Ethan P. O. V
“Ah! There! It’s feels good! Ah-”
My fingers don’t stop playing in her pussy. Making her wriggle with pleasure. Her face was red, and her breathing began to sound irregular, but it was like the rhythm of the most beautiful music I had ever heard.
Two of my fingers felt wet by her pussy’s thick and distinctive liquid. It’s been quite a while since the last time we had sex, probably before I went to leave the House Pack to finish my work and do some failed gun deals by the idiots we met. After that, I had to look at a new transaction location and instead met the person I had been looking for.
“You’re nice and wet. Can you tell how it’s seeping out more and more?” I asked as she stroked her already very wet pussy.
“Because you’re not here for a long time,” Lucy answered. Her hands cupped my face, pulled me into a kiss, and led me to stimulation that was beyond reasonable limits.
I stop my finger playing inside her pussy, release our kiss, then crawl down, facing her crotch. Without waiting for me to order, Lucy opened her legs wide, showing me her smooth pussy, with a rosy clitoris. So beautiful.
Without a doubt, I kissed, licked, and bit her every once in a while, Lucy looked delicious. She sighed in a voice she was trying to hold back, making it sound very sexy.
“Hmm, it feels good. There, yes-nigh! Ah!”
Sighs after sighs sounded wonderful. Her wet pussy tasted so delicious in my mouth, the smell I longed for. I thought I would be in control tonight, but I was wrong. That night, Lucy pushed me with her feet until I fell on my back.
Lucy crawled up on top of me without hesitation, and feeling awkward, Lucy immediately shoved my cock into her pussy. Ah, it feels like heaven. Lucy goes up and down her hips non-stop, like a pleasant rhythm, making my libido even more on top. The faster Lucy drives me, the stronger my desire to do more.
The parties are responsible for evaluating the accuracy, completeness, and usefulness of all opinions, advice, services, merchandise, and other information provided through the service or on the Internet. As if dissatisfied with round one, Lucy didn’t pluck my cock out of her pussy. She turned her back on me, allowing me to see her slender back and her plump, round, supple buttocks when touched.
I was so excited I squeezed her ass and slapped her several times. Lucy was screaming with a spoiled voice. I thought Lucy would stop just to get there, but she didn’t. Lucy immediately wiggled her hips again, delighting me with an incredible sensation.
I ignore my jizz, which becomes a sticky sheet of thread that feels very uncomfortable for me. Still, the longer I enjoy it, the more it makes me fly above the clouds with all the pleasure Lucy gives me. Until I get my second.
I lost count of how many times I did that that night. Eventually, Lucy drifted off to sleep. Still wide awake, I quickly covered her with a blanket that had slipped off. After that, I cleaned myself up. But I had no plans to hit the hay after showering and getting dressed, so I thought I’d head out for another glass of wine.
As I went to the lobby to grab my wine from the lower room, I spotted Claire wandering around the backyard without shoes on.
I couldn’t help but shake my head at the sight of her in the chilly weather. Luckily, there wasn’t a soul within a fifteen-meter radius of the mansion. The Wolf Warriors weren’t lurking about either, which kept the place friendly and quiet all night.
I let her stay out there until she got tired and returned to her room. But it had been nearly two hours, and Claire Halle still stood barefoot while the temperature dropped.
“How long is she planning to stay out there?” I wondered.
My wine glass was nearly empty, and the bottle I had just cracked open was still half full. I thought I’d end up tipsy, which could lead to some trouble.
So, I set my glass down, grabbed a blanket from another room, and approached her, still lingering outside.
I couldn’t figure out what was going on in her head. As I got closer, she seemed utterly lost in her own world; nothing else mattered, and she was the only one around. She didn’t notice me approaching, even though I was rude, and she stayed quiet.
“Are you planning to sit there all night?” I asked, draping a blanket over her shoulders.
She looked taken aback and turned to face me, trying to return my smile. As she touched the blanket, she lowered her gaze again, but I caught a glimpse of her unusual expression.
Her stunning face appeared even more pale than before. I wouldn’t be surprised if she had cried all night since arriving at this place.
If I had crossed paths with you earlier, the sisters and orphans would have been okay. We could have said our goodbyes naturally and then reconnected when we longed for each other. She said this with a heavy heart.
I noticed her tears falling. Was it really that heartbreaking? Mourning someone she didn’t know, with no family ties, should Claire really feel this way?
I have to give it to Claire Halle; she’s got some serious guts to deal with all this after living a pretty ordinary life for so long. But I also realize I need to be brave if I want to get things back to how they were. There can’t be any second-guessing.
I gently touched her head, not wanting to drag the conversation out, my palm gliding through her long, silky hair. It felt way softer than Lucy’s, and it was the first time I’d ever experienced anything like that.
You don’t have to worry about that anymore. You’re here with me and won’t need anyone else around. I said this to help her relax. I knew it wouldn’t change her mind immediately, but at least it seemed to ease Claire.
I noticed her pull the blanket tighter around herself, nodding even if it wasn’t what she wanted to hear.
“Let’s get you to your room. You should rest. It’s chilly, especially for someone without shoes.”