DM Chapter 66
She ate her fear and didn’t back down. That’s why Owen liked her. She stood in front of him like someone who didn’t know how to retreat. She is someone very reckless and brave. Such a sight was beautiful to him.
Sarin’s foot, wearing high heels, pressed firmly against Owen’s thigh. The trembling of her ankles was transmitted directly to him. He took a slow breath.
It was a clear provocation. And everything said by those who provoked him wasn’t good. Owen’s hand, which had been holding his dick just a moment ago, grabbed Sarin’s calf, which was on his thigh, and lifted it up. He kissed her exposed, white, slender ankle.
As her feet were raised the reddish flesh of Sarin’s vagina, visible through her panties, became even more apparent as it trembled and wriggled.
“Ah.”
Owen’s hand was too warm.
Cum was smeared all over his palm, making the hand that held her foot sticky. Feeling anxious all over, Sarin ran her tongue over the roof of her mouth.
It was a touch that felt unusually lustful and hot. The gaze of the man looking up while kissing her ankle shone dangerously as if he would break her at any moment.
At the same time, she felt a rush of nervousness. Sarin was looking forward to what he would do next.
What they wanted from each other was clear, anyway. She wants to wash away her complicated thoughts and fall asleep tired, and Owen probably wants the same. She knows that this is another addiction but she couldn’t resist.
Like alcohol, this man is also a poison that she must someday get rid of.
“Why do you speak so beautifully?”
“I’ve never done that.”
Owen looked up at Sarin’s sleepy, exhausted face. It was a face on edge, as if she would fall asleep the moment he put his cock in her.
Her slightly open mouth and labored breathing seemed precarious. However, her expression of pure pleasure pleased him more than ever.
Owen let go of Sarin’s feet and slowly rose from his seat. She swallowed hard when she saw his cock hovering just above her navel.
“Get up,” Owen said in a low, soft voice.
Her legs were weak, making it hard for her to stand. Sarin struggled to get up and, passing by him awkwardly, she grabbed the table with both hands and leaned over it.
Sex with him was like that most of the time. She didn’t want to look at his face. She didn’t want to show her face as it was obvious she didn’t know what to do.
She was afraid of appearing vulnerable in Owen’s gaze, like she was drunk.
“Where.”
He clicked his tongue low and wrapped his arms around Sarin’s waist and turned her to face him. When he pulled her, she was dragged along helplessly.
She looked at him as he sat down in the same spot where she had been sitting. He embraced her slender waist with one arm, resting his face against her chest, where a few strands of her silky hair were gently tousled.
As he exhaled deeply, his hot breath rushed downward.
She rested her hand on his shoulder as she stood awkwardly. The hand around her waist slowly loosened and Owen leaned back against the backrest. Whether he is standing or sitting, he is an imposing man, and there’s not much difference in eye level.
“Come up.”
He tapped his palm on his thigh. She understood what it meant. It was impossible not to know.
Sarin took a deep breath. Hesitation would only make her suffer until she mounted him. Her hand gripped Owen’s shoulder, and she placed her knees on his firm thigh.
As Owen lightly held Sarin’s delicate body, unable to find her balance, he lifted the corners of his mouth. With both knees pressing against his thigh, Sarin looked down at him from a slightly higher position.
“Haa.”
Her small body trembled as she leaned closer to Owen. Clumsily, he lowered his hips, his penis slipping back into his anus and wincing.
“You’ll have to come a little closer so I can put it in.”
Owen knew that Sarin’s palm, gripping his shoulder, was moist with cold sweat. The damp heat was palpable.
“You can wrap your legs around my waist.”
He offered her another option.
And in that moment, he lifted Sarin up just like that.
“Ah!”
Letting out a short cry, she clung tightly to Owen to avoid falling, wrapping her strong legs around his waist as he instructed. She was picked up like a child who couldn’t walk and was shoved against the window.
Thud.
Sarin clung to Owen tighter at the chill that ran up his back.
“When are you going to put it in? How much longer do I have to endure?”
Her questioning voice was different from his aggressive actions. Owen grabbed her around the waist and pulled her back a little, quickly finding the lower opening between her legs wrapped around him. As he forcefully inserted the glans into the hot, welcoming space, the vagina contracted, gripping his penis with strength.
“Owen. Ah, just a little bit. Mmm, ah…”
As his penis pushed deeper inside her, it still felt unfamiliar. She shuddered several times.
Owen’s eyes narrowed at the warm, sticky, and sweet flesh inside Sarin’s vagina. A satisfied sound akin to that of a beast emerged from his mouth.
“Mmm, Sarin. Like this, little by little? Hmm?”
As Owen pushed deeper inside, the distance between him and Sarin narrowed. The man growled as if he might devour her at any moment, causing her to nod her head. Instead of letting go of her legs, his hands gripped her shapely ass tightly, and he continued to move his hips wildly.
“Please, ah, it’s deep. Ah, ah…”
She whimpered as the curved part entered her.
Unintentionally, her lips brushed against Owen’s face as she tilted her head. Only now did she realize that the sensation of entering while facing each other was even more intense.
Squelch.
Her small lips parted at the vivid sensation of his testicles against the underside of her ass.
Squish.
Owen’s lips overlapped Sarin’s, and he swallowed her.
Pook. Pooh. Pow.
The hole opened to its limit. As if swallowing Sarin whole, her hot and tight vagina gripped Owen’s penis, oozing fluids down to his testicles. A gurgling stream of semen slid down his shaft to the base of his balls. It was clear that inserting and withdrawing his penis inside Sarin felt sweet; each time he pulled it out, it dripped wetly.
Forcibly inserting his tongue deep into Sarin’s mouth, he made her suck him forcefully. Awkwardly sucking and biting, she gasped for breath. Only then did Owen stop sucking and blatantly lick around his mouth.
Splat, splat.
The sound of lewdness echoing in the restaurant made her ears burn.
“Ugh, tsk, haang, ah, ahhh…”
He had the urge to swallow her whole. She wrapped his entire body so intensely that he couldn’t resist. This is what he discovered. Fragile, easily yielding, and warm body.
It wasn’t the unattainable ashen sky he had seen but a tangible reality that he could reach out and embrace at any time—a living entity, not a fantasy.
“You met Kirill’s lover.”
Owen blurted out, still thrusting violently below.
She thought he would know, but as their bodies intertwined, she didn’t know how to bring up those words. A moan escaped her parted lips. Her whole body felt like it was betraying her as she clung to Owen.
“Uh… Hmm…”
“You know better than anyone, don’t you?”
It was a warning not to entertain futile thoughts. Sarin nodded. Instead of a response, a whimpering cry escaped first. As she clung tightly to him, Owen chuckled coldly. His eyes, watching her bury her head on his shoulder and hide her expression like someone who didn’t want to show her face, were chilling.
His eerie gaze is reflected in the dark glass window.
It was as if Pavel was on the other side of the glass. Owen’s lips lifted, and so did the corners of his mouth in the glass.
“You have to answer.”
He urged Sarin for a response.
“Uh-huh. Yeah….”
With her lips buried on Owen’s shoulder, she turned her head and made a sound that could be interpreted as an answer or a moan. The whole time, Kirill and his lover bothered him, even though he knew she couldn’t leave as long as he had the child.
It might be better to get rid of them.
Even as he thrust into Sarin’s hot core, that cold thought never left his mind.
However, his voice gently settled in Sarin’s ear.
“After all, the person you should depend on is me. Don’t forget where you are. Whose land you’re stepping on, whose territory you’re in?”
Eden City belonged to him.
But there were too many weak things on his land that would waver if shaken.
It was time to organize.
“Ha, ha, ah, ah, ah, Owen, ah…!”
Squelch, squelch.
The penis, sliding rapidly in and out of her vagina, swelled to a size that made Sarin gasp. She knew that his hot semen would soon pour out deep inside her.
Everything in her head was jumbled. Sarin’s mouth widened dramatically in climax, completely forgetting what Owen had said. She felt a hot wetness deep inside her.
Sarin’s body went limp.
Owen lifted her up and sat her back down in her original chair. Without bothering to close her legs, a cloudy liquid trickled between Sarin’s slackened buttocks. Semen pooled beneath it as her throbbing pussy opened and closed.
He lifted his glass of water from the table and wet his napkin.
“Just stay still.”
Owen said, watching her flinch reflexively as something cold touched her thigh.
When she saw him kneel down again, as if he were about to do more, she flinched reflexively. Owen spoke,
“I’m trying to clean you up.”
“If I go upstairs and wash… Ugh…”
Soon, her thighs and bottom are wiped with a soft napkin. Moans escaped her involuntarily. The feeling of wiping her lower parts, which had remained open until the end of sex, was strange.
