ocean-life Chapter 12: Pain and Pressure
Chapter 12: Pain and Pressure
Chapter 12: Pain and Pressure
His thick fingers came inside once again, atrociously making a quick round trip inside her. Lorelai's body, quivering, swallowed the man's fingers in response, and the more he moved, the wetter she became.
The hot sensation that had been flickering in the lower part of her stomach started to rapidly fill her up like wildfire. Baffled by the growing pleasure that bordered with a strange sense of irritation, she pushed the man away, scared that his continuing would make her explode.
Unfortunately, the stranger was too strong for her efforts and didn't budge, not even slightly. Lorelai was struggling underneath him like trapped prey. She wiggled her waist; she hugged the man and scratched his back with her fingernails, exhaling loudly each time a new wave of pleasure hit her from within. And the man only seemed to get more excited as he witnessed her attempts to put up an innocent fight against these new sensations.
He was driving the princess insane, and as his fingers started to rub her in a rhythm, slipping in and out of her throbbing region, her vision blurred and she found herself lost in a delirious haze.
"Ah!"
At last, Lorelai opened her eyes wide, her lips parted, and she arched her back backward, trembling with her entire form.
She felt her drenched underwear stick to her skin; her loud gasps of pleasure resonated through the room, followed by an almost unbearable sensation that shook and twisted her entire body.
Once again, she groaned loudly, and when she finally came back to her senses, Lorelai realized that she was hanging onto the man's strong shoulders with her skinny arms and shaking uncontrollably.
Both of her legs felt numb to her, she completely lost all the strength in her lower body and slumped onto him—a total mess while her body continued to shake uncontrollably.
"Ahhh!"
It was the peak of pleasure she had ever experienced in her entire life. The new, strange sensation of losing control of her own body for so long, made her feel dazed and utterly lost.
As the man watched Lorelai sob, overwhelmed by the lingering mix of embarrassment and pleasure, the corners of his lips turned into a faint smile.
"So? Did you feel good?" He whispered into her hot red ear while his mischievous fingers crawled to tease her most sensitive spot, hardening under his continuous touch.
As he did so, her sensitive nub soared to attention. Finally, the woman realized that it was the source of all the throbbing that kept tormenting her aroused body.
"Stop, that's enough..." she pleaded, but the man did the opposite.
"Surprised?"
The area where he touched her, felt hot as if he was rubbing something burning over it. The man laughed again and hissed,
"You made it like this. Now you have to please it, Princess."
Lorelai was genuinely scared. She clutched the messed, crumpled sheets between her thin fingers, and asked in a broken, trembling voice,
"N-no... How the hell is it supposed to fit?!"
"I guess we will find out."
A round head squeezed in through a narrow gap. The pressure was already overwhelming, even though it was only the tip.
Although Lorelai was supposed to be already wet enough, her insides were still tight and cramped. The man breathed painfully, his lips pressed in a tight line.
"You are too tight..."
Unlike his harsh voice, the man's eyes remained calm. His steady gaze captured the woman's dark green eyes and for a moment, she felt as if she was under his spell. Then, before she could even realize it, his thick member finally cut itself in and slowly came further.
He trusted in several times until he felt like he could move somewhat freely and then shifted his eyes to Lorelai's face. She was barely breathing, struggling to hold back the tears from the pain and pressure caused by the man.
"Is––is it all in?"
The stranger arched his eyebrow in genuine bewilderment.
"Are you trying to insult me?" He asked with a mischievous smile. "There's still a long way to go."
And with that, he pushed his length to the root.