When That Door Opens - Chapter 65

“Now it’s my turn.”

Verne’s tongue invaded Julieta’s mouth, swimming inside it like a fish in water.

“Ahh.”

“Haa.”

They only broke their kiss to gasp in pleasure, their moans filling the space.

The heat between them quickly turned the inside of the carriage into a furnace. Julieta grew accustomed to the lewd sounds escaping her throat before she even had the chance to feel embarrassed by them.

* * *

With a bang, Verne opened the bedroom door and threw Julieta onto the bed.

“Ah!”

The scream came not from the bed, but from the side. A red-haired woman in a sheer, gossamer nightgown glared at them.

“Get out.”

“Verne? You’re the one who called for me today.”

The woman ran her fingers through her hair irritably.

“That’s why I’m the one telling you to leave. The carriage is outside.”

It would reek of s*m*n, but it would suffice for her departure.

“Ha! I’m the one you should be with!”

“I choose my partners. You’re not the one today. Get lost.”

Ignoring the woman, Verne stripped off his clothes layer by layer and approached the half-dazed Julieta.

“Who is she?” Julieta asked, pulling up her fallen dress.

“She’s the one who got stood up because of you.”

Julieta was horrified.

“You have a girlfriend? Are you married?”

“What are you talking about? It’s research. Do you think scenes of men and women rolling around in bed together come out of nowhere? You know why you’re here. You want to roll around with me for the same reason.”

Julieta was shocked by his casual attitude. How could someone who wrote such romantic novels treat relationships so lightly…?

“What’s with that look? You’re in no position to criticize me.”

“No, I just thought you and your work were so…”

“Different? What did you imagine? Another woman living in a dream. A novel is a novel. Romance exists only within its pages.”

Julieta felt a pang of disappointment without realizing it. She had thought that someone who wrote such romantic novels must experience beautiful and wonderful love.

‘Disappointment? What disappointment! I’m the same.’

“Stop thinking nonsense and open your eyes. Watch closely, writer.”

Verne, now naked, propped himself up on his arms beside Julieta’s face and tapped her cheek.

Julieta slowly opened her eyes. Verne had positioned himself at her waist and bent down.

Unexpectedly, they were close. Her eyes filled with the depthless abyss of his gaze.

“There’s no special treatment for a first-timer. Spread your legs properly.”

As if proving his words, his manhood, already explored and touched extensively, poked at her belly.

She could still feel the slippery residue from the s*m*n he had released in the carriage on her hand. And now, again?

‘Is it normal to do it two or three times?’

“If you close your eyes, I’ll assume you want me in your mouth. When you’ve got something in your mouth, your eyes close.”

Verne stood tall, proudly exposing his body.

When she turned her head, embarrassed to see his naked body, Verne firmly grasped her chin.

“Remember well. There is only one lesson.”

Verne’s hand slipped into Julieta’s skirt. The fabric bunched up around her waist like a belt. Without breaking eye contact, he removed her underwear. Then, he immediately thrust his long fingers into Julieta’s wet entrance.

“Ahh.”

Julieta couldn’t hold back and let out a moan. Beyond her obscured view blocked by his broad shoulders, she heard the vulgar curses of the other woman, but she had no time to care.

Her entrance tightened as if trying to expel the foreign intruder. Her legs instinctively drew closer together.

“Slowly, slowly…”

“Slow and steady? That’s nice too. But our writer doesn’t have time, does she? Besides, I don’t think I need to take it slow. You’re already so wet.”

The fingers that stirred her moist insides quickly increased to two. As her body trembled from the sharp sensations, the wetness from her core made Verne’s fingers glisten. He frowned as Julieta bit the tender flesh inside her lip.

“What’s your name?”

When his slick fingers withdrew, her arousal dripped down her perineum.

“Stop biting your lip. I told you, I hate blood.”

“I’m not used to the sounds.”

“You’ll get used to it soon. Your name?”

“Ju-Julieta.”

“I like your name.”

Verne’s lips moved to her pale br**sts. He gently licked her nip**e with his tongue before biting down.

“Ah.”

Smirking at her immediate response, Verne simultaneously assaulted her br**sts and her entrance. When he gently teased her nip**e with his tongue, his fingers relentlessly stirred inside her. When he bit down hard on her nip**e, he grasped her entirely with his palm and shook her vigorously.

As the fantasies she had only written about became reality, Julieta squirmed, unsure of what to do. She had no control over anything happening to her.

The stimulation from her br**sts was so intense that she clawed at Verne’s shoulders and pleaded.