Chapter 53
At the same time, the penis that had been probing the inside of her pussy slid in deeper, unobstructed, and just as she’d said, slowly, inch by inch, it opened her inner walls. She gasped as his cock slammed into her from below.
Owen’s brow drew a thin line as he opened her tight hole again.
“I’m taking it slow, so why are you crying?”
He asked, licking the corner of Sarin’s eye.
His lips, which never strayed far from his favorite gaze, didn’t show any signs of relenting. Sarin couldn’t tell if this man was playing a game or not, as his slow but sharp movements cut through her. The sensation of Owen slowly penetrating her body made her spine tingle to the point where her lips quivered with a moan.
And the chill soon turned to flame.
It simmered to a low boil, then turned into a tingling in her stomach.
“Smile, sweetheart.”
Owen demanded, nudging his nose.
With each slow inward thrust against her waist, she let out cries. Her lips twisted, tears incessantly flowing from the corners of her eyes, which only fueled his sadism. Despite his tender treatment, Sarin continued to cry.
“Hmph, hmph….”
“Huh?”
Pfft!
The tip of her ass touched the man’s d**k. He pushes against her waist again, chewing on her parted lips like he’s going to swallow them.
“Come on.”
The huge penis thrust mercilessly inside. She couldn’t even push the man’s tongue out of her mouth. His hips soon began to thrust promiscuously in and out of her tight hole, sucking greedily at Sarin’s saliva.
Mmmm. Pow. Pow.
Owen’s cock was hard, even though it was wet enough. His breath caught in the back of his throat and he could barely breath. Sarin gripped his shoulders tightly and breathed through the tips of her lips that barely met his. She couldn’t remember what he’d asked for in the first place.
Did he want something, or did he want me to smile?
She was confused. The violent pleasure of the man’s touch robbed Sarin of her reason. Her mind jumbled. This solid body she could hold onto would not break. It was like a perfect fortress that wouldn’t budge no matter how much she struggled and screamed.
“Ow! Ow! Ha, ha, ha, ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh!”
Unconsciously, she bit his tongue. As the taste of bitter blood lingered in her mouth, he laughed fiercely when she reluctantly let go. Instinctively, warning bells rang in her mind. But the moment she realized the danger, it was too late.
Her body writhed. Sarin tried to crawl away on the bed to escape from his grip. Before she could even feel the emptiness from the long and large cock slipping out, Owen grabbed her hips as if he had been waiting for it, and thrust his waist forward aggressively. Behind the torn stockings, panties soaked with moisture on one side were tantalizingly visible to him.
“Lee Sarin, you know exactly how to excite me,” he said with a sharp laugh. As his tongue licked the blood pooling in his mouth, Owen swallowed it down.
It tasted fishy, dirty, disgusting.
He lined up the tip of his penis with the still-open hole and pushed it in.
“Hmph….”
Sarin’s upper body fell flat on the bed.
The first encounter had been undoubtedly like this. Eventually, he shook his hips and spilled his essence. So much so that his penis and even his testicles were soaked.
“Just reminding you that I’m a bastard.”
It was not a tone of gratitude at all. The soft bedsheet that enveloped her face quickly became damp. Tears and saliva mixed together. There was a metallic taste in her throat.
Owen’s cock slammed into her.
Her body jerked forward and he grabbed her pelvis again, pulling her hips back and slamming into her all at once.
Puck.
His balls slammed against her ass, and as she took it in from behind, she feared the deeper penis would burst through her stomach skin.
“Ugh…. Ahh….”
Her inner walls wrapped around him. He squeezed his penis tightly and pushed deeper into her, pressing her buttocks together. He pulled her excited pelvis closer. Friction from the back of her thighs and buttocks turned them entirely red.
Soon, her sweat-soaked silk blouse clung to Sarin’s body, revealing the silhouette of her backside. The skirt, riding up to her belly, further excited Owen. His bent penis scraped against Sarin’s inner walls like a hook.
The feeling of her insides being destroyed by his organ’s shape made her bite down on the sheet and stifle her moans. At one point, as her body opened to its limit, she felt the impulse to writhe in pain and pleasure.
He was a demon.
Just as the diary had written.
Her vision swirled as if she had drunk alcohol, and she couldn’t muster strength below her waist. The man indiscriminately pushed his desires onto her. Sarin devoured those desires like a hungry beast, satisfying her own desires.
If Owen was a demon, she didn’t have time to think about what she was. This ecstatic pleasure was a hundred times better than drinking alcohol. Feeling like she could fall asleep in this desire, Sarin tightened her insides. Owen’s organ thrust all the way in, pounding inside.
A sharp laugh came from the top of her head.
The laugh of a seasoned trainer who knew exactly what she was thinking.
“Fuck, you like that? No worries about getting pregnant, and your pussy is all wet and slimy from my cock?”
The man’s upper body pressed against Sarin’s back on the ground below, and he spoke in a slow, expletive-laden voice.
“Ah, no. Hmm…. Ah….”
“You like it better with one inside you, huh?”
At that moment, Owen’s cock swelled significantly. Sarin’s vaginal opening tightened in time with his cock.
Poof.
Owen ejaculated as he drove his cock deep. Sarin’s insides were filled to the brim with the cock of a beast whose texture and odor were different from her own. Owen wrapped one hand around her collapsing waist and lifted her back up to meet his.
“Keep your legs up.”
“Owen, stop….”
Gulp, gulp, gulp, gulp.
The ejaculation didn’t subside. Owen’s cock, still swollen to the limit, pounded inside Sarin, the friction of the hole more pronounced than before. He drove deeper, deeper into the stiffness.
“Mmmmm….”
She knew.
That his cum would lubricate, that the second fuck would be faster and rougher.
Promiscuous hips pounded, each thrust of his penis into Sarin’s hole making her sob again. Owen’s sxx is relentless. It scratched to the bottom of a person, forcing them to face the depths.
He never once forgot that he was an addict. Instead of alcohol, he poured his cock into her.
“Now, if you don’t take this, I’m going to be sensitive.”
The slow predator’s voice came from behind, and she felt like an animal being chased by him. A hunted animal can’t look behind it. If they do, they’ll be eaten.
She gasped. There was nothing she could do but clutch the sheets tighter. Her head is filled with the overwhelming pleasure Owen is giving her. She can’t think of anything. It was a state of mind that Sarin found extremely satisfying.
“Think of something you want.”
Owen’s words, spoken as consciousness faded after sex, sounded absurd. It wasn’t like a thief demanding everything while wielding a knife; Sarin’s logic couldn’t follow the man’s reasoning.
She simply closed her eyes, and Owen enveloped her limp body. Still feeling the warm sensation of his semen between her legs, which he hadn’t removed yet, and the uncomfortable feeling of climax, Sarin didn’t feel particularly good.
But without the strength to move, she was forcibly submerged into unconsciousness. Sarin couldn’t even rebel.
“I’ll do anything for you.”
Owen said something meaningless as he pulled Sarin into his arms, already drifting off to sleep. He half meant it. He’d give in to anything, as long as it wasn’t a demand to go somewhere.
Using his arm as a pillow, Sarin had already fallen into an endless trance.
Owen held her in his arms and looked at her swollen eyes, the tip of her nose reddened, and her bitten lips. Slowly, he withdrew his penis, and Sarin, lying on her side at an angle, rolled over onto her back.
“Mmph….”
Even in her sleep, she frowns, not liking the hot sensation inside her pussy.
Instinctively, she clung to Owen’s arms, seeking warmth and comfort.
The nerves that had been clenching at her throat loosened. She felt like she could tune in to the sound of his humming. Owen buried his lips against Sarin’s forehead and closed his eyes.
It doesn’t matter if he can’t fall asleep.
It was a rare night for him.
***
“Damn it.”
Pavel muttered, clenching his teeth and shaking his shoulders.
Traces of blood still showed on the bandages wrapped around his hand, which had undergone emergency surgery. He almost pulled the trigger on the doctor asking if he brought the fingers back.
Everything happened suddenly. With Nikolai in tow, Owen’s bodyguards burst in, and a gag was shoved into Pavel’s mouth.
“Not letting Owen do it himself was the only thing that saved your honor.”
It was a clear warning that if Owen had done it himself, it wouldn’t have ended with just one finger. Without a chance to scream, Pavel’s pinky finger was severed.
Only after it was cut off did the stupid Romanov realize he was bleeding profusely. But what didn’t matter was knowing that Owen couldn’t touch him without Nikolai’s orders.
Nikolai looked down at his grandson, with one finger missing, with a look of disdain. After confirming that Pavel wouldn’t inflict any further harm on himself, Nikolai clicked his tongue and left the room.
He was taken to the hospital shortly afterward.
