Chapter 281 - § CONTRADICTORY §

CHAPTER 027 (H)

"Now, before I place Coy in your mouth, I should put these," she took his hands and placed them on his throbbing cock. "—here. Make sure not to leave this pole, if you use your hand to touch me, I will not help you to relieve that pole, this will remain standing until you find someone else to do it for you or you could just do it yourself." 

Is she only talkative if she's doing sex? 

"Are you listening?" 

"Hurry up," he impatiently muttered but he was supposed to say that she should not dare to sit on his face with her filthy cunt. Shit you, you fucking horny bastard! That was all Lyndon could recite to himself. 

Looking at her rosy flesh, she kneeled, he could smell the scent coming from her cunt. She slowly lowered her butt, and his nose touched the wet lips of her wet flesh. It is so aromatic, so lewd, he thought. The most unpleasant part of the body of a human was covering his face—sitting on his mouth, yet his mind was muddled with craving. How come this unclassified odor stimulates his libido? Lyndon found himself dedicated to licking her from edge to edge even though she had not said he could start. It's dripping, he could hear the slurping sound, gulping, groaning, and swallowing… it was him—enjoying her. He couldn't believe this was happening. He couldn't stop no matter how loud the insurgency of the voice in his head. 

"L-Lyndon, take it easy." She stuttered lifted her ass. He almost used his hands to drag her back but he held it for a second.

Sitting back at his mouth, he hardened his tongue and slid it slowly to the lips of her flesh. He found this small bump, that whenever he licked it her body pressed down to meet his mouth. If only he could use his hands to spread the skin of flesh that was hiding her sensitive bead. 

"Ahhh …" she moaned louder and louder as his tongue moved faster and faster. She grabbed his hair and felt how intense he was inflicting her as she pulled his hair violently. Instead of pain, he was pleased, even if she was putting her weight on his face, he couldn't complain because he liked it so much. "L-Lyndon… ahhh..." she swayed her body back and forth, meeting each stroke of his tongue. 

While he was working to pleasure her, he didn't neglect his shaft and pleasured himself along with her cries. Soon enough, her body stopped rocking, she was lifting her butt and Lyndon tried his best to chase after her, she was about to leave at his face but he held her legs and pulled her body to keep on sitting on him. 

With the help of his hands, he could finally let her stay still with the help of one arm. Using his other hand, he opened the lips of her vagina using his fingers so he could freely access her swelling bead, and with that, he did what he'd been dying to do—she kept on raising her butt whenever he tried to—right now though, she couldn't escape. He sucked her clitoral hood while licking her clitoris. Her legs clamp together squeezing his head. She yelled at him to let her go but he didn't listen "I'm cumming! L-Lyndon! D-don't! Stop! Stop! Aahh! Let me go! No! No!" He could feel her body preparing for her orgasm. 

"L-Lyndon! You have t-to stop! Stop!" Her entire body solidified as the intensity rose. She begged him one last time to let her go and he didn't listen. Her body quivered and a splash of orgasm sprayed all over his face. 

As soon as she released everything she limped and laid down, trembling. Lyndon pulled her body for them to face each other and he saw how satisfied she was. She was so sluggish, queasy… like soft gelatin. 

"I told you to stop," her eyes watered when she recovered from her peak, the obvious mortification visible in her expression. With the redness of her cheeks and the way that she pants heavily, "Look what have you done to me!" Yanarym screamed in distraught. 

"You like it, you can't deny that," Lyndon said with a low tone but a convicted voice. He was sure that she liked it, it may be his first time but somehow, that orgasm says she liked it very much. She pressed her lips together and glared at him with teary eyes. 

"I told you to stop! You broke the rule! You held me with your hands!" 

"Why are you even crying? You were the one who wanted to do that, not me. You deliberately sat on my face so I could eat you." 

"Yes, but I didn't want to squirt at your face! That's embarrassing! It was like I peed at you..." She yelled at him again, punched his chest with her gooey arm, and began crying. 

"There, there," he tried to coax her but couldn't stop himself from laughing. "Yam must be so embarrassed, isn't she? Don't worry, I like it more than you know. You could do it again and this time I'll make sure to drink it all." 

"Are you crazy?! No!" He laughed at her again but she was seriously annoyed this time. Unconsciously, he gave her enough energy to outsmart him and left his arms empty. He found her standing off the bed and was dressing.

"What are you doing?" 

"I'm done! I'm out! I will never have sex with you again!" With that declaration Lyndon's face glared ominously, his powers were enhanced for a second making Yanarym paralyzed, she literally couldn't move a muscle. 

"You don't mean that," Lyndon said in a threatening tone and pulled her body back to the bed. He turned her back facing him, made her kneel, and let her elbows support her weight. 

Yanarym felt helpless as she was still in the paralyzed state but Lyndon positioned her in a doggy style. She wanted to rebuke but even her mouth was frozen. She gasped, feeling his length pushing inside her. He grabbed her hips and began shoving her body meeting each one of his thrusts. "H-mmm! Ahmm!" Despite being paralyzed she could still sense the feeling of being rammed from behind. She could feel the friction of his shaft hitting her walls whenever he pulled and pushed inside her. Soon after, he decided to unparalyzed her and she was rocking her body back and forth, they were moaning in unison as their bodies collided with one another.

"You are so fucking tight Yanarym! Ahh, ahh, ahh, fuck! So comfortable…" He groaned in her ears as he embraced her in that position. He grabbed her breasts and molded them into shapes as he continued to shove his length to her depths. "Hmm," 

Lyndon was just trying to scare her because of her sudden declaration of leaving. He didn't know that putting in his penis on her wet cunt could feel this good. "Yanarym-" Lyndon clenched his jaw and began to accelerate his pace. He buried his face on her neck then hugged her waist firmly to make her look stop from moving away. She even smells so good… this is so crazy. He might lose his mind. 

"A-ah… Lyn---! Ah!" Lyndon pulled her upright but they were still kneeling. He yanked her right thigh to widen her legs as he kept ramming her cunt at the same fast pace. He then drifted his hand to that bean that whenever he fondled, she would tremble. And just by flicking it, her body reacted violently. "A-ahh!" Her hands clutched on his arms for support as her body became a lot tenser. 

He grabbed her chin to make them face each other. She was barely opening her eyes but her lips were parted as if she was having a hard time breathing as she yelped in the euphoric haven. She looked so erotic, he felt so erotic too. "Ahh, L-Lyndon." She cried his name, it was so spellbinding. He liked it better when she was sobbing his name… while he was ravaging her. 

He gasped for air as soon as felt like something was building on his abdomen. His instinct was telling him to fuck her faster, and harder. So, he pushed her back to the bed and lifted one of her legs sideways. Right then, he thought he already lost his morals and just fuck her hard until he ejaculated. 

When he regained his senses, he was still holding her leg up high. He retracted his shaft from her body and saw his semen flowing out of her. Lyndon was mesmerized at the view… she is so haggard but why does she look so luscious too? 

He affably clasped her ankle and hauled her towards him. "No… more, Lyndon." She told him without even glancing in his direction. Lyndon peered at her and his member. He was hard—as if he never came just now. He tucked her disheveled hair. Right then, the loud voice protesting on his head was ignored. 

"You can't rest yet, Yam." He was teasing her, a pretentious grin formed on his lips.. "I will love you just like what you requested me to do."