Chapter 47 🔞
It was frightening. Her entire body was rising and falling as she felt her clxt being pounded harder and deeper than it had ever been before. She felt like a fish on a skewer. She could see stars in front of her eyes, but she couldn’t stop the cascade of insane pleasure.
“Hah… Daphne. You’re so…good inside. Don’t you know how much you love it?”
Releasing one brxxst, Theodore used his hand to pull up Daphne’s robe to fully expose her grxin. Already the flesh of her inner thighs was slippery with the overflowing juices even after he had plugged her with his cxck. With a long, callused finger, he lapped up the trickling juices and swiped up her swollen clxtoris with a wet flick.
“Hic…!”
Daphne’s head tilted back in a sharp jolt of pleasure. Theodore kissed her fair skin, his gaze lingering on the straight line of her neck.
Daphne’s waist, which had been pressed deeply against him, relaxed as he peppered her with kissing from her nape to her shoulders. The force of his thrusts remained, but the violent pounding against her cxrvix weakened into slow strokes against her flesh. Her tightly clenched inner walls relaxed.
The spasms of her squeezing onto his cxck was euphoric, but this gentle clinging was also maddeningly sweet — so much so that Theodore’s golden eyes were covered with a languid haze.
Daphne couldn’t believe she was sobbing against the stone wall, her nxxples rubbing against the solemnity of the beautiful fresco. When she tilted her head back, her eyes met the cherub painted upon the ceiling.
Even though she only pretended at pure piety, that did not mean she was devoid of religious reverence. She couldn’t help but believe that the cherub was looking down on them — its holy gaze fixed upon her and Theodore devouring each other like beasts driven by wanton lust.
“Ah, hngh… ah, hmm, aaah…”
The sensation of being soaked in wicked pleasure melted her brain.
Oh Holy Father, this feels so good.
She wanted to feel this way forever.
“Daphne…”
How sweet his voice sounded as he desperately whispered her name.
She had always wanted to be in his arms, but it was just a thought, and who would have thought it would actually happen.
“Do you like it, Daphne? Does it feel good?”
Yes, it’s good. It’s so delicious.
“Answer me, Daphne.”
I answered you. I answered you, didn’t I?
The surging pleasure slowed to a crawl along her slowing hips. What? Why stop? Daphne, panting with pleasure, shook her head and cried out.
“I-I like it, hngh, yes… I like it…!”
“What’s my name?”
“…Hmmm, The…o?”
It no longer mattered what I was doing or what I was thinking. All that mattered was that she was quenching her thirst with a maelstrom of pleasure. Daphne focused on the sound of Theodore’s voice, the drool trickling from the corners of her mouth.
“Theo…dore.”
“Yes, Daphne.”
“Please, please…”
His quivering inner walls urged him on, squeezing down on his cxck as if to tell him to hurry, to thrust, to cxm. Theodore’s golden eyes widened, his pupils dilating like a predator spotting its prey at the way she urged him — the way she begged him for more.
“Do you want to eat?”
His beautifully curved golden eyes filled Daphne’s field of vision, and as she stared into them, she nodded her head without thinking.
“Hmm…”
Having finally drawn out the answer he desired, Theodore Valentino smiled and kissed her cheek.
“Good, I’ll feed you until you’re full.”
With the hand that had been gently squeezing her clxt now holding her hips, Theodore pulled away from the wall.
And…
─Thwack!
“Hmph…!”
With a thrust that pushed all the way to her womb in one motion, Daphne reflexively braced herself against the wall. The wet, squelching sounds echoed throughout the tidy bedroom, mingling with the morning birdsong.
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