Chapter 3.9
The sound of their breaths, faint gasps, and soft whispers filled the quiet room, blending with the sounds of their lovemaking. Richard moved roughly, his hands teasing her waist.
“I love you.”
Richard was inside her until dawn, their bodies entwined, refusing to break free.
***
When morning came, Judy Esther feigned amnesia.
Her eartips turned red and her pupils were dilated, yet she insisted she didn’t remember. Part of him thought he should just let it go, but he also felt a twinge of resentment. After confessing his love all night and pouring out his heart, how could she not remember?
“Are you thinking about something else instead of me? I can’t be that unattractive.”
It was vexing. If she couldn’t remember, he figured he would have to make sure she did remember. But when tears fell from her eyes, he got flustered. The fairy was crying beneath him. Had he pushed too hard? Still, there was nothing he could do. The moment he entered her, he lost all restraint. Even her crying made him feel enchanted, leaving him unable to think straight.
“I’m sorry.”
“You think I’ll believe what you say?”
Judy Esther slapped his shoulder with her palm. Although it was cute to see her clambering all over him last night as if she were matching his strength, he also liked the way she was being petulant now. Well, who wouldn’t?
The night had clearly been intense, as every time she moved, a trace of fluid trickled down her thigh, along with a faint scent of blood.
The sight of red stains on the white sheets filled him with a primal satisfaction, evidence that he was the first to invade Judy Esther’s intimate space. Richard felt joy as a man. He recalled a saying about a man not wanting to share what was his with others. Sharing her with another man? Just the thought of it made his blood boil. If there were another man who touched her in the future, he felt he might tear them apart and kill them.
He now understood how kings could ruin nations over a woman. If Judy Esther wanted to take over a neighboring kingdom, he felt like he could wage a war to get it for it.
“I’m hurting all over.”
She was sniffling and pouting in a way that was so adorable that he couldn’t help but give her cheek a gentle lick. Judy Esther yelled at him, calling him a “pervert” and a “beast.”
“You’ve truly swept me off my feet. You’re a… terrible man.”
“…That misunderstanding feels a bit unfair.”
She cried so sorrowfully about something that seemed deeply sad to her, yet her legs remained wrapped around his waist and refused to let go. Her actions spoke louder than her words, making it impossible for him to pull away.
“Judy Esther, shall we wash up? A little massage will help you feel better.”
“What are you doing, following me into the bathroom?”
“I’ll just help you wash up. Just hold my hand.” He hoped a bath would help cool the heat building between them.
***
Splashes and gentle ripples echoed as water sloshed over the edge of the tub. Judy Esther gripped the edge of the tub tightly as if it were a lifeline, the white line of her back running down to her round b******s. The water stirred as a large, e***t p***s moved rhythmically in and out of her crotch.
Washing with Judy Esther had revived what he’d initially managed to restrain.
On her knees, his dark, angry p***s thrust into the gaping hole between her round, firm b******s. The sound of the spanking echoed through the steamy bathroom, and Judy Esther’s bottom was turning red from the pounding of his pubis.
“I thought you were only going to hold my hand.”
“I didn’t mean to do this.”
“I’m not going to believe a word you say from now on.”
He couldn’t refute that but thought it unfair. He hadn’t intended for things to escalate, until he princess-carried her into the bathroom, out of fear for her well-being.
He genuinely intended to help her get rested. His first mistake was getting into the water with her, thinking they didn’t need to wash separately.
His second mistake was seeing her skin flush warmly under the hot water. In a flash, his earlier resolve wavered, and his lower body part rose from the dead. Still, he could bear it.
Her shoulders were stiff, which Richard blamed on himself, and he reached out to loosen them. The massage moved down to her chest, and before he knew it, he was rubbing and tweaking her n*****s. He nibbled and sucked on them, certain that he wasn’t the only one who enjoyed it.
Judy Esther rolled her eyes to the back of her head with a moan, wrapped her legs around his waist and tilted her head back, closing her eyes. He knew his restraint was gone that instant.
He flipped her over on her knees and saw her firm a*s. He lost his resolve, pushed his c**k in, and here they were.
“Ouch!”
He eased his p***s out slowly, until only the tip of the glans was left, then pushed it back in. Despite her murmurs of protest, her v****a welcomed him with soft contractions, drawing his thick shaft in. With each thrust, her body shook. Richards pulls back and thrusts up, penetrating through the tight flesh. He whispered under his breath as he pulled out and drove deep enough to make a popping sound.
“I’m affirming what I said before. You can only turn your back on me when we’re making love.”
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