Chapter 45
“He sat on one side of him, swallowing saliva as if it were delicious,” Owen thought to himself. Her small buttocks squirmed. As his fingers delved deeper, Sarin’s face was pressed into his shirt, smelling of blood.
“Ah!”
“If you could sleep, you wouldn’t care if it swelled or tore here, would you?”
The lower part was uncomfortable. Owen’s firm pressure made it impossible for Sarin to lower her buttocks completely. Watching Sarin sink deeper into his lap, Owen slowly tied up her torn gap on top of her clothes.
The lower belly grew warm.
Owen’s desire was felt as they nestled. He was a man overly honest about desire and lust. He effortlessly achieved anything he hesitated about. So, he shamelessly asked to be put to bed.
It was her will to spread her legs and climb on top of Owen. Clear mind told her so.
“Are you going to sleep now? It’s not good to be up so late and then wake up groggy.”
Squelch.
The pants’ zipper went down, and Owen’s c**k protruded above his belly. The tip was particularly red. It stood ominously as if to pierce his chest, causing him to lean back, but when his finger brushed around the hole, it inevitably stopped moving.
“Ha.”
Perhaps the swelling in his pants was uncomfortable, Owen exhaled heavily.
The faint breeze brushing the top of her head felt as hot as fire. Her gaze kept drifting down to his primal part, which looked swollen like hers, knowing that Owen was looking down at her own exposed genitals.
She saw the throbbing pre-ejaculation. Seeing the slick fluid flowing between the small urethral openings made her suddenly thirsty.
“Uh, ah, don’t… don’t touch.”
Sarin pleaded as she held onto his waist. The new dress she had painstakingly prepared soaked in Owen’s pre-ejaculation. Black stains remained on the blue silk dress.
As he caressed her navel, Owen’s fingers slipped through the fabric and teased the thin panties. The wet flesh stuck to the underwear. With a lascivious posture, she was pierced from behind.
The blatant touch groping the narrow creases of her anus on top of her panties made her lower abdomen tingle.
“Miss Sarin, you really…”
As Owen buried himself deep into the sofa, Sarin’s upper body also shifted. As she completely straddled Owen, she placed both hands on his chest to steady herself.
The man’s lips smirked. Afraid of what sound would escape her, Sarin looked up at Owen with trembling eyes.
“Here, huh? It feels like saliva is flowing out of this hole too.”
When his fingers dug into the creases of her anus and poked inside, Sarin’s lips parted. Finding a soft tongue inside, Owen chuckled. As he kept touching the area, not only her panties but also her anus became soaked, leading to lascivious words.
“Don’t do that. Oh…”
The more she pleaded, the more intense her desire to do it became apparent.
If she knew she looked so perfectly in line with her tastes, she couldn’t cry. Her collapsing expression was truly picturesque. She wished she could collapse without a floor. If he saw her constantly clinging to him with a face that seemed to never stop falling, he would want to keep her by his side every day.
“Then you should grab my c*kk and beg.”
At Owen’s words, Sarin’s hand, turned into a cry, slowly descended from his shoulder. The hesitant, small, and warm touch wrapped around the entire shaft. Even though it didn’t go deep into the hole, an unknowingly satisfied moan escaped.
“Hold it tighter and shake.”
Seeing her clumsily grip his c*kk with both hands, Owen laughed, knowing she had clearly never done this before. It seemed like it would be fun to teach her a few times.
As time passed, she might even use her mouth instead of her hands if he took off his pants. Thoughts of her struggling to suck on it while it swelled made him hot.
“Suck!”
His finger slipped through her panties. She was surprised, knowing he wasn’t just someone who would touch over her panties. Her waist twitched. As she squirmed, he spread the flesh inside the wet hole.
It was hot.
“Your hands are resting.”
Sarin, sitting on Owen’s thighs, was so focused on the sensation only felt below that she didn’t realize her hands were resting. When she realized, she was just holding Owen’s thing tightly as he said. She couldn’t even make a sound with her lips as she didn’t know how to shake it.
“It’s… it’s hot.”
She didn’t even realize blood might flow below. His finger entering the narrow hole was too hot, so Sarin whispered in a small voice, not knowing what to do.
“Miss Sarin, you put the c*kk you’re holding now inside, didn’t you? Just shaking with your finger isn’t enough.”
The finger with the ring slipped in. Owen was clearly aware that she was frightened, deliberately inserting his finger. She tightly closed her eyes.
“Guh…”
Saglak, saglak.
Each time he inserted and withdrew his finger, there was a sound of the silk dress fabric folding.
Tsuyuk. Tsuk.
Once again, the slightly warm, rough surface of metal touched the entrance of her hole. As Owen twisted inside as if to reach the deepest place where he couldn’t enter anymore, she squeezed Owen’s c**k tighter.
“You should do as you’re told, it shouldn’t just end with your fingers.”
A momentary hope flickered across her face. It seemed like she wanted to finish quickly before the Yuri arrived, so her hands finally moved, diligently exploring the shaft. It was such a simple movement that it made her buttocks quiver as she adjusted to it.
“You’re working hard, very hard.”
She worked hard, but she didn’t do well. Sarin was the only one enthusiastic about this childish game, and that fact made Owen gladly exhale. As he lazily probed her hole, he watched Sarin’s actions.
“Then I’ll peel the c**k skin here, and you try it with your mouth.”
Owen’s finger twitched below once again. It seemed clear what he meant. At the risky suggestion of sucking each other, Sarin raised her hand to block his mouth.
Owen’s eyes narrowed. He boldly licked the palm of her hand that was blocking his mouth.
“Sorry.”
“I didn’t say I’ll suck my c**k myself.”
The fluid flowing from the tip was dripping all over her palm.
As Sarin’s skin felt his distinct taste and smell, Owen’s mood sank. Yet, despite that, he couldn’t stop finding her shocked face amusing. He licked between her fingers, over her palm.
He couldn’t put his hand down. As he stared into her eyes, Owen’s blatant begging face almost took Sarin’s breath away. Eventually, the man’s action of burying his face in her hand froze Sarin.
She couldn’t remember Owen’s face that had been holding her all this time. Was this the face he had? She couldn’t recall if it had been this sly and smug from head to toe like a beast devouring her.
He pressed his lips deeply against Sarin’s palm before slowly pulling away. The man’s skin, moist in places, caught her eye.
“Why.”
Owen asked, facing Sarin. Unsure of what to say, she could only purse her lips.
“You look like you want to be squeezed.”
If there had been a mirror within reach, he would have brought it to reflect Sarin’s face. His eyebrows twitched momentarily, then he quickly grabbed a blanket nearby and wrapped Sarin in it, pushing her into his embrace.
At the same time, the front door opened.
“Ahem.”
The sound of a short cough from behind made Sarin stiffen. Although she was completely wrapped in the blanket he had covered her with from head to toe, she felt her heart race at the thought of being caught. Meanwhile, Owen’s chest, against which her face was pressed, remained calm as if he wasn’t phased at all.
“Get out.”
Holding onto the blanket, covering himself completely, Owen spread his legs wide. Yuri quietly closed the front door and left.
“I told you he was coming.”
A small voice, hiding behind the flipped blanket, complained without showing her face.
“So?”
Although they had avoided the worst-case scenario, they hadn’t exactly avoided a suspicious situation. Even after Owen removed the blanket, Sarin still couldn’t bring herself to lift her face from his chest. Her exposed neck was flushed and looked tempting.
“I… I…”
Sarin, squirming, buried her face into his chest, her lips barely moving, before slowly lifting her face away.
In an instant, ejaculate spurted from between them. The white liquid shot up, splashing across her chin and forehead. Her black eyelashes were soaked, and the cloudy liquid streamed down her face.
He watched his well-cooked fluid, mixed with the red blush, settle as it dripped down her face.
