Fine. This isn’t so bad. If he finishes while I’m not looking, then—

Pleased with her compliance, Cassis began moving again, slow and deliberate, never pulling out c**k. His knees braced against the bed as he lifted her effortlessly, arms locking behind her back. Her body, pliant and unresisting, swayed like a wooden puppet as he raised her higher. Her fingers, still tangled in his coat, finally lost their grip, falling slack.

Thud. Before his coat even hit the floor, Evelyn found herself straddling his thighs, forcing her eyes open with a gasp.

“Ah—nngh, Cassi… *s*…!”

“If you liked the coat that much,” he murmured, “I’ll give it to you.”

Though he knew it wasn’t necessarily the case, he laughed at the strange promise he’d made. Evelyn had simply needed something to grab onto, to steady herself—and it just so happened that instead of a pillow or the sheets, she had clutched his coat.

Good. That was good. He wanted those small, insignificant gestures, the ones that carried no deeper meaning, to be directed solely at him. This entire bedroom was already his domain, but the fact that she had desperately clung to something intimate, something he had worn—that pleased him.

“Good girl.”

Still on his knees, he wrapped both arms around her trembling waist and began rocking her gently up and down. Evelyn, disoriented by the sudden motion, let out a choked, ragged moan. He flattened his palm against her spine, holding her steady, then shook her more roughly, reveling in the thick, plush sensation of her b*****s jolting against his chin. But that wasn’t all. He pressed his mouth to her throat, sucking hard, leaving behind dark red marks as she cried out. Again and again.

The slick, squelching junction between them pulsed, and with a gush of wet heat, she came. Cassis didn’t pause, didn’t give her a moment to recover—just held her tight and kept moving. Overwhelmed, she gasped when his hands slid from her waist to her hips, then finally gripped her a*s, squeezing hard.

“Ha—ah—hah…!”

He could feel it—the hot spill of her release, dripping down his own thighs. And though he knew every drop of it was soaking into him, he still whispered against her ear as he emptied her completely:

“Not enough? I’ll fill you up more.”

“Ah—ahh—!”

This time, he kept her pinned in place, only his hips moving. No matter the position, Cassis controlled it all, and Evelyn could do nothing but take it, her soaked c**t pressed flush against him, no space left between. His hands roamed—kneading her a*s, stroking her lower back, then sliding up to tease her armpits, even pressing firmly at the base of her neck to arch her spine just so.

As her climax built again, Evelyn dug her heels into the back of his thighs, her legs trembling uncontrollably. Was she trying to feel more? Or struggling to regain some shred of sense? She couldn’t tell. Without realizing it, she rocked her hips, grinding against him, intensifying the friction. Then—his tongue dragged up her sweat-slick nape, sucking hard, and her body shuddered violently.

“Ah—!”

Her arm, which had been raised to grip his shoulder, suddenly dropped limply. Deliberately, he took her hand and placed it back on himself, then—as if struck by an idea—curled her fingers into a claw-like shape and instructed.

“Scrape. Use your nails to scratch and grip. Tear into my flesh, dig your fingers in—think of it like that, and it’ll be easier.”

“W-what kind of—ahh—!”

There was no chance to question him further. He kept driving his hips relentlessly, and the wet, rhythmic sounds that had been confined to where they joined now spread wider. Beads of sweat trickled down her body, clinging slickly to his skin. Cassis, too, was fully focused now, embracing her tightly as he thrust, his movements possessive, unrestrained.

Her body, already teetering on the edge, trembled uncontrollably. Each ruthless plunge of his c**k—pounding up into her with brutal precision—sent violent shudders through her, even as pleasure coiled tighter. Goosebumps prickled across her skin, even behind her ears, impossible to ignore. She was pinned beneath him, yet somehow, it felt like she was the one holding him, swallowing him whole.

Just as she began to adjust to the position, his fingers trailed along her waist, skimming up and down before pinching lightly, or patting her a*s, shifting his touch unpredictably. Everywhere he grazed turned into an erogenous zone, tormenting Evelyn, forcing sensation upon sensation until she couldn’t take it. Her lower body clenched involuntarily, hips jerking up—though she couldn’t escape him, only managing a slight lift before being dragged back down.

“Hh… ngh…!”