Chapter 41
“Suck…!”
Sarin scratched her nails against Owen’s shoulder as her fingers squeezed through the narrow opening, which had obviously been prodded and stretched wide again and again yesterday and still wasn’t quite all the way in. Saliva trickled from his open mouth as he felt impaled by a giant stake from below.
Staring at the mouth contorted like a cry, Owen slowly raises his half-bent back to meet Sarin’s hole.
The body is forced open. His c**k, wet but still narrow, slid into the tight opening, much deeper than the one from behind, and the sensation of being pierced made Sarin cry out.
“You’re so big, Ugh … so….”
When the curved part came in, she wondered if it was really tearing. She slapped Owen’s shoulder in frustration as she felt her bottom stretched to the limit. As her legs slid along his waist, he pushed her body into a curl, gripping her unraveling thighs with both hands.
Poof.
And then he was down, pinning her between the wall and himself.
“Hmph…!”
“You’re a tiny little thing, I’ll have to feed you well, if you’re as light as you sound.”
“Hmph, Ugh…. Please, ah, um, don’t move…. Ah….”
Sarin sobbed, gripping Owen’s shoulders as if he’d fall right off if he let go. The man’s tongue licked from under her chin to her cheek in a long, savoring lick. His tongue parted the lashes of her eyelids, unperturbed by the way she squeezed her eyes shut, and he tasted Sarin’s eyes.
“So you think you can sleep like this?”
Owen asked, his face a grinning, dangerous beast.
“Ugh…. Ugh….”
My bottom tingled. Every time Owen nipped at my waist and pushed upward, the tightness of her inner walls felt like flesh was being ripped away. It felt like someone was forcibly pulling her hair out of her head.
Pow, pow, pow.
Her pussy was soaked to the hilt, but just a few strokes of his weaponized c**k brought pain and pleasure within a hair’s breadth of each other.
“Hmph, ahh, just a little, ah, hmph, ha, ahh.”
She had no idea what she was saying. It was hard to breathe as Owen’s tongue flicked between her parted lips, and as he flattened it and drove it deep inside, she felt the presence of his c**k beneath her, pushed to the limit, and she cried out as she sucked on his tongue.
Owen’s saliva on her parched lips was like salvation. Sarin gasped as every sensation in her body, not just below, mingled with it and made her feel like a mess.
“Hole, fuck, just tighten up like this, will it work?”
Harsh cursing and the boiling sound of excitement reached Sarin’s ears.
Unlike her pleading mouth, which begged just a little, slowly, please, the lower mouth would not let him go.
It was a little easier to slide in and out of the barrel that clenched greedily at him, than it had been the first time. Owen gulped out a series of ragged breaths.
Water splashed with each thrust. His pubic hair, which matched the color of Sarin’s hair, was soaked with a glistening fluid. After choking back several expletives as they burst from his mouth, Owen finally shifted his position.
Her body shudders as she feels his penis slip out without warning. One moment she’s warmed up to Owen’s body temperature, the next she’s terrifyingly cold as he pulls out.
Relieved, Sarin half-sits up. This time he sat up with his back against the wall, legs stretched out, and tapped his thigh.
“Come on up.”
“Ah….”
“You said do as I say.”
He said, glancing up at his erect penis. He was speaking leisurely, but the heat hadn’t yet died down.
Unable to stand on her own two legs anymore, Sarin crawled on all fours toward him on the ground, her palms pressed against his firm thighs.
“Come on.”
With the words once again hovering overhead, Sarin’s hands found Owen’s abdomen, then his shoulders, and finally his waist. Then she spread her taut thighs and climbed between his legs. To fit the tip of Owen’s c*kk into her hole, she had to raise her back to the limit.
“Hmph….”
Her stiff lower back grunted in pain.
“You’re going to have to sit right.”
He said in a low voice, stroking Sarin’s back roughly. Sarin reached down and grabbed one hand under Owen’s glans. He grasped the shaft, still slick with pre-ejaculate. The epidermis was slippery. Heat rose on the nape of her neck as she realized this was the penis that had been so promiscuous beneath her.
“Ah, huh, ah, ah, ahh.”
She knew instinctively. Where her hole was, where to fit this thing.
Owen, who was facing Sarin, gave a slow laugh, his eyes wild and greedy as he watched her straddle his thighs and settle into a pissing position on the floor. When he lowered his gaze, he saw the lustful sight of her slurping his c**k into her swollen, reddened cunt-hole.
A long, straight, ringed finger pressed against the top of the hole, against the tiny flesh.
“Ah!”
Physiological tears welled up in the corners of Sarin’s eyes again.
“I’ve done it a few times, I’m pretty good at it now.”
Sarin cried, half swallowing and unable to lower her hips any further. Her fingers teased her clit while her mouth spoke encouraging words.
“I’m not… going in anymore.”
“You won’t.”
Owen said briefly, then removed his fingers and stuck out his tongue to taste the rich flavor of her flesh. Her eyes widened as she caught sight of herself. She acted like she was seeing things she shouldn’t, like she was about to eat something that had come off of her.
“Yuck.”
“Not if you’re going to use it as a dildo.”
I say.
“Aah!”
Owen bit his lip as he grabbed her waist and slammed into her. He slammed into Sarin’s waist again, and again, and again.
Sarin’s body shook like a doll. Her body gave way to Owen’s strength, embracing his c*kk deep inside her.
“Hmm, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah!”
He knows in his head that someone outside the warehouse might hear him, but there’s nothing he can do to stop the moan that bursts from his lips.
Sarin tried to push Owen’s chest away with her hands, but she couldn’t, and her nails dug into the hard flesh.
His eyes roamed from Sarin’s face to her voluptuously swollen breasts to the lasciviously spread legs below her navel.
Nothing could be more willing than the gap between two legs that had spread themselves open to eat his cock beneath her tear-stained face.
Pleasure, a rumbling pleasure deep in his belly, consumed him.
Owen slammed into Sarin’s tiny body, his head bent down to nip at her chest.
“Hmph!”
He rammed himself deeper and deeper into Sarin’s tiny hole. His fluid soaked Sarin’s inner walls in seconds, and she shuddered as he released his pelvis. Owen could clearly feel her heart beating frantically beneath her chest where he was burying his face.
Slowly, he straightened his back.
Sarin looked up at him, still squirming and flushed. Between her spread legs, a thin stream of white, watery fluid trickled out of her gaping hole and soaked Owen’s thighs.
“Looks like you’re cumming.”
Owen said, taking a finger between the holes, dipping it into hers and putting it between Sarin’s lips.
A familiar, raw, fishy taste wafted through her defenseless lips, as if she’d had it before. The finger slid in deeper, pressing against Sarin’s tongue and teasing it.
“Ha, mmm, ha….”
“Did you like my d**k that much? Huh? You suck like a baby.”
He forced it into her mouth, his voice still languid. With his other hand, he cradled Sarin’s back, and her body collapsed against Owen as if she’d been waiting for him, his c*kk stroking her back without removing it from the still-hot inner walls of the small woman in his arms.
“Do you think you can sleep now? Or do you want me to stick it in you a little more?”
He seemed pleased to have a toy in her mouth. His fingers still probed inside her mouth, the saliva from her mouth wetting his hand, then her leaning chest.
Her eyes closed before she could answer.
Drowsiness overtook him as he realized he had spent the night awake and exhausted himself. All-too-human thoughts raced through his head, wondering how he was going to get back to the mansion, how he was going to look at her face when it was still burning. But he didn’t want to lift a finger.
Owen’s body felt like a boiling point.
There was nothing more satisfying than the sensation of being held so warmly that he felt no cold and his mind drifted into a daze. He knew he had to get up, but he felt safe in this firm embrace, as if it were protecting him.
“Ms. Lee Sarin.”
Owen called softly. She was so sleepy she didn’t know if she answered. Her eyelids felt heavy.
Sarin closed her eyes completely. Owen nuzzled his nose into her hair, searching for the warm scent of her. He laughed briefly at the absurdity of the idea, a warm scent in a bloody place.
Outside, the night was perfect. The warehouse lights swayed dizzily in the breeze.
For the first time in his life, Owen thought this woman clinging to him was dangerous. Even though she was clearly in his arms, she felt somehow precarious.
Sarin was fragile enough to crumble if he touched her, but she had a history of recovering from alcoholism. His gaze was frighteningly cold in contrast to his hot embrace.
“You can’t let that happen.”
There’s no way I’m getting away with it the second time.
