Violet Zerotta’s Hasty Marriage - Chapter 75

At the sudden onset of intense pleasure, Violet finally squeezed her eyes shut—Aldrick’s long fingers had abruptly parted the layered folds of her delicate flesh. As if he knew every contour of her body, he instantly found the peak of her delight. His gentle strokes and rubs sent shivers through her, and Violet writhed wildly. Yet his body, enveloping hers, did not move an inch.

“No, Violet. Open your eyes. I want you to see—truly see. How much and how deeply I love you, okay?”

His claim of having ‘no time to make it to the bed’ was clearly false. He intended to tease her right in front of the mirror. Meanwhile, his other hand clutched her b****t again.

Stimulated at both her b*****s and her core simultaneously, Violet felt she might go mad. Yet Aldrick showed no mercy, working his lower hand even more zealously. Using every finger, he roughly brushed her wide-open petals. Already slick with her own arousal, her depths welcomed him with a slippery embrace.

With each shift of his fingers, pleasure shot up to her head, making Violet’s hips jerk. Her inner walls contracted around him, releasing even more of her essence. Aldrick eagerly welcomed it, pressing his fingers in deeper. His digits writhed like snakes, dipping into her slick channel and withdrawing again and again.

That gleaming moisture then rubbed against her c******s, an obscene yet sweet sensation that drove Violet to the brink.

“Ah—ugh, ahh—!”

His two fingers teased her apex in rapid strokes. Stars exploded before Violet’s eyes, as if struck by lightning. Before her brief, intense climax could even subside, his fingers were already plunging into her tight depths once more.

“Ooh—!”

Though he had intended to savor every moment, seeing Violet panting beneath his touch seemed to override his reason.

He pressed kisses along her slender neck and shoulders as his hands obeyed their own desire. Her inner walls, long unused, now clung tightly to him. He groaned at their embrace as though expelled by her constricting warmth.

He paused only to check she wasn’t in pain.

“Mm… yes? Ah—ugh… mmm…”

Relieved to hear her still moaning with pleasure, not pain, Aldrick found her dazed expression in the mirror intoxicating.

Now he ached to fill her himself, not just with his fingers.

Growing impatient, he began thrusting his bent fingers in and out quickly, making Violet arch her back rigidly.

“Ah—ah, Aldrick, that’s… ah. Hah, ah—!”

He scraped the pads of his fingers against her inner ridges, the wet squeak of flesh loud in the silent room. Violet’s desperate pleas did nothing to stop him; he pressed on with relentless force.

Moments later, Violet’s hips convulsed in a final shudder. Carefully withdrawing his fingers, Aldrick held them out—glistening with her essence. Seeing that mirrored so plainly flushed both their faces.

“Haah, Violet… I can’t hold back anymore.”

At the instant he finally thrust himself fully inside her, a raw moan tore from him. Without pause, he began to move his hips. Locked together so tightly that every slight motion sent a tidal wave of pleasure surging through them both.

“Ah—ugh, ahh—!”

At first, his thrusts were shallow, making a lewd noise each time his thick shaft and swollen head scraped against her inner walls. Violet let out frantic moans.

Her mind melted in the long-deferred heat and pleasure. No thought remained in her dazed head. Her parted lips drew Aldrick’s fingers in to tease her tongue.