Beast, Blue Blood - Chapter 32 - R19

Chapter 32

Eugene was terrified. She was so shocked that she couldn’t even scream as Hisha grabbed her by the waist and threw her onto the bed. Eugene bounced off the bed and fell.

“Hisha…!”

She tried to get up, propping herself up with her elbows, but Hisha kneeled on the bed and came over to her. Then, he asked seriously.

“Do you dislike me because I’m young?”

Eugene glared at Hisha, who was now dominating her.

“Yes, I do.”

Hisha sighed and said as if he couldn’t help it.

“I’ll forgive you.”

“What?”

Eugene was dumbfounded. Who was forgiving whom here?

“I lied about my age too, so let’s call it even.”

Then Hisha kissed Eugene on the cheek. She stared at him in disbelief, unable to follow his thought process, as he whispered with heated eyes.

“Can I kiss you now?”

Eugene pushed Hisha away as she stood up. To be precise, she pushed herself off his unmoving body.

“Don’t get cocky. If I had known you were only twenty, I wouldn’t have even looked at you…”

Suddenly, Hisha sat up and swiftly took off his T-shirt. Eugene was left speechless. Why was he suddenly taking off his clothes…?

She couldn’t help but be captivated by his body, which always amazed her despite its familiarity.

“Eugene, you like my body.”

Hisha approached, supporting himself on the bed.

“You always look at it like you want it… and you keep touching me when we do it. You know that, right?”

Of course, she knew. It was such an obvious temptation. But any thought of resisting melted away like snow.

Their lips met. Hisha pressed down on Eugene with his body, slipping his tongue into her mouth. Eugene couldn’t believe her hands were already embracing and stroking his back.

When their lips parted, Eugene glared at Hisha, who wore a triumphant expression. How could this be the face of someone who had just become an adult?

Suddenly, Eugene blinked. Hisha blinked in response.

“What’s with that cute face out of nowhere…”

Eugene raised her hand, almost as if telling him to shut up. Then she spoke with disbelief.

“Was it your first time with me…?”

Hisha made a small sound and shyly nodded.

“Yes.”

Eugene turned over, clutching her forehead.

Her head hurt. She recalled that just before they first got intimate, Hisha had tried to say something urgently. ‘Wait, Eu…’ It was probably ‘It’s my first time.’

Hisha’s presence loomed from behind.

“Did it show that much?”

“It did. Completely.”

Eugene answered quickly, lowering her hand. Hisha muttered.

“But you seemed to like it so much…”

“What, you…?”

Eugene sat up abruptly, only for him to gently press her back down with his weight. This time, he seemed determined not to let her escape, burying her into the bed with his whole body.

“I enjoyed it so much. I wanted to stay inside you forever. I kept…”

His hand slipped inside her loose pajama pants.

“I wanted to do it more…”

Whispering, Hisha licked the nape of Eugene’s neck. At the same time, his hand slipped into her panties, already w*t with anticipation as she felt his weight on her body. He pressed her thighs apart with his knee, parting her slit with his finger. Eugene swallowed hard.

She should be a good adult, sending this delinquent twenty-something back from her parent’s house to f*ck a girl, but she wasn’t going to be a good adult, not that she ever wanted to be, but she’d do her best anyway.

Hisha’s fingers slurped with each movement. Eugene turned her head to the side and blew out a breath, and that’s when Hisha noticed the mole on the tip of her cheek. Something he’d always wanted to lick.

Without hesitation, he licked it with the full length of his tongue.

“Uh, what…….”

As the sound of licking continued persistently, Eugene, not knowing what was happening, tried to push Hisha away in embarrassment. However, he held her down to prevent her from moving and used his other hand to grope her br*ast. As he pinched her now hardened n*pple between his thumb and forefinger and continued to massage it, Eugene whispered with eyes that seemed to glisten with moisture.

“Don’t torment me.”

Hisha paused.

“Don’t torment… don’t torment…”

It felt as if those words were echoing in his ears. For someone like Eugene Fuger-Dulloch to plead with such eyes and voice…

Hisha simultaneously stripped off Eugene’s pajamas and underwear. Then, he hastily pulled down the front of his sweatpants and inserted himself into her more urgently than usual.

“Ah…!”

Eugene let out a surprised sound.

“I can’t hold back any longer because it’s been too long.”

Hisha whispered into her ear as he was already moving. Eugene felt the same way, but if she thought about it, they had done it in the cage this morning. However, a lot had happened today.

The feeling of something large thrusting in and then suddenly pulling out was like a complete sense of satisfaction immediately followed by an overwhelming sense of loss.

Hisha straightened up. Kneeling, he pulled his shirt up and lowered his pants. At the end where his dark p*bic hair gathered, it stood erect, glistening with her fl*ids.

“Do it with your mouth. It’ll taste like you.”

If it were another man, he wouldn’t have lived to see the next sunrise. But now, all that was left was the desire to make this her own. Eugene opened her mouth, hot as the inside of a cauldron.

She wrapped her lips around the tip and guided it into her mouth. The sticky fl*id gathered at the corners of her mouth. She sucked lightly, making a slurping sound. Hisha groaned lowly and cupped the back of her head with his hand. Eugene withdrew it from her throat and then took it in deeply again.

“It feels so good. So much…”

Gradually, his position lowered. Before she knew it, she was half-lying on the bed with her face buried between his legs. Yet, she didn’t feel any shame or humiliation.

“You’re so naughty…”

She was so immersed that she couldn’t hear his words. The shape, size, and smell—all of it was exactly to her taste. Of course, she didn’t usually have preferences for such things, but she knew there wouldn’t be another like this that she would devour so eagerly.

Hisha gasped for breath, his eyes narrowing.

“I’m about to c*m.”

Eugene didn’t stop. She sucked harder, making even more obsc*ne sounds. She wanted it to smell even more animalistic.

“Eugene…”

Hisha tilted his head back and tightened his grip on the back of her head. Eugene felt short of breath but didn’t stop. She felt that nothing of his would taste unpleasant.

Hisha let out a low groan, and Eugene eagerly swallowed everything that filled her mouth. It was sweet and briny, but this act, which she never would have considered with another man, didn’t feel repulsive at all.

Hisha, looking down at her as he lay there, murmured.

“Somehow, I feel like a dairy cow.”

“What? I barely managed to swallow it all, and now you say that…”

He propped himself up on his elbows and pulled her into an embrace, then fell back onto the bed.

“Do you like me that much? Enough to endure it all?”

Eugene stroked Hisha’s cheek. His chest began to feel warm from her gentle touch, but she whispered with a smiling face.

“Men shouldn’t be treated too well. They start thinking they can sit on top of your head.”

Hisha closed his eyes tightly.

“Don’t talk about other men.”

Eugene looked a bit surprised.

“Are you jealous?”

Hisha nodded.

“Yes. Do you dislike it?”

Eugene pushed him down and climbed on top of him.

“How cute. I’ll have to ravish you.”

Hisha was a bit confused about what was cute, but it didn’t matter. Especially not with the sight of her bare chest through the loose slip in front of him.

Eugene lowered herself and took him in again. She started moving, producing squelching sounds as their fl*ids mixed. Her br*asts jiggled before his eyes with each movement. As she moved up and down, her soft body brushed against him. It was truly… heavenly. Paradoxically, it was a heaven he could no longer endure.

“I can’t take it anymore.”

He flipped her over and plunged into her immediately. The woman, who was now drenched in slick lubricant, felt dangerously good.

Then, he had a sudden thought and pulled out.

“Wait a minute…”

Eugene gave him a puzzled look. She heard a rustling sound.

“What… are you doing?”

Hisha was kneeling and sitting below.

“Condom…”

He looked awkward, almost like a teenager experiencing it for the first time. Eugene sat up.

“Give it to me.”

Eugene took the condom and put it on him herself. Hisha looked down at her with burning eyes, and as she lifted her head, he grabbed the back of her head, tilting it up as he kissed her.

“Have you done this a lot?”

He asked between kisses.

“Eugene, with your experience, you’ve probably done this many times, right?”

“I’ve never… done this for anyone.”

Hisha looked somewhat triumphant but tried to hold back a smile as he asked.

“Then why are you doing it for me?”

Eugene seemed too flustered to answer.

“What?”

Hisha gently teased her with his hips, pressing for an answer.

“I don’t know.”

Eugene finally replied. Hisha held her and whispered in her ear.

“Should I tell you why?”

Almost unconsciously, Eugene nodded. Hisha then confidently whispered as if it was the most obvious thing.

“Because you like me.”