Chapter 95

“Hiss….”

His tongue delved into her navel. Each time the soft flesh quivered, a tingling sensation rose, sending shivers down her spine.

The lips that had sucked every last drop slowly moved downward. When they reached the gentle slope between her legs, the man lifted his head and asked,

“May I help you, Miss Reed?”

She had already moved her hand, which she had placed there herself. Tilting her head in confusion, the moment his lips parted the flesh and enveloped her clitoris, she exclaimed,

“Ahh! No!”

You’re crazy. A pervert. Yeah, there’s no way you meant to help with pure intentions.

His lips parted slightly, pulling back the thin layer of flesh covering the clitoris. As soon as the most sensitive spot was exposed, his tongue swept over it.

“Aah, no, don’t help me like this, huff!”

Grace tried her hardest to push away the golden head firmly nestled between her thighs, but her hands kept losing strength.

“Stay still.”

His deep voice made her clitoris tingle. He gripped her trembling inner thighs and spread her labia with his thumb.

She had never had a man pleasure her with his mouth before. Despite his thorough exploration of every inch of her body, he seemed to have a selective phobia about the area between her legs. She had secretly felt relieved, but why was he doing this today?

He must be pretty drunk.

“Huff, please… it’s, it’s strange….”

Feeling with her hands was nothing compared to this.

Her clitoris, already so sensitive, was now directly stimulated by his tongue, which was pressed against the most sensitive point. She could feel the texture of his soft tongue vividly. The moment his smooth, velvet-like tongue began to rub over the bumps, her breath caught in her throat.

Her feet, which had been sprawled out under the table, involuntarily shot up and curled. The sound of wet flesh rubbing against each other became increasingly explicit, but Grace could no longer hear anything.

“Huff…. Hiss….”

The soft flesh ruthlessly massaged her clitoris. The sensations building up beneath the trembling flesh finally surged to the top of her head, and Grace burst into tears as she climaxed.

Just as she fell backward, unable to support her body, the man caught her waist with both hands.

Thud.

A candy fell onto the table.

Thud. Rattle.

And another one. The candies rolled off the table like billiard balls.

“You have to spit it out.”

The man frowned and stood up. The tongue that had been teasing her clitoris licked the tears from the corners of her eyes.

“I love it, don’t I? We’ll have to do this more often.”

As the man whispered in her ear, Grace’s ears turned bright red.

“No, don’t. Absolutely don’t.”

He smirked and stood up. The man, who had smoothed out his disheveled hair with one hand, picked up the candy box that had fallen beside the bottle.

“It’s fine. There are plenty of candies.”

Winston held a bright red candy and pushed it deep between Grace’s legs. The candies that had almost fallen out were pushed back in, making him irritable.

“How long, huff!”

The golden head pushed its way between Grace’s legs again. His tongue swirled around her entrance, then parted the already wet labia and moved upward.

The moment his tongue roughly and cruelly pressed her still trembling clitoris, Grace couldn’t hold back and grabbed the bottle.

Squish. The caramel-colored liquid poured over the blonde hair.

Grace laughed as she looked down at the man who had been drenched in the liquor. Despite the sticky alcohol between her legs, she felt only a refreshing sensation.

The lips that had been sucking her clitoris finally pulled away, and the man lifted his head. His face was drenched. The liquor that had run down from his forehead dripped from his sharp nose, and tiny droplets formed between his tightly closed eyelids.

“Huff….”

The man wiped his face with a large palm and smiled, but it was unclear whether he was laughing or angry.

The man, who had wiped the water from his face, opened his eyes and glared at Grace. He slowly ran his wet hand through his hair, and the water that had run down his nape slid down his prominent collarbone and into his chest.

Without a word, the man stood up. As he casually unfastened the watch on his wrist, Grace’s heart began to race.

“Ahh!”

As soon as the man, who had neatly placed the watch on the table, reached out, Grace’s body lifted. Winston hoisted Grace onto his shoulder and started walking.

Thud.

A candy popped out from between her struggling legs and fell to the floor.

He threw Grace down into the shower stall. Her shoulder hit the wall, making her wince.

Shower. Lukewarm water poured over her head. The man left the stall and went outside, leaving her drenched.

While he was taking off his clothes and shoes, Grace put her hand between her legs. As soon as she inserted two fingers and spread them, a candy that had been stuck in her entrance fell to the floor.

Now only one candy remained. She was struggling to pull it out, which was lodged deep inside, when he said,

“You know, I said I’d punish you if you touched yourself without my permission.”

“Huff….”

He grabbed both her hands at once. The man licked her sticky fingertips, which were covered in her arousal and the candy, and then roughly kissed her, pulling her head back by her hair.

A thick tongue forced its way between her teeth like a snake. The sensation of the flesh in her mouth and the struggle of her body made it hard to breathe.

“Mmm….”

A moan of resistance escaped through the lips that were pressed together. The tongue that had been scraping her mucous membrane finally rolled the candy out of her cheek, ending the violent kiss.

“Haa….”

Her neatly trimmed fingertips touched her open lips, which were gasping for breath. They were hot enough to burn.

The burning sensation moved from her lips to her chin, and from her chin to her neck. The fingertips that had been tracing the curves of her collarbone stopped.

She raised her gaze from his chest, where she had been fixed. The man’s eyes were focused on her chest.

Through the soaked white shirt, he greedily licked the pale pink flesh. Despite the constant stream of water, his eyes looked as if he was about to die of thirst.

The gaze that had been wandering aimlessly over her wet body suddenly moved in one direction, following the water streaming down between the open collar of her shirt.

A thick stream of water disappeared between the two mounds of flesh. The water, which reappeared at her navel, cascaded down the pale hill. The stream that had converged in the middle of the cleft trickled down to the floor.

For some reason, her face felt hot, as if she had a fever. As she lowered her head, the erection pointing at her lower abdomen rose even higher.

The swollen flesh was undoubtedly hotter than her fingertips. The droplets that hit the thick column of flesh shattered and scattered, looking like boiling steam.

“Turn around.”

The short command carried a heavy sense of authority. She lifted her head. Crack. The sound of the candy being crushed was terrifying. Grace silently turned around.

“Press your hands against the wall.”

As soon as she placed her hands on the cold gray wall, the man pressed down on her hands and whispered cruelly in her ear,

“If you don’t want to hit your head, press properly.”

How hard was he planning to thrust? The long sigh that had been escaping through her lips suddenly stopped. The moment she realized the candy was still inside, his hands firmly grabbed her waist and pulled.

“Bend over. More.”

“Wait!”

“I said, bend over.”

A large hand pressed firmly between her shoulder blades. Despite not using much force, his hand slid down, lowering her field of vision.

“Candy! Take the candy out!”

“You’re not in a position to give orders.”

The moment the hot flesh pressed against her wet entrance, Grace turned pale and urgently cried out,

“This is a request!”

“You’re not in a position to make requests either.”

“Huff!”

A heavy shaft forcefully entered her tightly clenched entrance. Fortunately, she was wet. If he had tried to enter her dry, tight flesh with such force, she would have definitely torn somewhere.

“Ugh, why is it, huff, so tight.”

The tension from her climax had not yet subsided. Despite being so wet that her arousal was overflowing, the shaft slid in with difficulty today, as tight as the first time.