Then she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him close. Hugging him, even though he’d caused her pain.
“I want to feel what comes next,” she whispered, kissing his cheek softly. “Could you… could you show me the next part?”
She rocked her hips as best she could beneath his weight.
“Could you love me some more?”
Could he? He had never felt so wretched about his actions toward another person. He wanted to punish himself forever.
But more than that, he wanted to give Lydia pleasure.
And so…
Yom lifted up slightly and shifted to the side.
“No, don’t!” Lydia let out a soft sound of protest, wrapping her arms even tighter around him.
But then she realized he’d only raised to give himself the leverage to begin moving his hips, slow and careful, testing each angle until he found just the right one to make her gasp—this time, in the opposite of pain.
Her sex received him with warmth now, flexing and gripping around his staff.
“Oh, Yom, that feels so…ungh... so…”
Instead of finishing her sentence, she clenched tight around his cock, strangling it with her pussy.
“You are good girl, Lydia,” he croaked. “Such good girl.”
She was taking him so well, meeting his thrust with small undulations of her own, sleeving his erection like she’d been molded for this. Molded for him. It was too much.
His balls tightened, threatening to shoot.
But he made himself go slower, pumping as carefully as he could to make the magic last for her first time.
“Watch.” He lifted up on one arm to give her a view down their thrusting bodies. “Watch me take your pussy.”
Like a doll commanded, she lowered her eyes.
They were a lewd sight with Yom still in his tux and her wrapped around him with her panties shoved to the side and her shirt pushed up above her plump breasts.
But she stared at Yom’s hips, drilling her into the bed, her mouth slightly open. Da,such a good, good girl. Yom watched her watch him make his claim. For as long as she could.
Eventually, her head fell back, and she let out a delicious moan. Her pussy milked his cock with a faster, even more fervent intensity. Letting him know she was close.
“Nyet,zayka.”
As sorry as he was about how this began, he couldn’t let her get away with that.
He shifted his weight to his bent arm, so that he could cup his other hand behind her head and make her look at him. “You will keep your eyes on me.”
This command soon proved to be a mistake.
Their eyes clashed.
And something slipped inside of him.
In the next moment, they were no longer making love. The heels of her feet banged on his lower back as he turned into an animal, rutting into her smaller body.
He could no longer be soft. He could no longer be nice.
