DM Chapter 109
The house is quiet and desolate. He imagined Sarin hunkered down here, alone, trying to survive.
Somehow, his heart sank. Sarin felt his gaze on her and spoke as if making excuses.
“I’ve lived here since I was a child… It’s quite old.”
When it rains, water leaks from one side of the wall, and the wind from the mountains blows through the old window. Since she started living alone, she has never bothered to fix anything. It was just a cycle of sleeping and going out to earn money.
“You can’t imagine where I’ve been.”
Because Sarin was here, this place already had meaning for him.
Owen’s silence stemmed from the lack of evidence of her presence here. Like someone about to leave soon. His hand, which had become gaunt, cupped her cheek. It felt as if it were telling Sarin how Owen’s time had passed during their separation.
Owen stepped onto the floor and bent down deeply towards Sarin. His warm lips descended on her.
His fingers, not hiding long-term hunger, dug through her T-shirt. They grasped her thin bra and the softest, fullest chest he had ever touched. It was a strange, searing heat.
The way he looked at her was breathtakingly sweet and fierce. It was a bit different from their previous encounters.
He had always been impatient and urgent, thrusting deep into her from behind, making her cry out with pleasure whenever she turned her back, and after that intense release, she was almost on the verge of fainting.
His hands moved to her back, and he unhooked her bra. His lips continued to shower kisses all over Sarin’s face. He kissed her frantically, then lazily sucked on her plump, pretty lower lip.
“You say you save the best for last.”
That’s why he sucked on Sarin’s lips last, he said.
The way he whispered those words, half-biting her lips, made her feel hot. It wasn’t the kind of dirty talk Owen usually said—the kind that made her ears redden.
The tip of her jaw tickled, as did all the places where his lips had passed, and the way his face burrowed into the nape of her neck and the way his every breath sounded like a low growl from an animal made her tense.
The nipple, caught between the loosened bra, stood up hard. With a soft laugh, Owen’s fingers gently pressed and flicked at their peak.
“Haah.”
A pent-up breath burst from the nape of her neck, where he buried his face. Owen lovingly pressed his lips against it. Each time he breathed, it tickled her neck. It was affectionate and ticklish. Without realizing it, Sarin hugged Owen tighter. She ran her hands over his shoulders and down his broad back.
Owen is in the same bed where he slept alone until just yesterday. If it was her dream, she would rather not wake up like this. Her hands did not stop.
“They say you should always eat the prettiest and tastiest first.”
He was the type of person who felt relieved only after eating the pretty and delicious parts first. He’d thought about taking Sarin’s way and eating it very slowly, but his patience had run out.
Owen pushed himself to his knees, looking down at Sarin. Without a second thought, he ripped off the t-shirt she had put on.
Rip.
The round breasts underneath spilt out as the bra partially pushed up.
He blatantly extended his tongue and swept it across her lips. Pressing his face against the warm and soft flesh emitting a sweet scent, he sucked so hard that a dimple formed deeply on the chest.
“Hmph, ugh, ahh, Owen. Ha…!”
The force was so strong that the toes touched the floor.
Her calf muscles tensed. As he chewed on her nipples, he put pressure on her lower abdomen. Saliva clung thickly to her chest.
As the cold air brushed over her skin, goosebumps rose all over.
After biting, the sensation of gently stroking the teeth marks with the tongue was as paradoxical as a cat contemplating a mouse. It tasted so soft and warm that he might unknowingly eat it all up.
Owen pounced on Sarin like a starving person. He could smell the body odor between her breast bones—a sweet scent that smelled like baby formula.
“Hmph….”
He undid the buckle of his pants and pulled down the zipper, retrieving his member from his boxers. His hand grasped his own member roughly, moving it up and down rapidly until it collided with her thigh.
The glans rubbed against her thigh, pressing and teasing.
Sarin watched anxiously as Owen rolled her over and rubbed his member against her thigh.
His disheveled, rumpled dress shirt, his pants halfway down, and his huge member bulging between them were lascivious sensations. Something hot and wet slapped against her thighs. Sarin slid her hand down.
She covered Owen’s hand, gripping his member with her own.
“Fuck.”
He spat out the coarse swear word.
The moment her clumsy palm brushed against his glans, he erupted. A thick, milky fluid poured out hotly between Sarin’s fingers and onto her thigh. There was a lot of it. Even after several spurts, it continued to flow thickly.
The slippery semen quickly cooled. Owen grasped Sarin’s hand over his own.
He rubbed Sarin’s palm, smeared with his own, against her lips.
With each breath, the intense smell permeated. Despite the slippery and sour fluid smearing over her lips, he didn’t care as he grabbed Sarin’s wrist and pressed it down.
She was covering her own mouth. The dangerous beast’s sunken eyes glittered in the streetlight.
“I’m keeping you from making any noise. So don’t make pretty sounds.”
He murmured softly.
Sarin nodded her head in response to the man’s unreasonable request that his subordinates not hear her outside. A bitter taste lingered between her lips, and she closed her mouth again.
“You have to take all of mine. The sounds and the cum.”
This place is not soundproof at all.
The neighbour’s dogs were still barking, and if one listened carefully, they could hear the faint sounds of chickens and foreign languages mixed together.
“Do you want to bite my hand?”
He asked gently as he straddled Sarin. He was growling, daring Sarin to bite and chew on his own fingers. Sarin shook her head while keeping her mouth covered.
“Be good.”
His seemingly gentle smile looked dangerously chilling. They were the eyes of a madman, half-seeing anything. And so was she.
She was too wet down there to go to a quiet place now. The moment Owen sucked, his glans hot against her thigh and her urethral opening throbbing, he wasn’t the only one aroused.
“Take, take them off.”
She demanded, lifting her hips slightly. Owen’s lips curled sensually, and soon, he pulled down Sarin’s pants, underwear, and all. The black bush glistened with dampness. His fingers grasped her pussy, spreading it open, and for a moment he thought he had cummed on her pussy, not her thighs.
It had a sweet, secretive smell—the odor of the hole that gripped him.
He sniffed it like an animal, perhaps masking his own dirty scent, or maybe there was no smell at all. Perhaps his head was simply creating an arbitrary scent. Regardless, Owen was perfectly aroused.
After spitting out the cum, his member swelled up like it was going to burst again, and the thought of hurting Sarin in the process made him shudder with fear. Even after his earlier fierce withdrawal, it still hadn’t subsided.
He suppressed the urge to thrust recklessly into the tight opening.
His long fingers found their way to the crack in Sarin, and he tried to squeeze it into the narrow, stiff opening.
“Since you haven’t done it in a while, it’s clenched up.”
Even though it had parted to accommodate his shape before, it was now tightly gripping the inside.
Squelch. Slick.
“Hmph, hmph. Hmph….”
“I guess you didn’t even put your finger in it.”
Owen said in a deep, husky voice. He nudged her affectionately. He whispered sweetly, demanding the truth.
“Mmm, ahh, yes. Ugh.”
“It looks like we have to start over.”
She was a naive, affectionate girl who couldn’t even get her own fingers inside that lower hole without him. Even if she had tried to insert her small, delicate fingers, it wouldn’t have been enough to satisfy her. Perhaps he should praise her for not wasting time on such a useless effort.
Owen laughed low.
Withdrawing his fingers from the tight opening, he knelt in front of Sarin, sucking on his own fingers. His long, red tongue licked the thick fingers forcefully, coating them in saliva.
The moisture seeping from Sarin below was not enough to satisfy him.
The thought of immediately soaking and penetrating her below made his crotch ache unbearably.
His languid eyes fluttered open, their corners folding at the sight of Sarin. His lustful tongue glistened like saliva between his fingers. It was as if she were watching some obscene video perfectly tailored to her desires, disconnected from reality. Sarin lay there, simply watching Owen’s actions.
He could hear the sound of dry saliva sliding down her throat.
Upon hearing her swallow her own saliva as she gazed at him, Owen brought the three wet fingers down below him. He stubbornly pushed back into the slick, sticky opening.
“Ah, hmm, ah, ah, oh, Owen.”
“Shh… You have to hold it well. Your sounds are so pretty, aren’t they?”
With his small palms, now white with his own seed, Owen gently urged her to cover her mouth again. If only he could swallow every moan. He wanted to take it all in.
